The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis Chapter 73: The Old Man Diabolo!

The old man Diabolo has a very interesting hobby. Hobby? One could call it a death ga. Everyone worried about how cruel and ruthless Marcello was, but they forgot that he was a devil born from a devil.

A normal ga of archery was turned into sothing else in the Diabolo house.

Eduardo entered the fake garden and saw the familiar scene. He had been here before while he was Carlo. He wished he had forgotten all about it, but the mory of that day refreshed in his mory like it had occurred yesterday.

It happened on a Saturday. He got a ssage from his secretary that he had an appointnt with Marcello’s father. They were business partners, so he thought he could go without having any other negative thoughts.

News about how much Marcello cared about Carlo had spread. The fact that Marcello even threatened to end the life of whoever tried to interact with Carlo reached the old man’s ear, so he decided to make a move by inviting Carlo.

Carlo was led to the fake garden by Philip.

"You may enter", he spoke with a slight bow.

"Uh... Thank you" Carlo responded with a smile, and that smile disappeared imdiately after he entered the fake garden. The sll of cigarettes, alcohol and blood penetrated his nose. The fake grass had been stained red, and naked bodies were lying around.

If Marcello’s torture prison was in the basent, then this fake garden was the old man’s torture prison.

He saw Carlo and held his silver compound bow on his shoulder.

"Carlo Morano! You’re finally here. It’s you, right? The one who stole my son’s heart" he grinned.

"I... I don’t know what you’re talking about, sir" Carlo stuttered.

"Hmm. Of course, you don’t. We have a lot of ti anyway. Let’s enjoy this conversation" The old man said and walked Carlo to a chair. Carlo took a quick glance at the dead bodies and looked at the old man who was smiling at him.

He didn’t want to end up like one of those n lying on the floor, so he sat on the wooden chair.

"Do you drink?" He asked.

Carlo wanted to say no, but the man already grabbed two glasses and a bottle of whiskey.

"Y.. yes, sir", he stuttered. His heart was racing in his chest, and his whole body was trembling in fear. He wanted to leave there with his whole body intact.

"Here you go" the man handed Carlo an empty glass. Carlo accepted it with both hands. He was scared that it could slip off his hand if he used just a hand. He was still shaking in fear. He couldn’t even raise his head to look into the man’s eyes.

He heard a clanging sound as he dropped so ice into the glass cup. Then, he opened the bottle.

"Do you know why I called you here?" He suddenly asked. Carlo shook his head vigorously. Sweat buds were already forming at the corner of his head.

"I see" he replied and poured the alcohol into the cup. The glass cup filled to the rim and started pouring on the floor. Carlo knew he was doing it on purpose. The alcohol was all over his hand.

"Are you really sure you have no idea why I called you here?" He asked again.

"N... no" Carlo’s voice ca out like a whisper. The old man stopped pouring the drink and tossed the bottle. It landed on one of the corpse’s heads, but he didn’t care.

"Seems like you’re really innocent. That brat hasn’t penetrated you yet. He’s just... Obsessed"

"I don’t know what you’re saying, sir"

"Of course you don’t. I just want to tell you to stay away from my son"

"Marcello?" Carlo raised his head, wearing a confused look on his face.

"Do I have another son? Of course, I an Marcello you dimwit!"

"But..." He was about to speak when the old man cut him off.

"Send in the last set!" He yelled.

The white wall moved and a hidden door opened. It was a separate door, very distanced from where Carlo and the old man were standing. Philip and a few guards walked in with five naked n. They were all blindfolded and their mouths were stuffed with different fruits.

Carlo shrieked when he saw them. He watched as they were tied to the target stands. They couldn’t talk, but they were trembling in fear. All of them.

The old man left Carlo’s side and walked towards the middle of the garden. He fixed one arrow in the bow and stretched it towards the n. Carlo’s eyes widened in shock. He finally saw the kind of devilish ga he was playing.

"Sit and watch, Carlo. Am I going to miss the target or not?" He said.

Carlo stood up on his feet. Sitting made him uncomfortable, but when he stood, his legs grew weak, and he fell on the floor.

The old man smirked when he saw the scared look on his face.

Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger and the arrow penetrated into the neck of one of them.

Carlo gasped, covering his mouth with both hands. He stood up and rushed to the far end of the garden to puke into a sink. He started coughing profusely as his face turned red.

The old man suddenly appeared behind him and grabbed Carlo’s head.

"This is going to be the last warning. Stay away from Marcello. I could hand every one of your family there and kill you ’accidentally’ but don’t worry, I won’t kill you like those people. If you obey my warning, I’ll make sure you live your life safely. But if you don’t, you and your family will die in the most brutal way. Probably in the hands of the one person you trust... Marcello" he laughed and pushed his head roughly. Carlo slamd his head on the sink and started bleeding. He was panting hard, and due to a panic, he fainted on the spot.

He tried to obey the old man’s warning and stay away from Marcello, but Marcello couldn’t stay away from Carlo. He was always clingy. Carlo thought that there was no way he would die at the hands of this person that’s obsessed with him, but he was wrong. He t his end.

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Eduardo snapped back to reality and saw that the old man was still stretching his hand out. He smiled and accepted the handshake.

’I won’t let you have your way in this life’

He would have believed it if the old man was the one responsible for his death and his family’s downfall. Viktor must be taking the bla just so Marcello won’t get angry with his father and kill him.

"You’re pretty sturdy. That’s better than so weakling I can’t rember," he laughed. It’s obvious he was talking about Carlo, but Eduardo pretended not to know what he was saying.

He withdrew his hand from the old man’s grip and hid his hand behind him.

"How cute" he grumbled and walked towards Marcello.

"Let’s have our discussion, shall we?" He asked. They walked to the set of chairs that was set around a small table.

They all sat there and were having their discussion. The old man looked angry but Marcello was calm. Nikolai just sat there, pretending to understand what they were talking about. Once he got bored, he would turn his head and wink at Eduardo. Eduardo frowned, diverting his gaze from them.

Philip also stood close to him as if he was keeping an eye on him.

"A slave from Russia... Are you a spy?" He turned to look at Eduardo.

"If I say no, are you going to believe ?" Eduardo asked, not even sparing him a glance.

"You don’t look like one, so I might believe you. Who knows, you’re here because you fell in love with the young master after seeing him on the internet," Philip grunted.

Eduardo raised an eyebrow. It was the first ti he heard Philip speaking this much.

"I’ll advise you to stay away from the young master if you want to live long. I’ve seen one that was just like you, and he didn’t live long," he spoke calmly this ti.

Eduardo rolled his eyes. He knew it was Carlo, the butler was talking about.

"We should end this conversation here. I’m getting goosebumps every ti you flash that evil monocle at "

"I was just being nice," he said.

"Haha! I see. Well, let say this. I’m not here because I’m in love with the young master or... Obsessed. I’m here because he asked to stay. If he asks to leave, I’ll do so without hesitation" he replied. Philip was silent. He rubbed his chin as if he was thinking about sothing important.

Eduardo was finally at ease when he saw they were all standing up. Their little eting was already over.

They were all headed towards Eduardo and Philip. Marcello stood close to Eduardo, trying to read his expression.

"Shall we head back ho?"

"Yes, young master" he lowered his head and they both turned to leave.

"Hold on. Can I have a quick word with you?" The old man said.

Marcello sighed and he turned to stare at his father.

"I’m tired. I don’t want to say anything to you" he replied with a slight frown.

"I wasn’t talking to you. I an.. him! Eduardo" The old man grinned. "Don’t worry, I won’t take much of your ti. It’s just going to be a short conversation" he said.

Eduardo was sure this was going to happen.

’He is going to threaten to stay away from Marcello. He’s so obvious’