When Anthony returned after gathering the last of his men, he saw a group of his subordinates collapsed on the ground in front of the door. As he walked in, he saw the same group in the living room, and he also heard his grandfather groaning uncomfortably. He thought he had misheard, but after taking a few more steps, he saw his grandfather curled up on the ground, with Giddo smiling at him.
He disregarded everything else, ran to his grandfather, squatted down, and tried to help him up, but the grandfather was in so much pain that he could only curl up and couldn't be lifted up at all.
“Grandfather! Grandfather!” he called anxiously.
Despite his physical discomfort, old Popov managed to utter a few words with difficulty: "Anthony, I've been poisoned, and I'm having an attack."
Anthony looked at An Moxue, suppressing his anger, and asked, "What poison did you give my grandfather? Get the antidote first, and we can discuss the rest."
An Moxue reacted as if she'd heard a joke. She said, "Anthony, are you playing house?"
Anthony was confused. "What?"
An Moxue found it amusing. "Do you think you're stupid or I'm naive?"
As soon as An Moxue finished speaking, she spun to the side and fired a bullet from her right hand. The bullet struck the sofa where she had just been sitting, and at the same time, someone let out a muffled groan from where the bullet came from.
An Moxue fired several more shots while constantly dodging.
For a moment, everyone in the room held their breath, fearing that some stray bullet might hit them.
Before the people inside could even see how she fired the guns, they saw her throw down one gun, take out two more from her pocket, one in each hand, in different places, and fire them without even looking.
Until no more bullets were fired at her, she aimed her gun at Anthony again. Two bullets whizzed past, piercing flesh. An Moxue sat back down on the sofa, her eyes filled with murderous intent, yet a smile played on her lips. She exuded a dangerous and wicked aura.
Anthony grunted twice, glaring angrily at An Moxue.
"Anthony, is this all the fighting power you have? That's a bit weak! I wonder what you two plan to do?" An Moxue's words were both arrogant and infuriating.
An Moxue sat on the sofa, waiting for a reply, but she wasn't annoyed. She slowly got up, took out the snuff bottle that she had given to old Popov, opened it, and smelled it under Anthony's nose as well. Then she sat back down on the sofa and just looked at Anthony.
At that moment, everyone else in the room had the same thought: this woman was not to be trifled with; whoever messed with her would be doomed.
Anthony slowly fell ill, and like Popov, the grandfather and grandson collapsed together, both suffering unbearable pain. Perhaps because Anthony was younger, he couldn't tolerate the pain as well as Popov. In addition, he had been shot twice in the leg and was still bleeding, making him look even more miserable and serious.
"Tsk tsk tsk! Mr. Popov, look how pitiful your grandson is. Is he going to die? After all, he was shot twice in the leg. I wonder if he'll die from losing too much blood?"
Then An Moxue took out a stack of papers from her bag. The papers contained details about the Popov family members and their assets, including each member's current job and home address, as well as their personality and special skills.
An Moxue wanted to laugh when she looked at the stack of papers. She remembered how Wu Sicheng insisted on coming with her before she left, and how he finally gave in and stuffed this stack of information about the Popov family into her hands.
After reading the information, An Moxue walked up to old Popov and administered a few acupuncture needles. His symptoms disappeared. She then said to him, "Well? Have you thought about how to compensate me? However, I feel that if your grandson dies, your branch of the family will be cut off. I wonder what the other members of the clan will think? After all, they are all descendants of the Popov family. Why is it that only you can control the Popov family's wealth, while others cannot?"
Old Popov slowly got up, sat on the nearest sofa, looked at An Moxue and said, "Miss Jiduo, may I ask you a question?"
An Moxue nodded. "You're asking?"
"Are you a descendant of the Nalan family?"
An Moxue feigned ignorance and said, "What did you say? I don't quite understand. The Nalan family? Who are they?"
Old Popov looked at her, trying to find the answer in her face, "You really aren't?"
An Moxue asked curiously, "No. What is the relationship between the Nalan family and you? Are they very powerful? Why do you think I am a member of the Nalan family?"
Old Popov looked straight at her and said, "Since you're not a member of the Nalan family, there's no need for you to know. We sent people to your house several times, not out of malice, but simply to prove that you are a member of the Nalan family. After all, we owed the Nalan family a favor hundreds of years ago, and we thought that if you were, we would treat you well to repay that favor. But the prerequisite was that you had to be a member of the Nalan family. If you weren't, then forget it. However, we didn't expect that the people we sent would misunderstand my intentions and make things worse, causing you trouble. I apologize to you."
An Moxue found it amusing. As expected of someone so shrewd and experienced, listen to this: anyone unaware of the inside story would have to praise the Popov family – truly loyal and righteous, still remembering to repay a debt of gratitude from hundreds of years ago. Furthermore, their selfish actions have been transformed into repaying a debt of gratitude. They are shameless, capable of betraying their master; it seems to be the power of their bloodline – a lineage of shamelessness, ruthlessness, and prioritizing self-interest.
An Moxue only wanted to reply with two words—"Hehe!"
An Moxue sat on the sofa, looked at Anthony, and said, "Old man, look at your grandson. Do you think saying these things is something I want to hear, or will it solve the problem? If you keep nagging like this, your grandson might not make it."
Old Popov followed his gaze, and after a long while, finally asked two words: "What do you want?"
An Moxue picked up the stack of Popov family information that Wu Sicheng had given her and said, "Three days later, summon all members of the Popov family back for a meeting. I want you to submit to me and be used by me. What I say goes, and you must not resist. Also, transfer the property I have checked here to my name."
She handed the documents to old Popov, gesturing for him to take a look.
Old Popov took the documents, and the more he read, the more shocked and furious he became. He roared angrily, "How dare you!"
An Moxue crossed her legs, tapped her fingers lightly on the table, looked at her, and said sarcastically, "Why don't you dare? Do you have some misunderstanding about me?"
Old Popov looked at his grandson Anthony, who was lying in a pool of blood. Because of his constant writhing, the wound was still bleeding. He looked at the pool of blood as if he was fighting against something, his face contorted and terrifying, like a demon from hell.
“Grandfather, don’t agree to him!” Anthony said with difficulty as he listened to the conversation between the two.
“Heh—” An Moxue said as if she had heard a joke, “That’s fine too.”
As she spoke, she quickly got up, went to old Popov, took out her snuff bottle, opened it, smelled it a few times at old Popov's nose, then closed it and sat back down on the sofa.
The group of people on the ground listened and felt that the world was about to change for the Popov family.
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