Chapter 107 Revenge from Hell

As the melodious requiem sounded in the hall, Lisa stood up and patted her wrinkled skirt, "Let's go, it's time to go downstairs." Her nominal husband stood outside the door with a wooden expression, showing no interest in her words.

"See you later, Sister Lisa." Elizabeth took Kazuya and left from the other side of the stairs with Lingna. The married people were not together with the unmarried people. If Elizabeth didn't want to appear with Kazuya in the teasing of a bunch of married people, she'd better choose to go to the young people's side.

Fourier and Barr stood in front of the stage, one on the left and one on the right, surrounded by people. Waldman stood timidly in the left corner of the hall, and Gonzalez stood in the center, talking to several elderly men.

Lisa and her husband stood in the right corner, huddled together with fake smiles on their faces. Lingna was near Gonzales, chatting with the other girls.

"These people are really defenseless. If I take action, they will all die." Elizabeth said while lying on Kazukiya Yayoi's shoulder.

He Jing Yasheng patted Elizabeth soothingly, "You don't have to do anything. It seems that they all have their own plans. Wait until they finish their performances, and then you can go on stage. Isn't it interesting? We can just watch the show."

Elizabeth covered her mouth and laughed, "You are right." Although she didn't mind doing it herself, it would be nice to have someone to do it for her. As long as her enemy died in the end, she had no interest in such a stupid act as to explain her experience to the villain.

Even if she wanted to, she could just ask the God of Death to help her solve it. The souls after death were under the control of the God of Death. She might even string them together into a bracelet and talk to them every day.

As the music slowed down, everyone, realizing that the banquet was about to begin, looked up at the stage. Fourier was standing in front of the podium in a neat suit, while Barr was standing not far from him with a look of disdain on his face.

"It's started..." Elizabeth smiled and looked at the person on the stage with deep eyes. After this speech, the fate of many people will change.

"Ladies and gentlemen, first of all, thank you for taking the time to..." Fourier's speech was normal, but everyone knew what he wanted to say, and in this case, his speech was a bit too long-winded.

Elizabeth, who was also nervous, sighed helplessly, "I don't usually think that Brother Fourier is such a talkative person."

But compared to Elizabeth, Barr was the one who couldn't help himself. After ten minutes, Fourier still had no intention of talking about the business, and he could no longer bear it. He stepped directly onto the stage and grabbed the microphone, "Stop talking nonsense. We are holding this banquet today to announce that our father, Paulino Francisco, has been confirmed dead."

Although everyone was mentally prepared, no one expected that Barr would suddenly come to power in this way and announce this matter without any preconditions.

The crowd started to make a commotion, especially the royalists, who were even more angry and frightened. Their faces turned red and their eyes glared at each other, like a furnace ready to explode at any moment.

"Bar, what do you mean? What does it mean that Mr. Francisco is dead?" A bearded man jumped onto the stage angrily, pointing at Bar and asking.

Bal was in a good mood. Under normal circumstances, he would have frowned and cursed. But now, he just smiled and spread his hands and replied: "It means exactly what it says. My father is dead. As for the evidence, Brother Fourier, you should be ready, right? I trust you very much."

Fourier was silent for two seconds, then nodded slowly. He looked at the visitor and said, "Mr. Anthony, I know you are surprised. But we can say this because we have evidence. Desi, please find someone to bring up my father's coffin."

A middle-aged man in a black suit beside Fourier bowed and saluted. He brought four sturdy bodyguards and quickly carried out a pitch-black coffin from the backstage. Considering the guests present, the coffin was placed flat on the stage, and the guests below could not see the body inside clearly.

Anthony took a step forward and saw an old man with a gray and pale face lying in the ebony coffin. His face was abnormally swollen, his face and fingers were gnawed by insects, exposing the bones, and his face was badly damaged, making it impossible to recognize his identity. If you say this is Paulino, I believe not many people will recognize it.

"How can this be Mr. Francisco? He's just a poor guy who died a long time ago!" Anthony pointed at the coffin sarcastically and said, "You two little bastards, you want to kick Mr. Francisco out and take over, right? You disloyal and unrighteous dogs. See what will happen to you when Mr. Francisco comes back!"

Fourier listened quietly to Anthony's curses. He pulled up the trouser legs of the corpse. The two pairs of legs of the corpse had completely disappeared, and only cotton was stuffed in the trouser legs. It was like a horrible cotton doll with shoes sewn from the trouser legs with thread.

"This is a typical diabetic foot, although it has been almost completely eaten by insects. Also, the steel nail on the calf was left after the operation because your father was shot in the calf by the enemy due to your command error. You can recognize this, right?"

Seeing the familiar steel nails, Anthony's expression instantly became extremely ugly. He stepped forward in panic, "How, how is it possible... No, this is not true."

When the other royalists saw his reaction, they didn't care about anything else and jumped onto the stage, "Anthony, are you sure? Many people knew that the boss had undergone surgery at the beginning. Could it be fake?"

Anthony shook his head. "No, that wouldn't happen. The hospital at that time was not very qualified, and they used stainless steel for the boss. But in order not to worry you, he insisted on using the best titanium alloy. The steel nails in the back might have rusted. He often has foot pain, so he walks with a limp."

Anthony almost cried when he thought of this. "Except me, no one knows about this. The boss didn't tell you either, for fear that you would blame me, so he said that he received the best treatment and had no sequelae. Except me, no one knows about this, so... this is the boss!"

When the royalists heard this, their faces turned ugly. They lay on the corpses and cried loudly, and some of the strong men cried so hard that they were out of breath.

Anthony knelt in front of the coffin, crying at the top of his lungs, "Boss, who killed you? Oh, Elizabeth! That was your birthday party, and Boss came early in the morning to celebrate your birthday! How come you don't know where he is?"

After saying this, Anthony suddenly rushed down from the stage, waving his fists, his ferocious face wrinkled exaggeratedly, like a charging locomotive. Seeing his aggressiveness, others quickly made way for him.

Seeing Anthony rushing to the front, He Jing Yasheng took a step forward. With the crisp sound of the ring, everyone felt a breeze blowing, and when they noticed it again, Anthony was stopped in a strange posture.

Kazukage Yayoi reached out and grabbed Anthony's wrist. Although it was an action that showed no strength, Anthony was horrified to find that he could not move at all.

But at this time, saying "let me go" seemed a little lacking in momentum. Anthony had to pretend to calm down, relax his body a little, and ask, "Guest, who are you?"

Seeing that Anthony had no intention of further attacking, He Jing Yasheng let go and retreated to Elizabeth, "Sir, please calm down. Why don't we wait for Mr. Fourier to tell us the cause of Mr. Francisco's death. Since he chose to announce Mr. Francisco's death, I believe he must know the real cause of death, right?"

He paused, then asked meaningfully: "Or did you actually already know what Mr. Fourier would say?" Are you just playing a double act here?

Unexpectedly, the truth was revealed by a word. Anthony's face flashed with surprise. He subconsciously glanced at Fourier, but received a warning look. He immediately gathered his thoughts and pretended to be furious: "Me and Fourier? Bah, don't be disgusting. And who are you? This is the business of the Francisco family."

"Could it be that you are Elizabeth's mistress? I warn you, Elizabeth, you are the daughter of the Francisco family, don't do anything that would bring disgrace to the family!"

"That's not your turn to speak, Anthony. Be aware of your identity!" Lisa walked over quickly and stood in front of Elizabeth. She said angrily, "Elizabeth is my father's most beloved daughter. The last thing he did before he died was to celebrate Elizabeth's birthday. Do you want to misinterpret your father's meaning and persecute his most beloved child?"

"You!" Anthony pointed at Lisa and was speechless for a long time. With his usual EQ, he shouldn't be able to answer such a question, so he could only point fingers in vain.

Gonzalez also came over with Lingna. He held the irritable Lisa helplessly and said, "Stop arguing. Elizabeth is just an unmarried girl, Mr. Anthony. Such accusations are too much. Even you can't easily subdue your father, let alone a lady who has difficulty even running."

Anthony seemed to want to say something, but Fourier just walked down at this time. "Mr. Anthony, don't worry, I'll explain it right away. We found my father in an abandoned well, and the moss on the edge of the well showed signs of being rubbed off."

"Although it's hard to believe, my father actually stepped on moss and slipped and fell into the well. Fortunately, he was upside down, so he probably lost consciousness quickly and didn't suffer too much pain... Alas."

Fourier reached out and patted Anthony on the back. "I know it's hard for you to accept, but this is the truth, Uncle Anthony. We hesitated for a long time whether to tell the truth, but... Alas, if we don't tell it, you will always live in the beautiful dream that your father is still alive."

Anthony saw that the play was finally over. He pursed his lips and shook his head unwillingly, "How could it be, how could the cause of death be so simple? I, I can't accept it..."

Seeing Anthony squatting on the ground in despair, Fourier walked up to him and patted his shoulder gently, "Don't be sad, your father in heaven would definitely not want to see this. He loves you very much, just as he loves us. There is no father who doesn't like his children to be happy, and he also doesn't want you to be sad."

"Don't be sad about the past, there is a bright future waiting for us."

Hearing this, Anthony, who was still heartbroken, raised his head and excitedly pulled Fourier's hand, "Master Fourier, do you know that what you said is exactly the same as what the boss said at the beginning..."

Fourier was stunned. He gently helped Anthony up and said, "Really? Sorry, I didn't know..."

The relationship between master and servant couldn't be more harmonious, it makes anyone cry when they hear it.

Elizabeth, who was standing by, watched the scene speechlessly and couldn't help but complain: "Are the two of them acting in a romance drama? Or is it the same old stand-in Bai Yueguang plot."

"Pfft, your summary is correct." Kazukage Yayoi laughed out loud. He pointed at Bal, who had already become extremely impatient. "Then, it's time for the vicious male supporting role to appear."

As soon as He Jing Yasheng finished speaking, he heard Bal's joking voice: "Ah! I was wondering why you rejected that mysterious organization, brother. It turns out it's because you hooked up with these idiots."

"Yes, yes, it is indeed a wise decision for you to unanimously kick me, a member of the royal family, out."

He took a step forward and whispered in Fourier's ear: "But first, brother, you have to survive."

Fourier's expression darkened instantly, and his tone was full of warning, "What do you want to do, Barr? Start a massacre right here?"

Bal smacked his lips and shook a finger. "No, no, no, I don't have such intentions. Besides, I should be the one worrying about this matter, right? Brother Fu Li Ye. You have more men in this manor than I do. But you don't intend to kill me in front of so many guests, right?"

It seems that Barr is not crazy yet. Fourier took a deep breath and asked, "What do you want to say?"

Bal took out a bottle of potion with a smile, turned around on the spot, and showed it to everyone. "In order to prevent large-scale bloodshed in Mexico, let's gamble our luck. Let Mr. He Jing pour two cups of tea for us, put this bottle of poison in one of the cups, and see who will die after drinking it. This is a regular program of the mafia, very exciting, isn't it?"

"...Are you mentally ill?" Fourier looked at Bal speechlessly. He took back his previous words. Bal was indeed crazy.

Bal smiled and put the medicine bottle in Kazukage Yayoi's hand. He turned around and looked at Fourier, provocatively: "How about it, do you want to gamble? Don't be afraid. As the boss of the mafia, you don't even dare to gamble your life. What kind of mafia boss do you want to be? Rely on your caution or your acting skills?"

Fourier's expression became even uglier, and he calmly looked at Barr's expression. This was an obvious trap, but he had to jump into it.

The Mafia is a job that tests courage and luck, and gambling with lives is also a common activity. If he disagrees with Bal's proposal, he would be tantamount to admitting his cowardice and weakness.

Although this activity seemed very stupid to Fourier, Baal was not a really stupid person. He valued his life more than himself. So there was no poison in the medicine bottle. Baal was just betting that he would not dare to agree. Baal threatened him right away and pretended that he really intended to kill him, but in fact, all this was just Baal's acting to prove that the potion in his hand was really poison.

In that case, why not gamble.

Fourier chuckled, "In that case, I'll bet."

Bal didn't expect Fourier to really dare to gamble. He was stunned after hearing this. After a moment, he replied: "Brother Fourier is worthy of being brave. Then let's close our eyes and let Mr. He Jing help me make the choice of fate." Of course, things are not that simple. Bal narrowed his eyes and smiled secretly. Being too arrogant will cause trouble, Fourier.

Seeing everyone's eyes looking over, He Jing Yasheng shrugged and took the teacup from the waiter. "If something really happens, please don't blame me. This is your own choice."

Bal nodded with a fake smile, "Of course, I took out the poison, how can I blame you?"

Kazukage Yayoi's eyes swept over their heads and said, "Okay... everything will be easy with the disclaimer."

"Then please turn around."

Now that you're on the roulette wheel, be prepared for the needle to turn toward you, Fourier.