Chapter 371 [Life Is Hopeless]

Oh, this person is not stupid, he understood what I said, but trash is trash. Today, I came with an impure purpose. I didn't get too entangled with the other party. I dealt with the other party and let the Marquis of Sheffield come forward to testify that the Chris family murdered my parents, and I would win.

After completing the task assigned to me by Baron Adli, the last thing I waited for was to see how rich my income was. Counting money until my hands cramped, this is what I need to do most, instead of entangled with this idiot.

Seeing that the other party actually understood what he said, Belsinger took the briefcase handed over by Brook and opened it. He took out the first folder, which was red, and then handed it to the dazed Marquis of Sheffield to let him take a look. After reading it, he understood everything.

After the Marquis of Sheffield took the folder and opened it, he saw a close-up and clear photo of the car accident scene, which was exactly the same as his memory. The license plate and model are the same. Although it was burned beyond recognition, he knew that it was his father's car and his parents died in a car accident.

But when he turned to the second page, the Marquis of Sheffield's face began to change slowly, from white to red, then to purple, and then to blue. Now his face has turned livid, and when he saw the loosened screws of the brake line, he understood everything.

Belsinger, the Sheffield idiot, was originally crazy when he saw the real death report of his parents. He was ready to deal with emergencies at any time, but he didn't expect that all these preparations were in vain. The other party had a calm face, except for his livid face, and his calm face was scary.

Looking at the strong body of the human mule Brooke who was following him, he knew what the other party could do if he went crazy. He could beat the human mule Brooke. What am I afraid of with him? Would I be afraid of you, the useless Marquis who is lazy and doesn't know the difference between grains?

So the second folder was handed to the Marquis, who took it calmly. After opening it, it was an invitation written by the contemporary Marquis Chris more than 20 years ago. The content of this invitation is very simple, inviting Sheffield's parents, the contemporary old Marquis, to come to the house to attend the aristocratic party.

After turning over the invitation, it was a report issued by MI6 that the Earl Chris family did not hold any aristocratic party at all that day. After seeing this report, the Marquis of Sheffield closed his eyes very calmly, and then he saw that the other party's hands on the armrest of the sofa were clenched into fists with blue veins exposed behind Singer's back.

Then two lines of tears flowed down the Marquis's face. Although he was a waste, a boastful son, and an idiot, he also had human feelings. He also knew the love of his parents, but he didn't expect that the real reason why he lost his parents at a young age was that he was killed by others. Which son could tolerate such a murder. Which son doesn't want to avenge his parents? Although he is a waste, he is also a son of a human being and should seek justice for his parents, otherwise he really can't be called a human being.

The atmosphere at the scene was very depressing and very quiet. Even if a needle fell on the ground, it could be heard clearly. After ten minutes, the tearful Marquis of Sheffield wiped his face and looked at Belsinger expressionlessly. He knew that Belsinger's purpose of coming today was not just this matter.

Belsinger also knew what the Marquis of Sheffield meant? He opened the briefcase and took out another yellow folder. The title marked on the yellow folder was the conspiracy of the Chris family. After opening it, he saw how Rafael, the housekeeper, taught him to be a waste through the Japanese conspiracy, and how he raised his illegitimate daughter to adulthood, and actually gave his daughter to the son of his father's murderer.

All the humiliation of a son and a father is in this report. Not to mention a grown man, even a little woman can see such a report. If you don't go crazy on the spot and take a kitchen knife to seek revenge on the Chris family, you are not a human being, let alone a grown man. No matter how useless the Marquis of Sheffield is, he is still a man, and he also has the blood of a man.

He threw the report into the air with a roar, then stumbled to the kitchen and searched in the kitchen cabinets. He actually found a British military pistol. With red eyes, he wanted to rush out of the door to seek revenge on the so-called butler Raphael and the so-called Baron Chris, and kill them with his own hands.

Now the Marquis of Sheffield understood everything. He understood everything from the two reports and knew that he was caught in an 80-year-long conspiracy. He also knew why he had accomplished nothing and why he had been a laughing stock among the nobles. Although he didn't care, he also knew what kind of virtue he was.

Everything was clear. If he didn't seek revenge on the so-called Baron Chris, he would not be a human being. But Belsinger's purpose was not to let the extremely angry Sheffield kill Baron Chris, but to let the other party sue Baron Chris in court and ruin his reputation.

If you kill him, how can I get the family benefits? I invested 600 million US dollars, how can I get the return? You are a murderer, the Marquis of Sheffield. Even if you give me the entire Sheffield Manor, how much money can it be worth? How can my investment be protected? Without Bell's character's order, Rodbrook knocked down the already abnormal Marquis of Sheffield on the spot, snatched the pistol in his hand, and then slapped him a few times.

It can't be said that this waste was awakened, and the other party knew that now was not the time to fight desperately. Of course, a fight was inevitable. But how could the Marquis of Sheffield, who was hollowed out by alcohol and sex, be the opponent of the strong and powerful Brook. He held him down with one hand, like grabbing a chicken, and pressed him on the sofa, forcing him to calm down.

If he was not cold, he would continue to beat him, and then splash cold water and beat him. After more than an hour of this cycle, the nearly crazy Marquis of Sheffield finally fell silent. Although four or five teeth were knocked out and his face was beaten like a pig's head, he fell silent with his eyes in a dead state.

I know how impulsive, ignorant, and useless I was just now. You can't rush out of London with a gun and find Earl Chris for revenge. Even if you walk 300 meters out of this apartment, you will be pinned down by the police on the spot. He doesn't care whether you are a marquis or not? As long as you threaten the personal safety of citizens with a gun, you are a terrorist.

Okay, calm down now, let's continue talking, and then Belsinger took out a report like a devil. The Marquis of Sheffield, who was forced to sit on the sofa, was like a beast, howling on the spot with red eyes and howling like a wolf, and the veins were exposed. It was too scary.

Belsinger was too cruel, left and right, and more than a dozen reports were all placed in the hands of the Marquis of Sheffield. This time it was completely quiet, and there was no strength to struggle.

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