books44 Chapter 133 The Ripper's Bloodline (Part 2)
Chapter 133 The Ripper's Bloodline (Part 2)
Before he knew it, the dinner was coming to an end. Heimen Yaoye swirled his wine glass, poured himself a glass of London dry gold, and listened intently as she began to sing the next movement. This was the third hour of his immersive meal replacement diet.
Ah, gin~
When the selection of Gin's candidate was mentioned, Kuromon Haruya felt a pang of sadness:
'I should have left that Karasuma Formation behind. Even if it turned white, it would still be usable for a while, instead of this agonizing wait. After dealing with these rats, I need to get back and suck up some Sharon...'
"So giving someone like you an infinite life is a complete waste!"
A slender figure in magenta holding a folding fan flashed by, and "Siling" sat down opposite, annoyed, and knocked on the railing:
"Six years have passed, and putting aside tiny Japan, you haven't even completely conquered a single city? Kuromon Haruya, you can just wait for your secret to be discovered and then spend the rest of your life on the experimental dissection table!"
The "Siling" before them was neither a real person nor a soul; it was merely a hallucination-like phenomenon caused by mental processes. These phantoms rarely appeared, only resurfacing in scenes that closely resembled those of that night six years ago.
However, after many attempts, Kuromon Haruya has now mastered the techniques to deal with them.
He put down his glass, took off his left glove, and gave Si Ling a straight middle finger, smiling brightly: "Anyway, I won. Come and bite me if you dare, you bastard."
Siling immediately flew into a rage: "You shameless scoundrel, I'll curse you for the rest of my life!"
"Oh? Then I must admire your courage."
Raising an eyebrow, Kuromon Haruya rummaged through her mind for recent greetings from various countries, especially her homeland, and said without flinching: What a joke, are you challenging the cultural heritage of an ancient civilization?
After a brief look, Fantasy paused for a moment, muttering words like "rebound" and "super rebound," before disappearing.
Kuromon Haruya calmly picked up his glass, smiled, and continued listening to the music.
……
During the banquet, after bidding farewell to yet another departing ally, Martin Sindora glanced at the best single seat with the best view in the center of the second floor.
When he saw that the dark shadow still sitting there, not leaving early as usual, and not even moving an inch, Martin Sindora knew:
A joint venture to break into Hollywood? That's a sure thing!
"I never expected Lucius to have this kind of taste! No wonder he didn't like any of the beauties they brought before. Tsk tsk, even heroes can't resist the charms of a beautiful woman. Look at how infatuated he is..."
"Father, what are you saying?"
Martin looked down. His only son, Thomas Sindora, was holding a gold watch in a daze, pointing to the right rear—a portly man grinning, three of his eight teeth gleaming gold!
“The gentleman there wants to see you; this is the gift he gave me. He said he wants Julia, at any cost.”
A nouveau riche from Spain, whose Christian name was Fidel, amassed a great fortune through speculation, but was otherwise of no use whatsoever.
Martin Sindora was quite certain he wouldn't risk antagonizing Lucius for someone like that—it would be beneath him—but…
Hehe, if Fidel insists on talking to Lucius and drives up the price, then I can't stop him!
“Son, tell him that Julia has already been reserved by that gentleman upstairs. I don’t want to cause trouble for myself.”
Thomas nodded, put away his gold watch, and ran toward Fidel. Soon after, the fool excitedly ran upstairs to the second floor.
Watching his departing figure, Martin shook his head and chuckled, stroking his son's thinning hair: "Thomas, do you know what I'm laughing at?"
"Is it because he's rich and stupid, or because of his comical, stumbling appearance?"
"Haha, those count too, but you got it wrong." Martin twisted a strand of hair into a ponytail. "That's because he didn't even consider why none of the guests tonight went up to the second floor?"
As soon as Martin finished speaking, he heard three loud shouts coming from upstairs.
The first voice: "Lucius, you think you can play Zorro's clown just by wearing a mask! I'm here for Ms. Julia!"
Second voice: "I advise you not to be ungrateful. Your plans in Hollywood have been exposed. It's not too late to admit defeat before we make a move!"
Third voice: "A check for three million US dollars!! Well, that's fine, just live in another country from now on and don't be so arrogant in the UK or the US!"
After the three shouts, before the father and son had even tasted any benefit, they saw the chubby Fidel humming a little tune, furtively covering the inside pocket of his suit jacket, and hopping downstairs.
Thomas innocently looked up and asked Martin:
"Father, is it because he can use checks to kick people out? Why don't you let me try it too?"
"Silly boy, how could that be!" Martin slapped him on the forehead.
If someone could just hand out a check for three million so casually, he'd be scrambling for that job, let alone a kid like you!
But given Lucius's seemingly generous but actually stingy nature... could that check be a hand-drawn high-quality forgery?
Just as he was filled with doubt, Thomas Sindora, who was standing nearby, faintly heard a barely audible call coming from above:
"Ms. Julia, would you please step forward so I can admire your beauty more closely?"
Ms. Julia clearly hadn't heard clearly, but because her boss was calling her, she had no choice but to step forward and ask, "Excuse me?"
Click! The banquet hall suddenly went dark, as if the power had tripped.
Before anyone could react, a loud crash of glass colliding with a metal frame shook the entire space!
Julia felt something the size of a baseball hit her waist, and when she came to her senses, she was already struggling on the floor several meters away.
Zideng.
The power was switched back on, and as the room returned to calm, the guests realized what a tragedy had occurred.
Mr. Fidel, who was originally spherical, has now become disc-shaped. Undoubtedly, the crystal chandelier that shattered into pieces when it hit him is the culprit.
"Tsk tsk, what a misfortune."
For some reason, Kurokawa Haruya, who was sitting upright on the upper floor, was standing beside the father and son, calmly holding a wine glass, and sighing at Fidel's miserable state:
"The chandelier suddenly collapsed without warning—what a devastating blow! Human life is so fragile; when fate strikes, there's no way to leave a trace of resistance, not even the huge check you just received can be lost..."
"You're right, aren't you, Sindora?"
Suddenly called upon, Sindora's face turned ashen: "Yes, you're right."
Although Lucius is shrouded in many mysteries, this is the first time Sindora has faced such a closely connected series of events.
Something in Fidel's words must have offended him; if he doesn't do something, they might turn from friends to enemies!
"This was a complete accident caused by a chandelier installation oversight, that's what I'll tell Scotland Yard. Fidel's death is entirely the responsibility of the renovation company, and as the hotel owner, I will personally hold them accountable. This has absolutely nothing to do with you!"
"Relax, I can't bring myself to threaten someone cute."
This time, it was Kuromon Haruya who took the lead, seemingly already familiar with the hotel's layout, and proactively cleared the way for him:
“I don’t mind the visit from these little tails in London, but... it wouldn’t be good if this tarnished Julia’s reputation.”
As he spoke, Kuromon Haruya looked at Thomas, whose cheeks were rosy, and sighed meaningfully, "But you've raised a very talented son. He has a good capacity for endurance."
Even though it was the first time they had witnessed death, there was no trace of wariness, disgust, or respect for life in their eyes; instead, there was only longing.
I'm afraid London will have another excellent serial killer in a few years. Hopefully, Thomas will give the organization a discount on their commission then, out of consideration for our old friendship.