Chapter 936: Chapter 936 Bad News Chapter 936: Chapter 936 Bad News Delilah Leocadia looked at the smirking Horton Moore in front of him.
He blinked woodenly, his throat moving slightly.
He tried to speak, but couldn’t.
At this mont, he felt that even breathing was difficult.
The mighty Family Head of the Leocadia Family, in his own mansion in the capital!
Being threatened by Horton Moore, whom the Leocadia Family looked down upon.
Or rather, Horton Moore did not even bother to threaten.
He simply had his n show off their skills and effortlessly take down the guards that Delilah Leocadia was proud of.
“I’ll need to stay here for a few days during my trip to the capital,” said Horton Moore.
Horton Moore, with his hands clasped behind his back, surveyed the spacious living room.
Whoosh!
He kicked a corpse on the ground with his foot.
“Not bad!
Just the living room alone is over three hundred square ters, about the size of the bathroom in my mansion in Abernathy Province.”
Horton Moore nodded in satisfaction, then walked to the window to admire the view outside.
This villa was the only one on the mountaintop and was deliberately reserved for himself by Delilah Leocadia when he developed the area.
In the morning, clouds and mist twined around it, like the Immortal Realm.
Standing on the top observation deck of the villa, one could overlook the entire mountain’s scenery.
Luxurious, opulent.
The air was fresh, the environnt pleasant.
“Father-in-law, you go first.
Oh, and rember to take the body with you.
I’m a coward, I can’t stand the sight of dead people,” Horton Moore said, patting Delilah Leocadia on the shoulder as he walked past, not even looking back.
“When you’re dead, this place could be turned into a cetery.
That way, when the Leocadia descendants have squandered the family fortune, they can co to dig up your grave,” Horton Moore remarked without turning his head.
“You!”
Delilah Leocadia took a deep breath as a sharp pain pierced his chest.
He wanted to explode in anger, but then he saw the three n in front of him, and the corpses on the ground.
He had no choice but to let it go.
Suddenly, the ringtone of his phone went off.
“Fall Smith, what’s the matter?” he answered.
The call was from Fall Smith, a steward of the Leocadia family.
“Young Master Jasmine…
has been murdered…” Fall Smith’s trembling voice ca through the phone.
Click!
Delilah Leocadia’s hand shook, and the phone slid to the ground.
“Master?
Are you there?
The young master was killed on the way to find you, less than thirty kiloters from the villa…
Master?” Fall Smith kept shouting into the phone.
But Delilah Leocadia couldn’t hear a thing.
Everything before his eyes went dark, and he felt utterly drained.
His most beloved grandson, the Leocadia family’s future hope.
“Who…
who did this…” he murmured.
A minute later, Delilah Leocadia crouched down, his face twisted with rage, and shouted, “Who did this!”
“The investigation concluded it was an accident.
The sedan crashed into the mountainside, causing an explosion…” Fall Smith’s voice got softer and softer, eventually almost inaudible.
“Explosion…”
“Explosion!” Delilah Leocadia suddenly picked up the phone and roared into the receiver, “Where is my grandson’s body!
Where is it!”
An explosion!
The car exploded!
Buzz!
Delilah Leocadia was stunned.
“Burnt to ashes…”
Crack!
He furiously smashed the phone to the ground!
His eyes bloodshot!
No remains to bury…
Thump!
Delilah Leocadia clutched at his chest and collapsed to the floor.
“Boss, your father-in-law seems to have died,” said Casimir as he pulled out a chicken leg and relished sucking on the bone.
His face was full of enjoynt.
“Dead?”
Hearing Casimir’s words, Horton Moore quickly stepped out of the bedroom and ca over to look at Delilah Leocadia, squatting to check on him.
“He’s not dead yet, just barely breathing,” Horton Moore noted, raising an eyebrow.
“What happened just now?
My father-in-law was fine, so why did he suddenly collapse?”
I was just checking the villa; could it be the old man can’t handle stress very well?
That doesn’t seem like the Delilah Leocadia who is a notorious fox throughout the capital!
“Seems like he got a phone call.
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His grandson died.”
Click!
Casimir tossed the tasteless chicken bone on the ground and wiped his hands all over himself.
Clean and environntally friendly.
Chicken legs were his favorite.
If he couldn’t have chicken legs during a al, Casimir would feel uncomfortable all over.
“Grandson?
Jasmine Leocadia?”
Horton Moore took out his phone and called Elvin Leocadia.
“Hey, I need to ask you sothing.”
“What’s going on!
Where’s my father?
Fall Smith ca to in a panic just now, saying the old man seed to be in so kind of trouble.”
Elvin Leocadia’s anxious voice ca through the phone.
“Is Jasmine Leocadia dead?”
Horton Moore did not answer her question but asked back.
“Ten minutes ago…
was found dead on the road to the villa.
How’s my dad?
Is he okay?”
Elvin’s tone carried a hint of grief.
“Oh!”
Horton Moore put his hand to his back and slowly pulled out a dark weapon box.
“Your father died of excessive grief.”
Having said that,
he aid the mouth of the dark weapon box at Delilah Leocadia’s chest and switched off the safety.
Whoosh!
The dark weapon box fired.
Splashing his face with blood.
“Later, I’ll send the body over to you.”
Horton Moore stood up, took a handkerchief from his suit’s breast pocket, and wiped the blood off his face.
“Just now…
what was that sound!”
Elvin’s breathing beca more and more rapid.
In the end, she almost cried, “Horton Moore, what have you done!”
“So noisy!”
Click.
Horton Moore, annoyed, threw the phone to the ground.
Whoosh!
A dark weapon box shattered.
“Soone!”
He shouted loudly.
The bodyguards stationed at the door imdiately ran in.
“Boss.”
These n were the elite brought by him from Abernathy Province, there were ten of them.
“Carry the body to the car and make a trip to the Leocadia’s.”
With a wave of Horton Moore’s hand, the bodyguards imdiately lifted Delilah Leocadia’s still-warm body and headed towards the outside of the villa.
“You two, rest here for now.
Casimir and I are going to the Leocadia’s and will be back soon.”
Horton Moore said guiltily, “After all, he was my father-in-law, and now that he has passed away, I, as his son-in-law, must perform my filial duties.”
“Understood.”
Marvin Cook nodded, sitting with Lennon Cook on the sofa, playing with snakes.
“Casimir, let treat you to the Leocadia’s chicken legs.
Their ho might not be much, but they have first-rate cooks!
Just in ti for the old man’s funeral, I’ll let you eat your fill!”
Horton Moore kicked away the bone that Casimir had thrown on the ground, straightened his bloodstained suit, and strode away.
…
Ten o’clock in the morning.
Drake Street.
A father and daughter were picking up trash on the road.
They had no tools, only their hands.
In front of them, a teenager held sunflower seeds, snacking and tossing them to the ground.
Every ti he threw one, the middle-aged man behind squatted down to pick it up.
Then he placed it in his daughter’s palm.
Since yesterday, Fletcher Martin’s hands had blistered from the gathering.
But there was no choice; if he did not collect, Harvey Martin would suffer.
There is a saying of old, disaster falls from the sky unexpectedly.
Fletcher never dread that within a single day, his entertainnt city would be smashed.
Forced to pick up trash on the street, father and daughter were ridiculed by a crowd of wealthy young n.
With any slight dissatisfaction from these n, they would be t with a flurry of punches and kicks.
“Dad, I’m so sorry…”
Harvey Martin’s makeup was already in tears, her face striped like a tabby cat.
“You didn’t do anything wrong.”
Fletcher Martin looked at his daughter and showed a smile.
He wanted to touch Harvey’s face…
But both hands were raw with blood.
“Still in the mood for this father-daughter affection?”
The teenager in front eating sunflower seeds turned around, slowly flipping his palm.
Rustle!
A pile of sunflower seeds scattered across the ground.
Then, he stomped down on them hard with his foot.
Crushing most of the seeds to bits.
“Pick them up!
Not a single husk left behind!”
The teenager put his hands in his pockets, a look of smug satisfaction on his face, “I suggest you use your tongue.
However, I’m short on ti.
If you don’t finish in five minutes, your daughter will inevitably suffer so fleshly pain.”
Laughter echoed around them.
Dozens of young n surrounded them, egging them on.
“Alright!”
Fletcher Martin closed his eyes, took a deep breath,
and slowly bent over.
If Harvey weren’t there, he would rather die with the teenager in front of him!
But now, he had no choice.
Just then, a hand gripped his shoulder and pulled Fletcher Martin to his feet.
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