Chapter 87 The Dinner Party Begins

111 Durham Street, fifth floor.

Aunt Lim stood in front of the relatives and spoke clearly about the suffering that had happened.

Seeing the hypocritical sadness on the faces of those relatives and the impatience in their eyes, she sighed slightly.

"What is your purpose here, I know."

The old woman said slowly.

The tone became emotionless.

Those relatives were stunned for a moment, and a few who were good at words immediately opened their mouths to explain.

However, the old woman did not give these people a chance to speak.

She waved her hand and said:

"Hans Harbour has unimaginable wealth."

"Gerald is the first heir."

"He's going to get full control of that wealth."

"Jason is the second heir."

"He's going to get some of the stuff I've got for him."

"And you?"

Speaking of this, the old woman paused deliberately.

When all the relatives were looking forward to it, he continued:

"Nothing at all!"

Nothing at all? !

The relatives were stunned.

Then, someone couldn't help but said:

"unfair!"

"It's not fair!"

"yes!"

"Why can't we have Jason when we can?"

One speaks,

The crowd joined in.

If they were not afraid of the majesty of the old woman, these people would definitely surround the old woman and ask for 'fairness'.

The old woman pulled a chair from her side unhurriedly.

When she sat firmly on the chair, she spoke again.

"Because Jason helped Gerald."

"You don't!"

The old woman's words made the relatives speechless for a while.

But they didn't give up.

"Jason is a powerful person, and naturally he can help Lord Gerald."

"But we are different!"

"We haven't encountered anything we can, otherwise, we could have done it!"

"and……"

"This is not what you promised."

"You have said that you will choose one of us to assist Lord Gerald."

The eloquent relative spoke again.

Naturally, such words were once again matched by a group of relatives.

The old woman's eyes fell on the eloquent relative.

"You are Todd."

"From Golsey."

"The son of Hans' distant cousin."

The old woman identified the relative.

"Your eyes are like torches, and your memory is even more admirable."

Immediately, the relative bowed his head and saluted.

And the relatives who had just agreed with each other, at this time, when they looked at each other, hostility appeared in their eyes.

Such hostility is so sudden and sudden.

The thoughts of these relatives are even more "simple": the other party was noticed by Aunt Lim, and their chances were reduced by one point.

You must know that the number of places this old woman promised was only one.

Damn it!

Careless!

Many people regret it.

The old woman looked around.

It looked at the hostility in the eyes of these relatives at the moment, the remorse on their faces, and couldn't help but chuckle.

In laughter, the old woman continued to speak.

"Your apparent occupation is that of a noble's personal advisor."

"The actual occupation is the new noble spy."

"Also executed three successful assassinations."

After speaking, the old woman looked at the person in front of her.

The face of the relative named Told changed, and sweat appeared on his forehead.

"You, you are really joking."

"How could I be a spy for the new nobles?"

"If I were, how could I have come to Hans Harbour."

Todd's words stammered.

"Yes, you are a spy of the new nobles, so why did you come to Hans Harbour?"

The old woman spoke as if rhetorically, and looked at the relatives around her.

The hostile and remorseful relatives were stunned.

They're not that stupid.

One of them directly shouted:

"You new confederate lackey!"

"Bastard, how dare you betray the blood of the family!"

Another round of reconciliation.

Unlike before, when the target changed this time, all the relatives became more and more angry.

I don't know who it was, but the first one stepped forward and punched Told in the face.

boom!

Told, who punched the bridge of his nose, fell to the ground with a star in his eyes.

It's not that Tord doesn't want to dodge, but his whole body has long been bound by invisible power.

If he could dodge, he would have fought back long ago.

With his skill, he punched one of these wine bags and rice bags in front of him.

But he couldn't move.

Only to be slaughtered.

But he did not give up, and still shouted loudly:

"Aunt Lim, I'm not a spy!"

"I'm not... woo woo woo."

Before Told's words were finished, the voice disappeared completely, because one of the relatives blocked his mouth.

Then, there was a flurry of punches and kicks around Told.

Everyone is trying their best.

Because that's the only way to be seen by the old woman.

But soon, everyone found out that it didn't work at all.

because……

Everyone is the same.

Under the same premise, how could it be noticed.

no!

I'll find a way!

I want to make myself stand out!

The thought pops up from the bottom of everyone's mind, and they quickly find a way to make themselves stand out.

A relative picked up the knife in the corner and inserted it directly into Told's body.

puff!

The blade cuts through flesh.

Scarlet.

call! call! call!

Looking at the crimson in front of them, everyone's eyes turned red, and they were gasping for breath, like hyenas taking food.

then?

puff!

puff puff!

More knives slid into Told's body.

At first, Told was still able to whimper.

But after just a few seconds, Told was silent again.

Dense table knives, towering over the corpse.

Makes the plump Told look like a 'roast pig' on a huge plate ready to go into the oven.

only……

The sauce was too bright.

Also too dazzling.

The old woman seemed to be stabbed by such a color, and she couldn't help closing her eyes.

And this is more and more exciting to relatives who want to be prominent.

They stopped looking at dead Told.

The dead do not threaten them.

But the living ones?

Killing intent breeds.

They stared at each other.

They clenched the knife in their hands.

Then……

They rushed towards each other.

Kill you!

I am the only one!

next moment--

Roars and howls echoed throughout the hall of 111 Durham Street.

This sound lasted for ten minutes.

When the sound stopped, the old woman opened her eyes.

She regained her seriousness and indifference again.

Even in the face of the corpses everywhere, nothing changed.

She walked in the scarlet liquid, as if walking in her own back garden.

Straight through the entire hall, she pushed open the door and stepped out.

However, just as she was about to close the door, a scarlet palm suddenly grabbed the door.

"Aunt Lim!"

"it's me!"

"I'm the only one!"

Blood smeared the other's face, and he couldn't see the other's face at all.

However, anyone can feel the joy and madness of the other.

The old woman turned to look at him.

There was no sound, and there was silence for about two seconds, and then he pointed behind the other party.

The opponent turned back subconsciously.

The ecstatic countenance left nothing but horror.

Those killed by him all stood up.

One by one they were walking towards him.

"do not come!"

The other party roared and was about to flee the hall.

But at this time-

boom!

The hall door was closed.

"Open the door!"

"Aunt Lim, open the door!"

"Bastard, you... ah ah ah!"

Screams replaced cursing.

Then, it quickly disappeared.

All that was left was the sound of chewing.

dinner?

It's already ready.

But, it's not to everyone's taste, is it?

The old woman shook her head slightly and walked away.

But the moment she turned around, her body froze.