To his left is Cecilio's position, to his right is Orianna's position. To Orianna's right is Agen, and to Agen's right is an empty position.
Although there was no one sitting at the seat, there was a knife and fork on the table.
Next to Cecilio sat the frail Rain and the pale-faced Song Ci. Song Ci looked at the empty seat opposite her, her eyes shifting.
Edward glanced at the clock on the wall and said nonchalantly, "Ten minutes left."
Upon hearing this, everyone had different expressions, but no one said a word.
Ten minutes left.
What, ten minutes left?
There are still ten minutes left before the time Edward demands to see Han Zhan.
Edward waited patiently, showing no sign of anger.
Song Ci still didn't want Han Zhan to show up. She didn't dare to look around, for fear that Edward would discover Han Zhan's identity.
Edward smiled and said, "Song Ci, it seems that my little Hoff doesn't love you very much either."
Song Ci has learned his lesson now.
In front of Edward, Song Ci put away her sharp thorns and chose to be a silent, beautiful and charming mute.
Seeing that Song Ci didn't argue with him this time, Edward felt bored again.
Edward looked at Valjean again and said to him sinisterly, "Valjean, I remember that when you were little, you and little Hof were the best friends. Back then, you two even agreed to kill me together and pursue freedom, right?"
Valjean's expression remained unchanged. He turned sideways, looked up at Edward, and said respectfully, "Father, I was ignorant when I was young. Please don't be angry."
Edward disliked Valjean's soft and cotton-like personality even more.
Edward looked at his precious daughter again, "Anna, do you think little Hoff will come?"
Orianna calmly analyzed: "If he really loves Song Ci, he will definitely come."
"But he's not here now." Edward spread out his hands and said to Song Ci with a smile, "Does that mean his love for you is just this much?"
Song Ci chuckled, "Mr. Edward, you've figured this out."
Edward: "..."
How boring.
"Leo, do you think Hoff will come?"
Cecilio said, "I don't know. But I think that the way we sit here is like a classic work of Leonardo da Vinci."
"Oh? Which one?"
Cecilio said: "The Last Supper"
Edward was a little surprised.
"Who is the traitor there?"
Cecilio fell silent.
Edward raised the corner of his mouth playfully, "Interesting."
He looked at the people in front of him, and everyone looked like a traitor.
"Two more minutes."
Edward hooked his finger at his subordinate.
The subordinate handed the pistol to Edward.
Edward fiddled with his pistol. "This pistol has been with me for half my life," he said. "Thirty-five years ago, I used it to successfully kill the previous leader of the Son of God. I call it the 'Godkiller.'"
He used it to kill the previous leader of the Sons of God.
Edward wiped the gun carefully, blew into the muzzle, and said, "But today, I decided to use it to punish our family."
Edward pointed the gun at Song Ci.
Song Ci stared at the dark muzzle of the gun without showing any fear.
Today, Song Ci has become indifferent to life and death.
Song Ci doesn't take her life seriously, but some people treat her as a treasure.
Edward's eyes swept over the people sitting or standing in the restaurant. He shook his gun and said excitedly, "I have always wondered why little Hof didn't come to see me and save the woman he loved."
"I thought he was afraid, afraid of death, afraid of seeing me."
Edward glanced at Carl behind Cecilio and Su Wen behind Orianna. He licked his lips playfully and said, "I finally figured it out today."
Orianna asked, "Father, what have you figured out?"
Edward's mouth cracked, and the smile grew wider.
He said: "I think that Little Hof is not afraid to come to see me, but he is afraid to see me with his true face! I think that Little Hof is right here, in this restaurant."
Edward pulled the trigger.
He decided to kill Song Ci!
Hearing the sound of the trigger, Carl behind Cecilio suddenly moved.
Carl walked out from behind Cecilio, and under Edward's gaze, he walked around the end of the table with steady steps and sat down in the empty seat next to Valan.
After sitting down, Carl placed his right hand on the table and, in front of everyone, took off the two fake fingers made by Susanna, revealing two ugly scars.
Then, he slowly tore off the fake skin on his neck and the mask on his face. He lowered his head again and gracefully removed the contact lenses from his eyes.
As the man looked up, everyone saw a pair of slender gray-blue eyes and a handsome face with deep features and cold lines.
If it’s not Han Zhan, then who else could it be?
Han Zhan tilted his head and nodded slightly towards Edward, "Long time no see, father."
Edward clapped his hands.
"Whoa! Whoa!"
"My little Hof, look at you, you've really grown up and even learned to lie to your father."
Han Zhan smiled indifferently.
"Father, you are so kind."
Han Zhan reached behind his back and took out the pistol he had tucked behind his waist.
Putting the gun on the table, Han Zhan touched his beloved gun and said, "Like my father, I also gave my gun an appropriate nickname."
"oh?"
Edward politely asked Han Zhan: "Can you tell me, father, what is the name of your gun?"
Han Zhan nodded. "Of course."
He picked up the gun with his left hand and instantly pointed it at Edward.
Even with the gun pointed at his body, Edward remained calm and looked at Han Zhan with tolerance.
Han Zhan told Edward: "I call it patricide."
In the hall, it suddenly became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, and the atmosphere was tense!
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