Oh……

Alan's eyes became colder as he looked at the old guy. He dared to bargain with him even when he was about to die?

Is it because I haven't appeared in public much in recent times, so there are no rumors about my reputation in the outside world?

A wealthy businessman from a foreign country now dares to bargain with me?

If this continues, how can this be tolerated?

If I let him go this time, will other people learn from him and bargain with me in the future when something happens?

…

Alan likes to be a reckless man and a bad guy.

It's not that he is cruel by nature, but that he has deliberately created a personality. In this world, if you are not cruel to others, others will be cruel to you!

As the old saying goes, if someone has been a good person all his life and occasionally does something bad, his entire personality will collapse and outsiders will say that his true colors have been revealed.

If a person who has done bad things all his life occasionally does a small good deed, he will be regarded as a prodigal son who has returned home, and he will become a Buddha by putting down his butcher knife. He will also enjoy endless praise from the outside world.

Should I be a good guy or a bad guy?

As long as it does not violate his principles, Alan would of course choose to be a bad guy, or a good guy?

Whoever wants to be the leader can be the leader.

Allen would rather be a reckless man or a bad guy who can avoid a lot of trouble by hearing his name.

…

After staring at the old man for a long time, Alan didn't even ask his name. It didn't matter anymore.

"Go, bring that thing to me."

Turning his head and looking around, Alan felt a little itchy and saw a small shovel next to the flower bed that had not been put away yet. It had a pointed tip and should have been used by the servants to repair the flower bed when he was not back. He did not go in directly just now, but came out to meet people instead. The servants had not had time to put it away and just put it next to the flower bed.

Xiao Shitou nimbly picked up the small shovel, which was about one meter long, and handed it to Alan.

…

Mohammed Fahey looked at Alan holding a shovel and staring at him up and down. He suddenly had a bad feeling and was about to speak.

"Your Mightiness……"

"bump!"

There was a dull sound, like the sound of a knife hitting the chopping board when chopping a large bone.

Mohammed Fahaizi didn't even see how Alan moved, he felt his vision suddenly go dark, and his head felt numb, and then some warm liquid flowed down his head. His eyes suddenly felt stinging, and he reached out to touch his eyes. His body shook, and then he felt a dazed feeling in his head, and he suddenly felt as if he could not see anything in front of him.

With a plop.

…

Alan looked at the old man who was knocked unconscious by his shovel with satisfaction.

"Fuck, I hate it most when people bargain with me!"

He handed the shovel handle to his left hand, held the shovel with both hands, with the tip of the shovel facing downward, and without looking closely, he suddenly exerted force and chopped down hard on the old man's left wrist.

"throat……"

"I asked you to bargain with me!"

"Huh?"

The pointed shovel seemed to hit the joint for the first time. The bone bounced back slightly when it hit the tip of the shovel, but it didn't go through. Alan's mouth twitched, and he ignored the screams in his ears. He picked up the shovel and lifted it up, and using the force of the shovel falling down, he hit it down hard for the second time.

"throat!"

This time the hit was accurate, and following the wound from the first time, the old man's left hand was finally cut off at the root by the shovel. The tip of the shovel, with a little blood stain, was directly inserted into the soil.

…

Letting go of the shovel, Alan squatted beside the old man and looked down at his pale face.

He seemed to have been stunned, with his mouth open, staring blankly at the shovel that was tightly attached to his wrist.

"Do you think that because your son and His Highness have played polo a few times, no one would dare to mess with you? Do you think I wouldn't dare to touch you?"

Alan smiled, reached out his hand, grabbed his hair, and shook the old man's head.

After shaking the old man a few times and seeing that he still didn't respond, he slapped him again, then stood up and clapped his hands, looking down at him, not caring whether he heard or not, and talking to himself: "I keep you here, not because I don't dare to touch you, but because I want you to prepare things for me. If you like something, you have to give it to me. If you don't give it to me, I will kill you and then take it away. If I don't see the transfer contract of Harrods Department Store tomorrow morning, I will chop off your right hand. If you are late for one day, I will chop off one. I want to see how many things you have for me to chop off."

"Stone!"

"Master, I'm here."

Little Stone lowered his head. He didn't know why the young master was so angry today, but after seeing the scene just now, he had rarely seen the young master being so brutal in all the years.

"Send someone to send them back and keep an eye on them. If they dare to run... hmph... catch them back."

"clear!"

…

After taking a bath and changing clothes, Alan sat on the lounge chair on the balcony, holding a newspaper in his hand, slightly dazed.

He just used the old guy as a punching bag and gave him a good beating, which made him feel much better.

This kind of bad things have been happening all the time recently, which has made Alan feel very irritable.

They are all trivial things, like you love him, he doesn't love her, etc.

But Allen couldn't escape these things.

He could have ignored it, but if he did nothing and let the situation develop, it would be very disadvantageous to him, so he had to take care of it now.

These trivial matters seem not to be too important. If you investigate the boss, the worst that can happen is a divorce. We can deal with the future later.

But Alan couldn't control himself. He hated this kind of life that went with the flow and was full of uncertainty.

He has obviously saved up a certain amount of wealth and is already rich, so he just wants to enjoy life. Is it so difficult?

What would happen if he didn't participate in these things?

From a broad perspective, it's nothing more than letting nature take its course. But as someone close to Boss Cha and as an aristocrat who was born as a royal guard, what should he do in the future?

He will be marginalized because royal affairs and the investigation of the boss, no matter how big or small, are not trivial matters!

If he fails to play a role when he should, or becomes a transparent person throughout the whole process, what will happen in the future?

If he can't even handle small things, how can the leader trust him to handle big things?

The royal family’s affairs are Allen’s business. Although it sounds ridiculous, isn’t that how life is?

In the past, his father wanted to get involved, but there was no way.

Although Alan is now a little anxious because of these troubles.

He wanted to end this farce as soon as possible, but these things could not be rushed, which was very frustrating.

The longer it couldn't end quickly, the more impatient he became.

Alan's temper became worse and worse over the past few days. Today, he found a vent and had a good vent. Now he feels much better.

Shaking the newspaper in his hand, Alan squinted his eyes and thought about his next strategy.

…

The newspapers have been very lively these days. Not only are there reports about him causing trouble for Andrew, but most importantly, Princess Anne and the Duchess of Alba have been mocking Karami in the newspapers in a sarcastic way. This drama has never stopped in the past few days!

Women... are very vindictive. When they start to argue, ordinary people would just curse each other in person, but for these high-end women, the battlefield of cursing would shift to the newspapers.

Both sides exposed each other's dirt. In today's newspaper, a tabloid has exposed the information of Princess Anne's new love.

Allen was speechless. This fucking thing was getting more chaotic. His actions seemed petty. They had agreed to make the fight as big as possible, but now he wasn't the one getting the most attention? !

And that Karami seemed to be avoiding him deliberately. No matter how Alan wrote to insult Andrew in the past few days, they didn't talk back, as if they were just swallowing their pride.

This made Alan even more annoyed.

A man, whose wife cheated on him, is now blocked at the door by people who write letters to him and scold him every day, pointing at his face and scolding him, but he has no reaction at all. Is this normal?

Even the Ninja Turtles can't do this, right?

"Hold!"

Alan threw the newspaper onto the coffee table. Looks like he'll have to add more material tomorrow. In the essay, you can criticize others, and I can criticize others too. I've got some explosive material in my hands, so I'll add fuel to the fire!

…

Alan, far away in London, is still worried about Andrew and Karami, but on the other side of the ocean, in America, Los Angeles.

It has been more than a month since the riots, but the lingering smell of burning in the streets of Los Angeles, especially in the alleys near Koreatown, seems to still be vivid.

The charred burn marks on the wall are a constant reminder to every Los Angeles citizen passing by of the tragic situation here a month ago.

…

More than 40 kilometers northeast of Los Angeles.

An open space at the border of the Angelus National Forest.

In a huge construction site surrounded by barbed wire, a group of prisoners in prison uniforms are operating various machines and tools, busy building a prison for themselves.

The quota for the private prison has been secured, and the next step will definitely be to build the prison. However, labor costs in the United States are relatively high, and if one wants to build a large prison, the initial investment will not be cheap.

The land can be selected in a remote location, but labor cannot be avoided. The current situation is good enough.

Tens of thousands of free prisoners helped build the prison, which not only made them work, but also saved the prison labor costs.

Although the quality of the project may require some concern, everything seems insignificant compared to the low cost. If the job is not done well, just redo it!

Anyway, there are a lot of prisoners captured this time, so as long as they don’t die of exhaustion, we will use them to death.

…

A convoy consisting of six Cadillacs and several vans slowly stopped at the prison gate that had been built earlier.

The gate, which is more than ten meters high and made of cast concrete, looks a bit like a doomsday fortress.

Several machine guns were mounted on the gate, with the muzzles pointed at the prisoners who were trapped inside and working, forcing them to give up any idea of ​​escape.

Old Carl tilted his head to take a look at the defense situation on the prison gate and nodded expressionlessly.

Among these newly recruited prison guards, only one out of ten is truly a prison guard.

The others were all former gang members. That small family had been cleansed, and some of their lackeys also transformed themselves and successfully got ashore.

From a former thug, he has now become a "temporary prison guard" wearing a uniform and looking down on these prisoners.

…

Gang members know gang members best. Let alone these machine guns, these prisoners would not dare to run away, even without these machine guns.

For most of the prisoners here, where they live in Los Angeles, where they live, and who is at home, all have been clearly counted. Even the locations of their gangs are recorded. So what if they run away?

To the north is an endless forest reserve, and there is only one highway far away to the east and west. Want to go back to Los Angeles?

The straight-line distance is more than 40 kilometers, and it was a lot of suffering along the way.

Even if there are people bold enough to escape from prison, it is estimated that before they can run back to Los Angeles, the people who have gone back to block them will be waiting for them at their doorstep.

In addition, most of these prisoners have short sentences, so it is unlikely that they will escape from prison. They can just wait it out for a while, and only fools would escape from prison...

If you do this a few more times, you will have to stay in prison for the rest of your life and never get out.

…

After inspection, the convoy drove to a newly built two-story office building in the prison, where a young man in his thirties with a mature face had been waiting.

Seeing old Carl getting off the car, the young man quickly took two steps forward, bowed slightly and said, "Uncle Carl, welcome to the prison for inspection. If I have done anything wrong, please point it out and I will correct it immediately."

The young man's name is Daniel Esposito. He is the husband of the niece that old Carl recognized. He is an Italian-American who married into Lily's family and has now successfully become the patriarch of this generation.

From an honest man who wanted to follow the rules, obey the law and do business honestly, he successfully transformed into a family of thugs who dared to think and act, and were loyal to old Carl.

Their family has grown from a small family that only knew how to deal in gasoline from illegal channels at the U.S. military training base to a medium-to-large family that can control a private prison.

In this prison, there are more than a hundred "temporary prison guards" who were brought by him from home.

…

"Haha, Daniel, you did a good job. I came here today to take care of some personal matters."

As Old Carl spoke, he turned slightly and glanced at Ceylon who got off the car behind.

Now, more than a month has passed since the incident, and Ceylon has not returned yet. It’s not that she doesn’t want to go back, but old Carl hasn’t finished his business yet, so she needs to wait here for a while.

Li Zairong secretly commanded the riot, but he did show up a few times during this period. Among the many Koreans arrested at that time, Li Zairong and his companions were also arrested.

The purpose is to carefully identify who remembers Li Zairong, or who knows him. These people...

It won’t be so easy to go out in the future.

Today, Old Carl came to pick up Li Zairong and help him pack up his things.

"Let's go...Have you brought Li Zairong and those people?"

"Uncle, everyone is here, they are all up there."

Daniel nodded to Ceylan as a greeting, and walked to the front to lead the way. Behind the group were several of Old Carl's bodyguards, each carrying a suitcase bag that was bulging with things, and it was impossible to tell what was in it.

…

"Sir! Sir Carl! You finally came to pick me up."

The first time Li Zairong saw old Carl, he was so excited that his eyes turned red, as if he was a wanderer who had been away from home for many years and saw his old father.