After beating for dozens of seconds, Alan finally let go of Spencer and breathed a sigh of relief. It felt so good to beat someone. It had been a long time since he had beaten someone himself.

Spencer's face was swollen and the corner of his left eye was broken. He squinted his eyes and looked at Alan with hatred.

"I flirted with a girl and you beat me up, okay... Allen, I'll remember you. You said so much about me. Last year, you played with the wife of that rich American businessman and it was on the news. Why don't you talk about yourself? You are a villain, a lunatic, and a beast!"

…

When Alan heard Spencer mention Donald's daughter-in-law, he became even angrier. This is all for the sake of everyone in your family. Isn't this just to vent your sister's anger?

Am I crazy to find a woman that old?

But how can he explain this to Spencer? With such an idiot's IQ, will he understand?

…

"ah!"

Alan changed his hand, this time using his right hand to grab Spencer's neck, looking into his eyes viciously.

"Listen to me, you idiot!"

"Your sister is in a very bad situation right now, and your father is dying. You'd better keep your tail between your legs and live a low-key life instead of embarrassing yourself by interacting with so many civilians!"

"It was me who took you to Cardiff University and the BBC headquarters this time. It was me! It's okay for you to embarrass yourself, but now you are embarrassing me!"

"Do you know that everything you do now, if your father really dies in a few months, how much harm will it cause to you, your sister, and me?!"

"Damn, you're such an idiot with a brain full of shit!"

"How dare you say that I like to give you instructions? If you can do it well, why would I give you instructions? Do I have so much free time?"

"Do you know what the outside world will say about you if your father dies, huh?"

"You are at the BBC headquarters, not in the countryside like your hometown!"

"BBC, it's the center of news. If anyone digs up dirt on you and reports it, saying that when your father was seriously ill, you didn't take care of him, but instead used your so-called noble status to bully the common people and pick up girls, have you ever thought about how you would refute such news?"

"Have you ever thought about it?"

…

Alan cursed in one breath, and not feeling satisfied, he punched Spencer a few more times with his left fist.

Spencer's face was covered in blood at this point, and it was hard to tell whether it was Allen's or his own, but it was most likely all his.

He was stunned by the beating and the scolding from Allen.

He is a very traditional aristocratic son, but also very untraditional.

Because his parents divorced early, he grew up with Diana. In terms of education, he actually did not receive any orthodox education since childhood, so when he grew up, he seemed a bit idle and careless.

If it was something like this in Allen's family, Spencer would have been beaten to death by the old earl long ago with his awesome look.

Even for Alan, no matter how unlearned he was, in the first few years after traveling through time, he tried his best to learn all kinds of knowledge, etiquette, and skills that a noble child should learn. Alan knew very well what he should do and what he should not do.

But as Spencer got older and suddenly became rich, he became more and more outrageous.

He didn't consider the consequences of what he was doing, nor did he consider whether the people around him would be affected and implicated by him.

…

Holding Spencer's collar, Allen pressed Spencer against the wall. Not caring about the blood on his face, he butted his head against him and said fiercely, "Do you know that your sister is about to get divorced now?"

"I……"

Spencer was trembling and unable to speak, not sure if it was because of pain or shame.

"Without her protection, without the protection of the royal family, tell me, can you keep your family business? Hmm?"

"Without your sister's help and His Highness's help, what can you do? You are now actively spreading your dirty laundry everywhere, even in the BBC headquarters. Are you looking for death? Are you looking for death?!"

…

Although there is no such saying as filial piety is the most important virtue in Britain, but his own father is seriously ill and dying, and his only son and heir is still happily picking up girls out there, being arrogant and domineering, and the location he chose is the BBC headquarters. Isn't this considered scandal?

If Spencer's father, the old Earl Spencer, died, given his normal death from illness and his status as a relative of the royal family, there would definitely be an obituary for his death, and the royal family would definitely send someone to attend the condolences.

This is completely different from the way Allen's father died back then. This needs to be reported at that time. As long as Spencer's father dies, Spencer's good days will be over, and he brought it upon himself!

Just like that...he even said with a straight face that Alan took care of him.

If it weren't for Diana's sake and the fact that everyone is related, who would be willing to take care of him?

…

"Remember... I'll help you finish your little business now, but I won't care about your own business. With your current image, I guess you don't have the face to go out. You can find any woman you want, but you can't do anything wrong in a place like the BBC headquarters."

"Pooh!"

Spencer was still half confused and half resentful. There were some things he didn't want to say, but his spitting action now expressed his thoughts.

“Boom!”

"ah……"

Allen kneed Spencer in the stomach.

"It doesn't matter whether you listen or not. Today is my last warning to you. If you dare to mess around again and I hear about it, remember this. I will personally chop off your limbs, cut off your tongue, and gouge out your eyes. I will make you the first earl in British history to lie on his back and be unable to move from the moment you ascend the throne until your death. Do you understand?"

"You dare!"

"Do you think I dare..."

The two looked at each other, and Spencer couldn't help but recall the day when Allen entertained the Gambians outside the castle.

With these memories, combined with what Alan just said, this was the first time he deeply realized that Alan really dared, he really dared!

When Spencer thought about how he would be like a useless person for the rest of his life, unable to move, speak, or see, and would have to lie in bed for the rest of his life, like a useless person, shrouded in despair for the rest of his life, he shuddered violently. His pants were wet, and he was scared to the point of peeing by Alan's cruelty!

…

Snap...

He let go of his hand that was pinching Spencer, and Spencer sat down on the ground powerlessly like a dead dog.

Alan shook off the blood on his hands and shouted, "Someone come!"

With a clatter, Little Stone hurriedly pushed open the study door. Just now he only dared to stand at the door and listen to the noise inside. He didn't dare to go in unless Alan called him. Inside were his master and Spencer, the quasi-earl who was about to inherit the title. The conflict between the two of them was something servants like them could not intervene in. Even to look at it, they had to get Alan's consent!

…

As soon as I entered the study, I saw blood on Alan's forehead, hands, and clothes.

"Master...are you hurt?" Xiao Shitou's voice became distorted with anxiety.

"It's okay, send him to treatment first."

Xiao Shitou wanted to say something but stopped himself. Under Alan's cold gaze, he called two servants outside the door to come in and carry out Spencer, who was lying on the ground with a bruised face.

The entire study returned to silence. Alan looked at the bloodstains on the ground and the blood-stained Golden Bear Award trophy, hehe...

The golden trophy was stained with large patches of blood, making it look much more pleasing to the eye.

After picking up the trophy and turning around to put it back on the desk, Xiao Huang squatted on its own mat and looked at Alan at this moment. Xiao Huang was so scared that he trembled, stopped barking, stopped looking around, and couldn't fall asleep.

…

On March 28, in a huge villa in the suburbs of Los Angeles, America.

"Haha... Ceylon, why did you come here in person?"

Old Carl seemed very happy to meet an old friend in a foreign land.

He doesn't like living in the wealthy area of ​​​​Los Angeles. The security there is good, but does he need to rely on the American police for security?

Good public security means that he has to be watched every time he goes out, and it is inconvenient to do anything. The suburbs are better, with more people coming and going, and everything is convenient. As for safety?

He got a sealed M60 tank from the US military base and moved it to his villa. The other party had maintained it for him before he bought it. The engine was overhauled and the gun barrels were all new.

Although this thing is an antique, it is very useful.

Having an M60 at home is not only safe, but if he launches a surprise attack, he can wipe out some of the small and useless gangs in the surrounding area in one night. Moreover, he has hired quite a few people over the years, and it is convenient to buy guns here, and all kinds of equipment are available.

If we talk about the safest place in Los Angeles, apart from the military port, old Carl's place is definitely one of the safest places.

…

"Sir... the boss has a letter for you."

Seeing that old Karl was not in a hurry to reminisce about the past, Ceylon took out a letter he had been carrying and gave it to old Karl.

"oh?"

When he heard that it was Alan's letter, old Carl did not dare to neglect it. He even restrained his smile, looked around first, and even took a step back, avoiding even Ceylon.

I looked at the seal of the letter and it was intact and had never been opened.

Old Carl then gently tore open the bottom of the envelope and took out the letter inside. On it was a bunch of letters and symbols that looked like garbled code, with local Welsh dialect mixed with other symbols.

This was the code that old Carl had created. When he saw it, he subconsciously curled his lips. It reminded him of the conversation he had with the young master in the basement of the auto repair shop that evening before he came to America.

The scene at that time is still vivid in his mind. The young master instructed him about his final arrangements and let him go first.

Now, several years have passed, and everything has gotten better. The young master has also learned this unique secret code between the two of them.

The above content is very simple, kill the target, what target?

Ceylon brings the goal!

Old Carl seemed to understand it, but not quite. The content expressed in it was very vague. Even if it was leaked, outsiders would not be able to understand what it meant even if they really deciphered the content.

She pretended to be indifferent and glanced at Ceylon and the people she brought behind her. Ceylon was quite loyal to the young master, otherwise... she would not have appeared at the young master's Christmas dinner.

Either that means killing Ceylon or killing the people who followed Ceylon?

Looking at the people behind Ceylon, Old Carl laughed and said, "Welcome, come on, let's take a group photo. I haven't seen so many compatriots in Los Angeles for a long time. You are all studying journalism and media, right? Very good... You are all young and promising talents!"

…

Ceylon's mouth twitched slightly. She didn't know what Alan wrote in the letter, but she knew the general meaning. Sir Carl naturally invited everyone to take a group photo together. This was a very normal request, and some people were even impatient.

It is only natural for old Carl, a distinguished knight, to take a photo with his visiting friends and younger generations from China at his home.

But... as long as we take a group photo, these people will be counted one by one, and if we take all of them at once, their appearance will be recorded in the photo.

Oh……

I heard that when photography was first invented, those ignorant people in the East said that taking pictures would take away the soul, and that after taking a picture, the soul of the person would be taken away by the photo and the person would die. When Ceylon watched old news in the past, he would laugh at the stupidity of Orientals.

Now……

He had truly seen what a soul-stirring photo was. This time it was...

"Come on, come on... Don't be polite when you're in Los Angeles. Just treat it as your own home. When the banquet is ready, we can eat and chat at the same time."

Old Carl was like a kind elder, looking very fond of his juniors, and asked every staff member who came with Ceylon to take photos together.

…

Evening of March 30th.

In front of the Los Angeles Music Center.

The annual Academy Awards ceremony was held as scheduled.

Los Angeles has been extremely lively recently.

As the Oscars approached, reporters from major foreign media outlets also gathered in Los Angeles. Coupled with the conflicts between Koreans and black people, dozens of vicious incidents occurred throughout Los Angeles every day, most of which were related to Koreans and black people.

Old Carl no longer cares about what is happening outside. He was invited to attend the Oscars ceremony and sat in the first row.

He was not an award presenter, nor did he have to speak. He just sat and watched, occasionally being scanned by the camera and showing his face.

Compared with the other guests in suits, old Carl's extremely formal gentleman's attire seemed a little bit out of place compared with everyone else's attire.

Sitting behind old Carl is a middle-aged man whose face looks very much like old Carl. He is the British actor who was nominated for the Best Actor Oscar this year - Anthony Hopkins.

Judging from his appearance, this guy has a sinister face and is a complete professional villain. The award-winning film he won this year is also very famous.

"The Silence of the Lambs", I believe that even if most people have not seen it, they have heard of the fame of this movie.

And Anthony Hopkins played the role of Hannibal in "The Silence of the Lambs"!

He is the first generation of Uncle Ba.

…

"Sir...when you return this year, can you introduce me to the Earl?"

Anthony Hopkins' mind is not on the Oscars at all right now. As a native Welshman, born in the neighboring county next to Carmarthenshire, the name of the Hill family is well-known!

When he was a child, in his 40s, it was a time of war. The old earl of that generation organized troops in Wales to send to the front line. At that time, just mentioning his name could stop children from crying at night.

The reason why Wales has a small population, apart from other historical reasons, is that many people were sent there during the war, and it has been so many years since the war, but they have not recovered yet. This is the credit of the old earl back then.