Shadow Empire

Chapter 772 The music of destiny was written early

In the evening, after dinner, Lance came to the room on the third floor facing the manor gate and sat down. The butler brought the latest coffee, which cost thousands of dollars a pound.

Lance has tasted a lot of good coffee, but it is still difficult for him to tell the origin and picking season of the coffee just by taking a sip.

He has never been able to figure out whether those wine tasters, coffee tasters, and even the names of the farmers who grew the raw materials are real or fake?

He wasn't sure, maybe it was an open-book test and he didn't have the test paper, and it wasn't an exam, so he didn't know the answer.

"…So, what's so delicious about this thing?"

The butler stood by and watched Lance take a sip with a smile on his face. He then bowed slightly and said, "Master, its fat, its unique and complex fragrance, and the baking process will not make you feel overly bitter, nor will it feel sour at all."

“Everything is perfectly balanced, leaving only the best of the coffee, and that’s its value.”

"Of course, if you need me to tell you more about it, I can tell you more."

"The person who sent the coffee said that their coffee beans, from planting to final roasting and packaging, were all from devout virgins who were unmarried, had no sex life, and were loyal to God."

He walked to the coffee table and poured himself a cup. He then used his hands to swirl some air in front of him and took a deep breath. "This allows you to clearly sense the special pure milky aroma in its complex flavor, as well as the flavor that can penetrate the soul!"

He took a sip himself and said a lot of things that Lance couldn't understand, but it must be said that he looked very intimidating.

"Is it like this when you work for the nobles?" Lance was a little curious. There was no malice in his heart, just pure curiosity.

The butler put down his coffee cup and was silent for a while. "You know, as a job and as a worker, I always have to fool them so that I can have food to eat, right?"

With a smile on his face, he said, "The nobles are obsessed with these. They believe that 'pure people do pure things' and using these things will be blessed by God."

People value what they lack most.

Lance shook his head slightly and turned to look at the sky outside the window.

Even if the sky is dark during summer time, it won't be that dark. It won't be as dark as a pool of stagnant water as a winter night.

Summer nights are bright nights. Even if you are in the wild, you can still vaguely see everything around you.

Lance waited until around nine o'clock, almost ten o'clock, when the moon rose in the sky like the sun, and the silver moonlight gently illuminated everything on the ground.

Lance put down the book in his hand. He was a little impatient. "Play some music."

The butler walked over to the phonograph, "Master, what kind of music would you like to hear?"

Lance glanced back at him, "Pick something that's appropriate for what I'm listening to now."

The butler bowed slightly, and after selecting for a while, he picked out a symphony film and put it on the turntable.

The moment the music started, Lance leaned back and closed his eyes slightly. His left hand tapped lightly and rhythmically on the armrest without making any sound.

The opening is a piano solo that sounds very cheerful, like an elf running in the wilderness.

But with the addition of orchestral instruments, it has a hint of heaviness; it is no longer an elf that jumps and chases freely, but a person running away from disaster.

This is the magic of music. It can allow you to enter another higher spiritual world and let your spirit resonate with the content that the music wants to express!

At this moment, the soul is vibrating and trembling. Those who cannot understand music cannot understand this.

The cheerful piano music began to become hurried, the moonlight that fell into the mortal world began to stir up the dust, and the relaxed mood was tightened in an instant. More instruments joined in, and Lance could already feel that on the vast earth, a lonely but unyielding figure was competing with everything.

No matter the dark clouds, lightning, strong winds, or the wild beasts or demons chasing after him, nothing can stop his determination to rush out and break through everything!

His body began to relax and he began to enjoy the wonderful experience brought by the music at a deeper level.

The butler left the room quietly, then slowly closed the door and stood at the door, taking up his responsibilities.

Ted, who had arrived near the manor on a shaky bus, looked at the brightly lit manor in the suburbs with some confusion. He seemed to hear some... sounds that he didn't know how to describe in his ears.

Magnificent, majestic, and full of suppressed emotions that may burst out at any moment!
Is it music?

He didn't know that he had also followed Fran and others to attend concerts, but he felt that they were dull, boring and a waste of time.

But at this moment, he suddenly seemed to understand something vaguely, and understood why those people would rather spend dozens or hundreds of dollars to buy a ticket and waste time to go in.

The ash from the cigarette in his hand was blown away by the night wind. He glanced at the already dim cigarette butt and wanted to take another puff, but seeing that it had gone out, he threw the cigarette butt out of the window and lit up another one.

"It's almost there, Ted."

The person who was speaking was Ted's trusted subordinate. The Perez family was like all gangs, from the lowest level to the combat captains to the cadres.

But here, above the cadres, there are two classes: collateral family members and direct family members.

For an ordinary person, an "outsider" who does not have the surname Perez, the only destination they can reach is becoming a member of a collateral family.

They need to marry a girl from the Perez family and become a part of the family, only then can they move up to the next level.

As for wanting to become a direct descendant?

This is impossible for them, but their children have the opportunity to do so. If they want their children to have the last name Perez, then after years of hard work, they or their children may become direct family members.

However, becoming a direct family member does not necessarily mean that you will be glorious and powerful. Everything must be obtained through your own efforts.

The only thing that can be said is that direct family members have a higher starting point, and as long as they work hard enough, they have the opportunity to enter the core circle of the family.

The guy walking over is a family cadre. He has been with Ted for more than 20 years and is in his 40s this year.

Ted's expression was a little complicated. In the dark night, the light in his eyes flickered as the moon appeared and disappeared among the treetops.

He actually wanted to say something else, but the moment he opened his mouth, his words turned into something else.

"Let's get ready, brothers."

Before they came, they had actually arranged people to follow Lance, and Lance also knew that someone was watching him.

Those old guys who are crazy about getting some money from strangers wish they could dig out their eyeballs, wipe them, and put them back every day!
They can spot someone who looks strange, so Lance knows that Ted is keeping an eye on him.

Since Ted is definitely coming, instead of letting them have an "encounter by chance", it would be better for him to choose the battlefield himself.

At this time, the symphony reached its first climax. The rain was pouring down, but it still couldn't stop the determination to keep running.

The emotions accumulated violently layer by layer, like a pot of the strongest liquor!
Three buses and more than a dozen cars broke through the gate of the manor. The room where Lance was located had very good sound insulation, and the brand of the gramophone was also very high-end. The setting and layout of the entire room were specially set up for this gramophone.

Not to mention turning on the thing outside, even if there was thunder outside, he couldn't hear it!

He closed his eyes, feeling the outburst of emotions in the symphony, shaking his head as his emotions changed.

Outside the glass window one meter away from him, Ted's men had already rushed into the manor.

On the first floor, behind the gardening things that could serve as cover, Lance's people suddenly stood up with submachine guns and started shooting at those who broke into the manor.

The exchange of fire broke out from the first second, just like the common thunderstorms in summer, which came without warning and destroyed the world when they came!
Bullets from the piupiupiu were flying around in the air. Ted lowered his head and directed the driver, "Rush over, rush over, don't stop here, rush over!"

He pointed at the gate of the manor in the distance. Only if they drove the car closer to the manor building would they have a better chance of winning.

When Lance's men fired directly at them, he knew they were exposed, but he wasn't surprised.

If the Lance family couldn't even figure this out and couldn't get to where they are today, then they wouldn't have achieved what they have today.

So today's battle, in essence, was just a head-on fight the moment they arrived at the manor!

The driver of the bus he was riding in stepped on the accelerator to the limit. He knew that this battle was very dangerous and that there was a high probability that he would die.

But at this moment, his personal will was overwhelmed by the collective will, and he completely lost himself!
In an instant, many cracks appeared on the windshield, bullets flew back and forth in the car, some people screamed in pain, and some fell to the ground with a thud.

Some people couldn't bear the tremendous pressure and started shooting at people outside. The bus finally stopped less than 20 meters away from the gate.

It hit the flower bed, and the people in the carriage also suffered a huge impact force due to the huge inertia, and they all fell to the ground.

Ted held onto the chair and knelt on the ground. There was gunfire all around him and he was also shooting.

He actually couldn't see who the enemy was, but as long as there was fire somewhere, he would shoot there.

This place is not a very remote place. As soon as the gunshots were heard, Mayor Williams called Lance, but the call was blocked by the housekeeper.

"Mr. Lance is enjoying music and cannot answer your call at the moment, Mr. Mayor."

"I'll notify him of your call once he's finished."

"Fire exchange?"

"Yes, but they are minor issues. The master will have to explain the details to you personally."

"Okay, that's it. Goodbye."

Mayor Williams couldn't get any information, let alone other people. But because the firefight took place in the suburbs, although the people in the city were panicked and didn't know what was going on, they were not that scared!
He wanted to call Chief Blue, but the police station said that Chief Blue had left with his men, which made him realize that Lance had arranged everything.

He sat there quietly, smoking a cigarette with a glass of wine in front of him.

Never before had he hoped so strongly for a gang that was actually a threat to him to win a great victory!
Many people were bound to be unable to sleep at night, and the police station’s phone was flooded with calls, but the gunshots still did not stop.

Ted had rushed out of the bus, his back against a flower bed that was only one meter high, and he was constantly shooting at the enemies on and around the flower bed.

There were some riflemen on the roof harvesting the lives of enemies on the "battlefield". Surrounded by more people, Ted already had a sense of enlightenment.

He looked back and saw that the people he brought were hiding behind the car and behind the flower beds, still fighting hard.

All of a sudden his ears became quiet, with only the sound of his own heavy breathing and heartbeat.

He was a little dazed at this moment, his mind was blank, and he instinctively raised his hand and pulled the trigger at a young man he found shooting.

Then his attention was attracted by the gunfire nearby, and he seemed to have entered another realm.

His mind was separated from his body. His mind was still confused, but his body had already instinctively gone to fight.

The loud music in his ears made his blood boil. He raised his hand and fired a few shots, forcing some people in front of him to duck their heads.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he rushed onto the flower bed and got closer to the gate!
Not even close!
he told himself.

There were lights in the manor, and with the lights from the houses and the moonlight on a clear day, everything was so clear.

He was just one step away. As long as he could rush into the room, he would be able to see Lance!
But his wish might soon be dashed, because another group of people came from behind them.

Seeing the "reinforcements" arriving here, although Hiram didn't say anything, he was more or less relieved!

These people from the Perez family are indeed good fighters. It is not ruled out that some of them are afraid of death, but most of them are not afraid of death. They dare to fight and fight. Even when facing more guns, they dare to stand up and shoot!
Sometimes he didn't know whether this was stupidity or real courage!
The enemy coming from behind made Ted and his men feel a huge pressure. Looking at these men who had followed him for a long time and the good men that Robin had transferred from the family, they were all a little panicked. He shouted, "Charge, charge into the door, and we can survive!"

He didn't know whether he could really survive, but he knew that if he did nothing, he would definitely die.

He didn't want to die so soon. He wanted to avenge Milo. Even if he couldn't kill Lance, he would spit at him!
His voice had an effect, and first his own men began to gather around him, followed by those Robin had transferred over.

Those military instructors always say -

The more you fear death, the faster you die. In fact, I need to add that the less you fear death, the faster you die!
But this kind of fearlessness can actually bring a threat to their enemies. For a while, these fearless people began to gather together, and they really beat Hiram and his men so hard that they couldn't even raise their heads.

Looking at the gate getting closer and closer, Ted was excited.

He wasn't sure if there were still enemies in the house, but looking at the situation tonight, even if there were, there wouldn't be too many.

People kept falling down around him. Everyone was gathering their strength at this moment. As long as they could get into the house, the situation could be turned around!
But what they didn't realize was that the gunmen from the Lance family did not stop them from approaching the gate!

After the sacrifice of at least thirty or forty people, less than one-third of the remaining people finally pushed open the door.

Ted directed people to go in while preventing those outside from chasing in. They shot at each other around the door for a while, leaving behind more than a dozen bodies, and finally guarded the gate.

But in the next second, a lot of people holding submachine guns suddenly appeared in the corridor on the second floor. Ted was stunned for a moment, and then fierce gunfire rang out.

The intense and intensive gunshots were like the climax of a symphony in Lance's ears at this moment!

The explosion after the emotion was compressed to the extreme!

The whole person, spirit, body, hair, all exploded at this moment. The whole person was relaxing himself, and the soul was like a seaweed in the ocean, swaying in the hall of music!
He overcame all difficulties, finally broke the shackles of fate, shook off the terrible things chasing him, and rushed out from the dark night of thunder and lightning!
All the music stopped abruptly the moment he rushed out!

It did not leave any "after-echo", it ended cleanly and neatly, but unexpectedly, it gave people a lingering aftertaste.

After two minutes, Lance slowly opened his eyes and let out a long sigh.

Music can indeed cleanse one's soul, and that kind of shocking feeling can never be understood by those who have not experienced it.

He turned his head and looked at the glass window. There were two cracks on it. He could even clearly see the bullet between the two cracks. It was stuck in the bulletproof glass.

The crack prevented him from seeing anything outside or hearing any sounds outside, but he knew that he would not lose.

There was a knock on the door at the right time. Lance found two buttons on the side of the sofa, pressed one of them, and the door opened.

This is a very ingenious design. Rich people always like these unique things.

The butler walked in from the door and leaned forward slightly. "Master, are you satisfied with the content I selected?"

Lance nodded with satisfaction, "This guy...is he still alive?"

Lance was talking about the composer of the symphony. The butler shook his head regretfully, "He's been dead for a hundred years."

“But this symphony is still being performed by some people. If you want to hear it live, you may need to go out of town or invite them over.”

Lance straightened up and exhaled, "Call them, I want to hear them play for me."

He turned and walked outside, "Is it over?"

He seemed to be asking about the music, but also about what was happening below.

The butler still stood by the door, bent over with his head lowered, "It's over, Master."

(End of this chapter)