A young man, who looked no older than Eddie, squatted in the middle, protecting his mother with one hand and his wife with the other. They were surrounded by bodyguards, with countless guns pointed at them.
If they show the slightest sign of resistance, they will be riddled with bullets in the next second.
Tony Herman stared at Eddie with his blue eyes, his gaze filled with stubbornness.
"Although you spared us back then, you imprisoned us for life, depriving us of our freedom for the rest of our lives. As you wished, we have suffered terribly these past years, yet why are you still unwilling to let us go! It was Hart who wanted to rebel, what does that have to do with us! Rather than humiliating us like this, you should have just given us a quick shot back then!"
"Tony!" Mrs. Herman was so frightened by her son's audacity that she immediately grabbed his hand: "What are you saying, Tony? I won't allow you to say another word."
As soon as she finished speaking, Mrs. Hermann immediately knelt down and kowtowed to Eddie to apologize.
"Young Master, I'm sorry, Tony was too impulsive. It's my fault as his mother for not raising him well. Please don't be angry..."
Tony was scolded by his mother and shut up, but he still glared at Eddie with resentment.
“You don’t have to look at me like that,” Eddie said calmly. “There’s a saying that’s very true: everyone has to pay the price for their actions. When your father Hart chose to rebel, he abandoned your and your mother’s future happiness. You shouldn’t hate me now, but hate your father Hart. He ruined your life.”
“…” Tony Herman paused for a moment, wanting to refute, but then realized that Eddie was right.
"Young Master!" The bodyguards who had been searching the house had finished searching it.
"Young Master, we haven't found any problems."
"Have you searched everything?"
"Yes, young master, the search is complete."
No problem at all...
impossible.
Eddie looked at his assistant, who immediately brought him a jacket.
He walked over and knelt down in front of Mrs. Hermann.
Do you remember this jacket?
Mrs. Hermann stared blankly at the coat, not daring to lie: "Yes, I remember."
"Whose is this?"
“I don’t know, it might belong to my son Tony,” Mrs. Herman said. “I found it a few days ago when I was tidying up my room. I threw it away because it was no longer wearable.”
“Young Master Eddie, is there... a problem?” Mrs. Hermann asked cautiously.
Eddie glanced at her; her blue eyes were still filled with fear, so she probably wasn't lying.
He reached into a very hidden pocket inside his coat and pulled out a tribal emblem: "What's this?"
Upon seeing the unfamiliar family crest, Mrs. Hermann paused, then shook her head: "I don't recognize it."
She was not lying.
He handed the family crest to his assistant, who immediately passed it on to Ji Zhinan and Gu Yibei. Eddie, on the other hand, took the coat and said definitively, "This is your husband's coat."
"..." Mrs. Hermann's eyes widened immediately, as if she had remembered, her eyes filled with regret and fear.
She carelessly threw her husband's coat out, and it was discovered by the people watching them from outside.
No wonder even Eddie Wallace came in person.
"I'm sorry, Young Master Eddie, I didn't mean to hide Hart's things. This really was a piece of clothing that I put in a corner. If I hadn't been tidying up the room, I wouldn't have been able to find it..."
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