Empire of Shadows

Chapter 429 Hallelujah [666+10]

Vittorio felt that the culprit behind all of this was Alberto.

If he hadn't interfered, Paolo wouldn't have left Francesco any "direct troops"; in other words, the entire family would have been his "direct troops."

The Mafia is not a church, and even churches don't resolve disagreements through peaceful discussions.

They also use disciplinary measures to silence the weak physically.

Without Alberto, they could have continued to play the roles of good grandfather, good uncle, and good aunt.

They would often bring gifts to see him and would support him as much as possible to go to university and become a scholar or expert, even if it cost a lot of money.

But it was this Alberto who turned everything into this mess!

Vittorio looked at Francesco with some disappointment, "You shouldn't waste your talent for learning. Getting into university was Paolo's dream. If he couldn't achieve it himself, it's the same if you can."

"You shouldn't be here!"

There were only three of them in the room. They were sitting on the sofa. Francesco was silent at this time, and Alberto walked towards the bar next to him with a coffee cup.

"There's something wrong with the spout of the kettle. Be careful not to spill water everywhere!"

Vittorio instructed. He didn't think these people would hurt him, because he was Paolo's cousin and Francesco's grandfather. They would hate him and dislike him, but he never thought they would kill him.

The sound of footsteps stopped far behind him. Vittorio's eyes were still focused on Francesco's face. "Pain, death, have already brought us indelible suffering. Our relatives and friends have died in battle. All of this is enough!"

"I didn't ask you to let go of hatred or forget hatred. We just need to become stronger first before we can pick up hatred again and complete revenge!"

"Look at those young people. Are they really as firm as you think?"

"They are afraid of getting hurt, afraid of dying, and tired of their exhausted bodies and tense nerves. Let everything slow down, let people rest, and let us replenish some manpower."

"Sometimes, choosing to let go temporarily is a smart decision!"

"You're still young. You don't understand family affairs at all. If you indulge your temperament and your foolish trust in Alberto, you will only make the family's situation worse…"

Vittorio was originally in high spirits. Old people have this hobby: they like to pass on their so-called experience to young people and gain respect, pleasure, and enjoyment from it.

But they also need a qualified student to gain these things. First of all, this student must be focused and not doing other things, otherwise it will be difficult for them to continue.

How to determine whether this student is focused? In fact, you can tell by looking at his state.

When he looks at you, he must be focused.

If he looks elsewhere or does other things, then he must not be focused.

What is Francesco looking at now?

He was staring intently at something slightly above and behind Vittorio, which made Vittorio feel a little doubtful. He tested slightly, but his eyes remained on Francesco's face.

Until he had turned his body to sit slightly sideways, then turned his head to look behind him.

Alberto smashed him on the head with a hammer, and his whole body slumped down on the sofa.

He seemed to want to struggle. As he was about to fall to the ground, he tried to get up. Alberto pressed his head down and smashed it down again with a hammer!

Blood splattered out, splashing on Francesco's face. He sat there calmly, watching Alberto smash Vittorio's head open with a hammer, one hammer after another, without changing his expression!

Only after confirming that Vittorio was completely dead did he wipe the hammer with the clothes on Vittorio's body and put it back in his pocket.

Alberto picked up the towel on the coffee table to wipe the blood from his face and hands, and also looked down at the symptoms that had been splattered with some blood stains, cursed, and then looked at Francesco.

"Scared?" he asked.

Francesco shook his head. He took the towel and wiped the blood stains on his face, "No, I just think… he's not as strong as I thought."

"You know, he has always put a lot of pressure on me, and I have always felt that it is difficult for me to defeat him."

"After all, he is my grandfather and the father of many people in the family, but…"

He looked at Alberto, "A fifteen-cent hammer took him away and took him to God. I'm actually afraid of a guy that fifteen cents can solve!"

"I feel pathetic, terrible, and ridiculous for my past weakness!"

Alberto nodded, "As expected of someone who is good at studying. What you said makes me feel that you have a deep understanding. So, Zaccaro is handed over to you?"

Francesco was in a daze for a while, "I may not be able to control him."

Alberto said with a smile, "When you smashed the first hammer, he never had a chance to resist again."

"Like this?"

"Like this!"

Alberto walked to the window and made a pre-arranged gesture to the outside.

Fordis, who was smoking with Vittorio's entourage, suddenly pointed to the side and asked, "What is that?"

Vittorio's entourage looked in the direction he was pointing, but there was nothing.

While he was still observing whether there was anything he hadn't noticed, a strong arm suddenly strangled his neck. He almost instinctively wanted to touch the gun, but in the next second, his neck was broken.

He did not die immediately, but lay on the ground, his body twitching slightly. Perhaps his body also realized that something was wrong and could not receive the messages sent back from the center, and was constantly sending messages through twitching.

He stared at Fordis. Now he understood that Vittorio might have also suffered a disaster.

Not only him, Vittorio's bodyguards were quickly killed. They came prepared.

"Next, it's Zaccaro's turn."

Like Vittorio, Zaccaro didn't believe that Francesco would kill him, so he asked the butler to invite him in.

Almost the same process, but what's different is that Zaccaro is more direct and more naked.

"Cisco, you see, there are actually many, many people in the family who oppose you. You really don't have the ability to continue ruling the family."

"You don't have any prestige, you can't convince people of your ability, everyone doubts whether you can take us further and whether you can do what Paolo did."

"This is not a test question in school. You have learned them, and there must be a standard answer."

"Even if you make a mistake, it's just changing from A to B."

"If you choose these things wrong, people will die, many people will die, and some of them are your relatives."

"This is not the place for you. I am more suitable to inherit the family. We have a very close blood relationship. Paolo and I are also brothers."

"I know better than you how to handle family affairs, and I am more experienced than you in every aspect!"

"Actually, I have been patient. I don't want to make everything look ugly. You should be able to understand and be considerate of me."

"If you continue to covet this position, it will only cause internal problems for us, so I think you should let me be responsible for all family affairs, and you will go to your school."

"Only in this way can we revitalize the Pasreto family again, instead of watching him fall into darkness!"

In fact, what he and Vittorio said was not wrong!

Francesco has been going to school and has excellent grades. Although Paolo didn't say not to let him inherit the family, he has not been exposed to family affairs so far!

Paolo had high hopes for him and hoped that he could get into university and become a college student.

At the same time, this is also a manifestation of his ambition. He hopes that a person with higher education can be the head of the family, so that the family business will definitely develop better and go further.

But he didn't consider the possibility that he would have an accident, so strictly speaking, Francesco doesn't have any experience or ability in handling family affairs.

What he has mastered are the knowledge that is taught in schools. He has not learned how to arrange criminal activities, nor has he learned how to deal with those who don't listen, and he doesn't know how to deal with the current complex situation.

They can recognize the legitimacy of Francesco's position as the head of the family, but refuse to accept his management.

Listening to a sixteen-year-old boy at this time is no different from hanging your head on your belt!

Francesco drank the juice in the glass, "I want some more."

Zaccaro said that he was going to get the quilt, "I'll pour it for you."

But Francesco took the initiative to stand up, "No, I'll do it myself. I know where it is."

Zaccaro didn't continue to insist. He turned his attention to Alberto, "If you really want to repay your gratitude, you shouldn't interfere in our family's internal affairs."

"I always feel that your purpose is impure. You are like a clown waiting to steal power, Alberto…"

"What happened here has nothing to do with you, but you insist on joining in…"

"What the hell are you looking at?"

Zaccaro found that Alberto was ignoring him, but was looking at something behind him. What could be behind him?

Just bookshelves, or perhaps some oil paintings?

Seeing Alberto staring intently at something behind him, Zaccaro hesitated, turned, and looked behind himself.

He saw Francesco standing very close to him, too close. He could only see Francesco's waist and chest. Then he raised his head and saw a hammer falling.

"Hallelujah!"

"Thud!"