The thumb scraped across the blade, and the sharp blade even scraped off the layer of grease on the thumb.

The light reflected from the blade was extremely dazzling in the night.

Leipzig shook his head and struggled, as if begging for mercy, but it was all in vain.

Old Carl grinned grimly, took the dagger and cut the woman's body several times without hesitation.

The pain made the woman struggle so hard that she couldn't even stand.

…

The pungent smell of blood, along with the sea breeze, reached Leipzig's nose, and the scene made him tremble all over.

He watched helplessly as Old Carl cut his wife several times, then pushed her off the sea cliff!

Even before his wife was pushed down, the cloth in her mouth was pulled out by old Carl.

A loud scream and a sound of someone falling into the water resounded throughout the venue.

The dozen or so Leipzig family members over there were frightened and became even more panicked by the noise.

…

"There are some small sharks living along the coast of our Llanelli Port. My young master likes to fish for these small sharks. I wonder if you have ever seen these small sharks?"

My ears were filled with the screams and splashing sounds caused by the struggle in the sea.

Old Karl looked down at Leipzig and explained it to him.

"These small sharks usually won't attack people, but they are extremely sensitive to the smell of blood. With this smell, small sharks within two or three miles will be attracted. They will curiously take a bite to taste it. If they find it doesn't taste good, they will leave. However, small sharks from far away will be attracted continuously."

"People in the sea will be mauled to death by these small sharks before they drown."

"These... were previously used to deal with traitors or people who committed heinous crimes. I didn't expect your wife to use them first."

"I will do it. I will do whatever you ask me to do. Please save her!"

Leipzig was already in despair. He had never seen such a brutal scene before. It was even more brutal than the most brutal thing he had ever encountered before, but old Karl in front of him didn't even change his expression.

He just kept silent for a while, trying to pretend to be tough, but what greeted him was not the sweet persuasion, but this method...

…

"Do everything? Haha...didn't you just keep silent?"

"I'll do it, I'll do it, I'll cooperate with whatever you ask me to do, save her."

"It's too late! Next time, remember to answer my questions faster." Old Karl turned his head and looked in the direction of Leipzig's family. He said slowly, "From now on, you will do your best to accompany me. Remember...next time, it won't be just one person who dies. Whether your family can survive depends on you."

“…”

The screams in the sea had disappeared. For a man in his fifties, it was too much to bear such a short while. Leipzig didn't know whether his wife was bitten to death or drowned. The empty sound of the waves and the sea breeze made him feel cold to the bone.

"Let's take these people and go to Swansea overnight."

Old Karl threw the knife to the bodyguard next to him, and took action himself. He grabbed Leipzig by the back of the neck and prepared to take him into the same car.

"I hope you will think carefully before we arrive in Swansea whether the Russell family has any enemies or business competitors in recent years. Tell me when you have made up your mind."

…

The two-meter-wide and three-meter-long bed is large enough for Alan to toss around on at will. There are large floor-to-ceiling windows, and outside of them is a long terrace that is more than one meter wide. Although the floor-to-ceiling windows are blocked by a small fence outside the terrace, it does not affect the sunlight that shines into the house from the windows early in the morning.

The thin quilt emitted a smell of roasted mites when exposed to the sunlight. It was hard to describe the feeling, but it made people feel comfortable. Alan woke up naturally because of the sunlight.

This is what we call the real sun drying your butt.

He used to complain that the lighting in his home was poor, it was dark, damp and not suitable for living.

Now... the new house was designed according to his preferences, with large floor-to-ceiling windows in every room to ensure sufficient sunlight. However, for safety and the aesthetics of the building, a long terrace had to be added outside the floor-to-ceiling windows to maintain the overall style of the building.

From the outside, the new manor looks like a standard retro Victorian building, but it is a different world inside. The design takes into account both the beauty of the manor's exterior and the practicality of its interior.

…

He yawned and rang the bell, but the one who came was not the servant to help him wash, but Hut.

"What's the matter? Why are you here so early in the morning?"

"Master, didn't you say that any movement from Old Karl should be reported to you immediately?"

"Huh? Didn't he just go get someone last night? Do you have a plan?"

Allen blinked. Could it be that the task he had just arranged last night had encountered some problems? With Old Carl's ability, this shouldn't be the case...

…

"It's not that they encountered a problem, but old Carl has already taken action and successfully captured a target. There is a man named Sterling. He is in the printing business. The Russell family has always been involved in media and communication. Sterling's father used to run a printing factory in Swansea. Later, the Russell family moved here and had some conflicts with him. It seems that they want to acquire him."

"stop!"

Alan wiped his face, feeling a little confused as he had just woken up. What printing factory, what Sterling?

"What does it mean to have successfully taken it?"

Huth shrugged and said, "Sterling was in a car accident on his way to work at 8:17 this morning. Both the driver and he died."

“…”

Alan was stunned for a few seconds before he realized that it had already begun.

Damn it... Didn't old Carl tell him to take it step by step? He just told him to do this last night, but he started to implement the plan this morning?

"Old Carl...oh."

Alan suddenly stood up and sat on the edge of the bed. He was about to call Old Carl, but then... gave up. Since the matter had already been handed down, he believed that Old Carl would be careful about what he did. He must have his own arrangements for doing this.

In this case, there is no need to interfere with him anymore.

It's just... this is a little different from Allen's original plan. His men can do bad things, but Allen originally expected that when the inspection team from the European Parliament is almost formed, he will go on a business trip to Sweden, and he can do what he needs to do at home. When he comes back, he can clean up the mess, and everything will be perfect.

Now that Old Carl has done this... it would be a bit awkward for him to continue staying at home.

If someone asks me about it in the future, it will be difficult to answer.

This thing is a bit like the monsters in Journey to the West.

There are so many powerful gods in the sky. How powerful are they? How strong are they?

But even though immortals have such great powers and abilities, don’t their mounts often sneak out to the lower world and cause trouble?

Once the incident gets out of hand and someone comes to your door, you can find an excuse, like you were careless during seclusion or something like that, and it will be over in a few words. The immortal will then recall his mount and fly away into the sky, and nothing will happen.

This is the tactic Allen is using now. Some things are done secretly. If they are really discovered in the future, he will have a reason to say that he didn't know and it was his subordinates who acted on their own initiative.

But he is still at home now. If we don’t handle it properly after what old Carl did, it will be hard to say what will happen in the future.

Thinking of this, Alan felt that he had to go out for a walk quickly. He couldn't stay in this house... any longer!

"Huth, go check on the progress of the delegation. If it hasn't been formed yet, arrange a trip for me, preferably one abroad. I'm going to go out for a walk."

"?"

"Well...Okay, Master, I'll arrange it right away. What about Karl?"

"Keep him busy."

"OK."

…

Early June, Jordan.

Allen brought Monica Bellucci to Main Hot Springs, not far from the Dead Sea, for vacation and to attend an important event.

Originally, Allen was planning to sneak away to play abroad, but... according to the itinerary arranged by Hut, there was a very important trip in early June that Allen needed to attend, so... Allen just asked Monica to come along and play, just as a vacation.

This so-called Main Hot Spring is very famous locally. It is said that it was developed in ancient Roman times for bathing and health care purposes of the nobles at that time.

Strictly speaking, this place is considered a special oasis in the desert. Compared to the sea level, Mayin Hot Spring is more than 200 meters lower. Due to some peculiar geographical factors, the water here is all hot springs. Whether it is a waterfall flowing down from the mountain or a hot spring pool at the foot of the mountain, the water temperature is warm and is divided into many areas according to different temperatures.

After modern development, this place is now open to the public. There are newly built hotels with complete facilities.

But... ordinary people seldom come here, because the consumption here is a bit expensive. Due to the income of ordinary people, the cost of taking a hot spring bath here is enough to make most people feel painful.

Prince Hussein specially booked a large number of guest rooms for Allen, with the best room reserved for Allen and the other rooms around for his bodyguards and servants.

Although the temperature around the hot spring hotel is relatively high, the air here is a bit strange, because there are hot springs all around...

The air is humid and hot. When I came here in this season, the air conditioner was on in the room. As soon as I walked out of the room, the outside environment suddenly changed. The physical experience was extremely strange. After standing outside for a while, I felt sticky all over and wanted to take a shower. It just so happened that...there was an enclosed hot spring pool outside the room. I went in to soak in the hot spring and experience the unique experience brought by this unique geographical environment.

…

"Why are you here at this...wedding?"

Monica was wearing a bikini, with one foot on the side of a beach chair. She bent over and stretched out her arms to help Alan, who was lying on the beach chair, apply sunscreen, asking as she did so.

"What? I can't come?"

"No...it's just that I feel like they and you..."

Monica couldn't say anything when she heard Alan's question. She just felt weird. She was a little confused as to why Alan wanted to attend the wedding of a Middle Eastern prince.

"Haha...it seems like you don't pay much attention to this. Do you know who the girl Prince Hussein is going to marry is?"

"Does it have anything to do with you?"

As soon as the girl was mentioned, Monica understood instantly. As for other things about Allen, she might not know, but Allen's popularity, especially with the opposite sex, was visibly good, and it was the kind that couldn't be better. If the new princess who was about to ascend the throne was an old acquaintance of Allen, then it was not surprising that Allen came here to attend the wedding.

"Well, she used to be my secretary, working in a department store. Hussein got to know her because of me. Do you think they should invite me to the wedding ceremony?"

Alan gave an ambiguous introduction, deliberately making it seem like his relationship with the new princess Rania was ordinary.

"Um?"

Monica was a little suspicious, but it was only for a brief moment. She had no control over Alan's affairs, nor did she need to worry about them. Now she finally knew why Alan came to the wedding, and nothing else mattered.

"Okay... I'll lie here for a while. Go tell them to pack up. We'll go back later after I get some rest. We'll go back to Amman tonight."

"knew!"

After applying the sunscreen, Monica patted Alan's back and wiped her hands on his back.

…

Amman, this is Alan's first time here.

The scenery on both sides of the road along the way...it's hard to describe.

Everywhere you look, there is yellow sand and desert, with some green plants dotted in between, but you can't see the green at all. It gives people a feeling of a barren land. Think about Saudi Arabia. Although the geographical environment there is not much better than Jordan, they have oil in their land, but here in Jordan... there is not a single hair. Compared with their wealthy neighbor Saudi Arabia, Jordan is like a beggar, extremely poor.

It was already past seven in the evening when Allen arrived at the hotel in a convoy arranged by Prince Hussein.

Tonight... Alan used the excuse that he had other things to take care of and slept separately from Monica and booked a suite for her next door. This reason did not arouse Monica's suspicion. After all, Alan had some things that she should not ask too much about, and her main responsibility was to play with him.

…

At 8:30 in the evening, Amman was under the night sky. I stood in front of the observation deck in the room, looking at the city below and the stars in the distance. It was definitely much better than Carmarthen, but far worse than London. In Amman now, only some traditional areas in the city, such as the embassy district and the old city, are better developed. These areas are where rich people live, and the construction of the distant areas is just so-so.

There was a faint sound of the doorbell, and Alan's mouth curled up, his expression becoming obviously excited.

He rubbed his hands, turned and walked out of the room.

A waitress wearing traditional clothes and a veil, pushing a food cart with her head lowered, came in and closed the door behind her. There was not even a servant following her. This would have been extremely abnormal in the past, but today, she just came in like this.

"Why are you here now?"

"I still have a lot of things to deal with over there. Tomorrow is the wedding, and it's not easy for me to come out."

Yasin Rania removed the veil from her face and complained to Alan.

Yo…

It's interesting that there is still resentment and complaints.

Alan laughed, pulled the dining cart, and tore off the cloth covering the dining cart, revealing a large box placed underneath the dining cart.

Here is the important prop you need for tonight - the wedding dress!

Seeing that Yasin Rania really brought this, Alan sniffed and urged, "Go change it quickly, I can't wait."