"I think what you said is very right, but some things are not so easy to do." Arthur took a sip of the paradise given to him by dufo, and immediately realized that it might be a top-level product, because he relaxed inexplicably. Such a paradise costs hundreds of yuan each. Although he can afford to smoke, he can''t give one to others like this.


    Dufo looked like a child of a very, very rich family. He looked frivolous. He raised his chin slightly and bit the paradise with his teeth. His voice squeezed out of the gap between his teeth, "what can''t be done? You said what I told you yesterday? Ha ha!". Listening to him, he was laughing, but Arthur could hear the contempt and contempt in the laughter, This made him think that he had treated those who were not as good as himself, and he was a little ashamed.


    Before Arthur broke out, dufo continued, "if you don''t believe it, it has nothing to do with you anyway."


    Arthur ran into dufo yesterday. Dufo gave him a bottle of wine for free. This behavior deeply stimulated Arthur. How could Arthur be willing to be trampled on his face without making a sound? So he also gave a bottle of wine to every table and room in the audience, which was better than Dover''s wine. Then it seemed like an epic war for dignity and glory. Finally, the Buddha sent two skilled women horns to each table for free to drive out the winner and become the winner of the game.


    Arthur should have been very angry. After all, a stranger stepped on his face and became a "big celebrity" in his most familiar entertainment place. But somehow, he didn''t hate dufo, and even "liked" him - not beyond friendship, but that he finally met a loser who was worse than himself, This made him feel like he met a rare confidant and couldn''t help sitting next to dufo with a wine glass.


    Mr. John has always said that he is the black sheep of his family, that he doesn''t work properly, that he is a waste, and that he is inferior to waste. He can do nothing but spend money. But today he witnessed that he is not the most rubbish, because there is someone more rubbish than him. This kind of taste is definitely not wrong. It is also a waste, a waste and a black sheep.


    The two people have the same stink, say luxury life enjoyment, say how to waste money, say women, and finally they become good friends. When he was half drunk, Arthur asked dufo why he came to the imperial capital. Dufo told him that he was doing something for his father, contacting some people and relaxing something. In short, in Arthur''s view, this garbage is really more garbage than himself. What he can say and what he can''t say have been said. What surprised him even more was that "Joe" and his family planned to contact more capital forces to chew a piece of meat from the George family.


    That''s why Arthur was really worried about what happened during the day, and he also had a sense of urgency that he had mastered the secret.


    At this time, Arthur was paralyzed on the sofa, smiled foolishly, and vomited a mouthful of smoke. "I wanted to tell you something, but I didn''t expect you to bring this thing, and the atmosphere was destroyed by you." his speed was not fast, a little vague, and then he laughed.


    There was a ray of Qingming in dufo''s eyes. The paradise in his hand was processed. Only the first two were real paradise hyphae, and the back were tobacco leaves. In this case, even if the paper burned, Arthur wouldn''t notice.


    "Come on, make me happy." from the way he spoke and his expression, dufo seemed to suffer as much as Arthur, and even his reaction became full.


    Paradise can make people happy, make people ignore some things and slow down their thinking, but it won''t make people lose their thinking and instinct. Arthur soon told dufo his troubles according to his lines and scripts.


    The father was ill in bed and unconscious. All the brothers and sisters in the family focused on fighting, which led to a very serious decline in the performance of the family industry. If this problem can not be solved, it is likely that the family industry will close down.


    He made himself the only honest man in the family, but even so, he might live on the streets.


    After hearing this, dufo asked him, "do you love your father?"


    "Love?", Arthur''s eyes were briefly confused, and then nodded definitely, "I love him more than everything in the world!". He still knew what he could and could not say. Although in the eyes of others, he is a black sheep, a waste, and a garbage who only knows to eat, drink and play, he performs fairly well. At least he often goes to the manor to "see" Mr. John.


    Moreover, in front of this more garbage than himself, he can''t show that he still has scum, so he loves his father very much.


    Dufo raised his hand on his shoulder, put it in his ear and whispered, "that''s good. I love my father too. Since you love your father, can you understand his anger and pain? You should help him get rid of all this, whether it''s anger or pain."


    The rest of the time Buddha was playing happily, but Arthur sat in the corner with a frown, and the paradise was pinched by him and thrown on the table. Dufo''s words seemed to be a magic sound from hell, which echoed in his ears all the time.


    At first, he didn''t understand what dufo said and what liberation was, but he finally understood it under his serious thinking. Unknowingly, he took off his coat and felt the sultry heat in the room. He went to the edge of the balcony, opened the French window and came out.


    Huge neon lights flickered on his head, and the sound of fun came from the surrounding windows. On the contrary, he sweated more and his face became serious.


    He realized that maybe it was a very shit idea, but it was a little attractive. As Dover said, if Mr. John knew what was happening to him and his family, he must be angry. At the same time, he could not wake up. He had to go on suffering in the dark to find an end that might never have an exit.


    Let him live in such anger and pain, perhaps the best way to free him.


    He saved part of his family business and had a chance to cheer up in the future, and Mr. John didn''t need any more pain.


    He clenched his fist and wiped the sweat of his hand on his pants. After returning to the room, he didn''t disturb dufo. He went directly out of the private room door, bought a bill and returned to his villa.


    He sat on the sofa in the hall on the first floor without turning on the light. There was darkness around him, which made him feel a sense of fear. From the moment he was born, his life was full of light. He seemed to feel that he could feel what Mr. John felt now. In the face of the endless darkness that surrounds and drowns himself, if someone can take himself out of the world, he will be grateful to each other.


    Arthur silently went to the study he had never used in business, pushed a mechanism, and stepped into the hidden cellar. He opened a suitcase in the humble cellar, which contained a complete set of custom pistols. More bullets, more power, and more... Beautiful.


    He skillfully picked up the accessories and silently assembled them. When he pushed the reaction chamber with Obsidian Crystal into the pistol grip and opened the insurance, he felt the heat from the handle, and silently returned to the villa.


    In the long night of sitting, in the endless darkness, he ushered in the first ray of sunshine.


    It''s time for him to do something.


    After receiving duffer''s feedback, Dooling didn''t care about it anymore. He still needs to sit in Otis city to prevent some people from thinking that they shouldn''t have. As Alice said, this is a city full of criminals, but those criminals put on formal clothes and ties under the deterrent of Turin, and went to work like a successful person with a briefcase. But once these people are sure that Dooling can''t take care of them here, they will definitely tear off all their disguises and change back to the original them.


    The rules haven''t been set yet. They still have a chance.


    Twenty days have passed since the assassination. The hymn consortium has sent several photos to Du Lin. in the photos, the guy who was driven out of the office lay on the ground with skin and flesh. He didn''t know his life and death. He took photos from multiple angles. In the letter along with the photos, the owner of the Kape family expressed deep apology to Du Lin. In his letter, he told Dulin that the person who broke their relationship had been punished. He hoped that Dulin could put it down and talk about the casino again.


    The Kape family and the chant consortium seem to be determined to win the casino. Originally, Turin still doesn''t understand that such a powerful consortium doesn''t need the casino to build bricks for them. Why do they like the casino so much.


    Later, Mr. Jack solved his doubts. The chant consortium needed the casino to launder money, so they had to have a complete license plate to wash their money and put it in their pockets. At present, these noble consortia in the Empire have a lot of money that is not clean. As for why it is not clean and how it is not clean, Mr. Jack did not say. Perhaps this is the industry ethics he has always emphasized.


    With Mr. Jack''s reminder, Turin understood the reason why the owner of the Kape family wrote in person to want a casino.


    But this is impossible. Even Poker has only 5% cross shareholding. Why can they get a whole casino?


    He tore up the letter and threw it into the dustbin. Then he put the photos away. These are "criminal evidence". Whether that guy is really dead or not, he must "die".


    As for how to deal with the differences with the caper family next, it still depends on how the other party makes moves.