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In a hospital in Granola, Christo and Bredam were divided into two wards, with Christo and Bredam in one ward and Bredam's two junior brothers in the other.

Christo was lying on the bed, his two shoulders up to his wrists, all in plaster, slightly open and afraid to move, his thighs were also suspended by bandages, his whole posture was weird and awkward.

Bredam was better off, as only his ribs and chest bones were broken, so he only needed to hold his upper body in place, but he couldn't do it because it would affect the healing of the bones, so his posture was even more uncomfortable.

Moreover, because his sternum and ribs were broken, Bredam did not even dare to breathe hard, he could only breathe in gently and exhale slowly, and when he exerted himself a little, he could not help but bare his teeth and grin in pain, but on the contrary, as soon as he moved a little, it hurt even more, and when it hurt, he wanted to move……

This kind of torture makes the two of them not even dare to scream, but they can't help but feel the pain!

If possible, the two really do not want to stay here for even a second longer, this painful feeling, people who have not experienced it simply can not understand.

The corners of Christo's mouth were crooked, and from time to time he couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air, but the look in his eyes was incomparably resentful: "____, that B_____d Depp, if I don't get him killed, I'll take his surname!"

Bredam, whose eyebrows were also filled with pain, snorted softly, "How are you going to kill him?"

Although it was an angry tone, because of the intense pain, he could only speak in a soft whisper, not daring to be the slightest bit angry again, once he broke the bones that had been hard to put back together, only then would he have something to cry about!

Christo choked for a moment, yes, how to get that boy to death?

In terms of fighting, the five of them combined were no match for that kid, they couldn't even block a single move from him, and in terms of family background, there was no way to compare. Christo believed that if he really used his family's power to deal with the Depom brothers, when the time came, not to mention whether the Silva family's senior would be angry, just within his own family alone, there would definitely be many people who would disagree.

"How about we spend money to hire an a_sa_sin?" Christo asked hesitantly.

"See stupid!" Bredam let out a stifled cry, if he wasn't still wounded, he was afraid that he would have already burst into a rage, "You've only just started a conflict with them, if they were suddenly killed, then anyone would be the first to suspect you."

Christo suddenly winced, it was indeed true, beating them a few times, the Silva family's senior might not say anything, but if he really killed them, then even the most good-tempered person would definitely be moved to thunderous anger, the Luqua family might be destroyed in an instant, and he would definitely die without a burial place.

Power, wealth, they are all meant to be pa_sed on to future generations, but if they are extinguished, then what use are they? A person who is in despair is absolutely terrifying, not to mention, this person is the old man of one of the country's greatest families?

Obviously, this solution would not work.

"That little beast, how can he be so powerful!" Christo was full of resentment and said through gritted teeth, "Senior brother, do you think it's possible that that kid is also a heir from somewhere?"

Bredam was stunned, and after a moment of contemplation, he slowly shook his head and said, "I can't say for sure, his speed is just too fast, and it's impossible to tell exactly what kind of fighting he's using. However, I feel that his fighting seems to be somewhat similar to the style used in the army, so it couldn't be military fighting techniques, could it?"

"That's not possible!" Christo instantly retorted excitedly, what kind of joke is that? It wasn't impossible if one could beat oneself with even military fighting techniques. But that kid had easily defeated even Bredam's 4 men, how could this be something that could be done with military fighting techniques?

"I am just guessing, his fighting is ruthless and swift, his strikes are as fast as lightning, and it is because he is so fast that he gives people the illusion of being slow." Bredam shook his head slightly and said, "If it's not military fighting arts, then he must be a heir from somewhere, there's absolutely no mistake about that. There are absolutely no more of these ancient martial arts that are still known in secular society now, and what that kid is using should be an extremely powerful ancient martial art."

"Then, what do we do then?" Christo asked in a frozen voice.

"What else can we do? We can only wait!" Bredam said with hatred, "Wait for someone from the division, and also wait for the result of the matter from above……"

"Hey!" A hint of anger flashed across Christo's face as he gritted his teeth and said, "After injuring me and my 4 senior brothers, I won't let him off so easily!"

Bredam opened his mouth, but he wanted to say something but stopped. He shook his head slightly in his heart and sighed softly, "Now, I'm afraid it's not a matter of whether you'll let him go or not, but whether he'll let you go!"

Earlier in the first floor lobby of the Luwarm Club, Bredam heard very clearly that that kid did not even see this matter as a fight between gentry, and directly rose to the level of murder, that meaning was already very obvious, using the law to solve the problem.

The kid also has evidence in his hand.

Bredam's eyes rolled and glanced at Christo, who had a furious look on his face, hating in his heart, if he didn't want to use his Luqua family's influence in the secular world to find what the division needed, how could he have cooperated with such a stupid thing?

Now, I only hoped that the division would know about this sooner, put pressure on the top and send someone over.

……

"Bang!"

Gramboya, inside a luxurious villa, a middle-aged woman in her forties, viciously slammed the phone on the table, her face, which was already wrinkled, carried a strong look of anger: "D_mn it, D_mn the little beast! Depom Liam, Depp, good, how nice! Silva family, you owe me another debt, I will Terryle with you to the end!"

On the sofa opposite her, a middle-aged man with a slightly white face and greasy combed hair was smiling and asking, "Wife, what's the matter that you're so angry again?"

"White Valiam, you needn't to be cheeky in front of me, your son has been seriously injured by someone and is now lying in hospital, and it is said that the other party is going to sue him for murder!" The middle-aged woman's face was full of anger, "You're still in the mood for jokes here?"

The middle-aged man named White Valiam suddenly turned pale and asked in a panic, "What's going on? Didn't Christo go to Granola, how come……"

Speaking here, he seemed to have suddenly remembered something and said hesitantly, "The person who beat him up, couldn't it be someone from the…… Silva family?"

"Apart from their family, who else would dare to be so reckless?" The middle-aged woman's eyes were filled with hatred and she gritted her teeth, "Back then, that old B_____d of the Silva family clearly had the ability to save my father, but he chose not to save him, so that my father was killed with hatred, which also led to the decline of our Luqua family. Now, they've even spared my son!"

Looking at the middle-aged woman's agitated and angry expression, White Valiam only shook his head slightly: "Helen Sucilia, this is not the time to talk about this, let's go to Granola as soon as possible and see how our son is doing, right? Granola is not our territory after all, if we don't rush there now, in case something happens then……"

It turned out that the middle-aged woman was no other than Christo's mother, Luqua Sucilia. White Valiam, on the other hand, was the Luqua family's son-in-law and Christo's father.

Luqua Sucilia's face suddenly changed violently when she heard that, she nodded her head in a panic and said, "Yes, yes, I will immediately send someone to book air tickets, we will immediately rush to Granola, I really don't believe it, the Silva family people have the guts to kill me together!"

Seeing his wife's shrewish look, White Valiam couldn't help but frown slightly, but didn't say anything. Nowadays, he had no status in the Luqua family, more often than not, he was even like a servant, if he spoke up now to console, I was afraid that what he would get was a foul scolding, this kind of thing, it was just too much.

Just imagine, even the son took his mother's surname, how high could White Valiam be in the Luqua family?

Moreover, whenever the Silva family was mentioned, Luqua Sucilia's temper would immediately flare up. White Valiam knew that back then, Marl would rather find a random woman than Luqua Sucilia, and this matter was too big a blow to Luqua Sucilia, who was determined to use the power of the Silva family to revitalise the Luqua family, so it was no wonder that she had always harboured a grudge.

But as a man, the thought of his woman hating another man all the time, and because of the male and female aspects of the matter, even though Luqua Sucilia may not really have any feelings for Marl now, just a kind of hatred that she harbors because she didn't use him, White Valiam is still very uncomfortable.

Only White Valiam knew very well that if he wanted to keep his current position, he could never clash with Luqua Sucilia on this matter, so he chose to hold back.

"No matter who beat up my son, I must make him pay for his life before I do!" Luqua Sucilia said through gritted teeth.

……

Also in Gramboya, in a quaint and quiet quadrangle, an old man with white hair all over his head was sitting under a large tree. In the surroundings of the courtyard, there is a loaded armed police standing guard at every distance, showing that the people living in this courtyard are definitely of extraordinary status.

It was October and the weather was already getting cooler. The old man was sitting on a recliner, with a long-sleeved woolen coat already on him; the old man was too old to withstand the cold.

Accompanied by his escort and intensive care staff, the old man is squinting and listening to a middle-aged man beside him whispering something.

This middle-aged man was full of majesty, unruffled, and an air of superiority naturally emanated from him, but in front of the old man, he looked cautious and full of hesitation.

"So, Little Wendell beat up the little monkey from the Luqua family? And beat up those 4 people who went with him as well?" Only after a long time did the old man speak slowly, his voice seemed a little weak, but the middle-aged man could not help but feel anxious.

To be continued....