Chapter 776: Chapter 20: 25 Bucks?
Ga Mansion, the top floor eting hall.
Sitting in the chair, Luodeni watched Losa 11 leave the eting hall and couldn’t help but smile.
This smile contained relief as well as disdain.
However, the latter was fleeting and soon covered by other emotions.
At the sa ti, the tense atmosphere that had just pervaded the eting room had disappeared.
The representative of the Hera Family, Donna, although wearing a veil, at this mont, anyone could feel her sense of relaxation.
...
A sense of relaxation just like Luodeni’s.
Wittes, the representative of the Amiel Family, was no exception.
His body sat upright, but his face no longer held the seriousness it had just before.
"Heh, a flower that has grown in a greenhouse.”
The representative of the Gibson Family, Luodeni, let out another light laugh.
Once again, a feeling of disdain surfaced in his tone.
But at this, the other two family representatives, the proxies Donna and Wittes, both nodded in agreent.
"Who else but the young master of the Losa Family?”
"Even flowers from a greenhouse can live without worries.”
Gently swaying her folding fan, Donna’s words carried a hint of resentnt, but then turned into a soft sigh.
Full of helplessness and a touch of powerlessness.
Luodeni and Wittes both tightened their lips.
They shared the feeling deeply.
As representatives and agents of the Hundred Major Families, they knew all too well what kind of status they held. To outsiders, they were second only to one, but in reality?
To the Hundred Major Families, they were just ‘workers’ who could be replaced at any ti.
‘Worker’ was the polite term they found.
Unpleasant phrases?
Tools?
That would be an overestimation.
Dogs?
An apt description.
When their masters give them a bone, they have to wag their tails nonstop and carry out various commands.
Do well, and it’s their duty, as expected.
But what if they don’t perform well?
Chastisent and punishnt are also to be expected.
After all, this is part of ‘training a dog’.
Even more so, to so extent, they are even less than ‘dogs’.
At least dogs have so freedom.
They?
Nothing.
None at all.
Beneath the glitzy exterior lies only the ‘loyalty’ to their respective families!
A hundred percent loyalty!
Beyond that, there are no other impurities.
For instance…
Xilin!
Luodeni, Donna, Wittes—these three family representatives, proxies, almost simultaneously looked towards the spot where Xilin had committed suicide with a gun, and though it had been cleaned spotless, in their eyes seed to reappear the color of blood, and the scent of blood filled their nostrils once more.
Intense.
Inescapable.
Uncomfortable.
After that, all three beca unnatural.
Luodeni’s smile stiffened.
Donna closed her folding fan and then opened it again.
Wittes straightened his posture, yet again puffed out his chest as if wishing to be even more upright.
They seed to see their own fates at this mont.
At the sa ti, they also felt fortunate.
This ti, it wasn’t them.
But what about the next ti?
And the ti after that?
The atmosphere that had just relaxed beca heavy again at this mont.
This mood lasted for about ten seconds, but it was ultimately Donna who broke it.
This lady, dressed in a black veil and a bright red dress, tapped her palm with her folding fan. Amidst the crisp snapping sounds, she said,
"Now is not the ti for silence, we are the victors.”
"This ti is, and the next will be too.”
"After all, we’ve joined forces.”
Donna declared emphatically.
"That’s right!”
"With the three of us allied, we’re secure, and no one in District F can stop us. As long as we keep going, it won’t take us ten years to beco mbers of the ‘Council of Elders’ of our respective families. At that ti, we can finally breathe easy and truly enjoy life,” Wittes nodded and spoke a string of words unusually.
On the face of the representative and proxy of the Amiel Family, the longing was evident.
Without a doubt, he was looking forward to that mont.
Or to put it more accurately, it’s because of that anticipation that he was able to persevere.
"Ten years!”
"I sohow regret not having t the two of you earlier.”
"Had I t you sooner, I might already have my own life by now?”
Luodeni, the oldest representative and proxy of the Gibson Family, couldn’t help but sigh.
Ti is the most impartial.
Every minute, every second, every instant leaves its mark on everyone.
Ti is rciless.
Because such marks are irreversible.
Luodeni twisted his stiff back, feeling the pain, and couldn’t help but sigh again.
"Is it too late now?”
Donna asked.
Wittes looked at Luodeni.
His gaze carried a kind of scrutiny.
A scrutiny among allies, as well as that between adversaries.
To such scrutiny, Luodeni laughed in his heart.
Their alliance was fragile, based entirely on shared interests, without any so-called affection, let alone a helping hand at a critical mont.
At that ti, not to betray would be considered having strong character.
He didn’t bla the others.
Nor did he harbor any resentnt.
Because he was the sa.
Luodeni’s face showed a smile again.
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