Chapter 1639 - 81: Wild Night Second Movement (Part 2)

Chapter 1639: Chapter 81: Wild Night Second Movement (Part 2)

At this moment, everyone present felt a sense of shame. The Leray Federation, the nation that stood alone against the Western Alliance’s multiple Empire assaults for four years, sacrificing over thirty million youths for dignity and freedom, a country worthy of everyone’s respect!

However, their Admiral did not fall on the battlefield but became a casualty in the internal struggles of the Feiyang Republic.

"Don’t you want to see the Rampage Mecha?"

Fatty’s words caused Friedrich’s attendant’s face to change drastically. He instinctively wanted to reach for the phone but was struck on the face by a bodyguard from the Hastings family beside him.

Fatty turned around with a trace of ferocity on his face: "Follow me, stand at the door, don’t expose yourself. Let’s see what kind of price they should pay!"

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The world’s attention was focused on the entrance of the Devil’s Paradise Nightclub.

On the satellite monitor image, Friedrich, holding a black cane, well-dressed, with his hair meticulously combed, stood quietly on the circular clearing. His demeanor was peaceful and composed.

Four Mechas and Flying Cars were parked on the highway from afar. The chilling Flaischer leaned slightly against a Flying Car, smoking indifferently. The firelight of the cigarette flickered in the night.

Surrounding sniper points were locked onto by satellite imagery. Looking at those icy sniper rifles at each point, everyone’s hearts felt like they had been tightly squeezed, harshly contracting.

The road leading to Devil’s Paradise had been blocked by armed personnel from various families.

Neither the Capital Garrison nor the National Security Bureau’s special forces were near the conflict’s central area, let alone the police, who were responsible for the outermost blockade and were completely unaware of what was happening inside.

The attendant had been inside for several minutes.

Would that Fatty come out?

What means would the Hastings family use to resolve this crisis? What was Friedrich planning to do?

"No!" In the dimly lit room, Old Miller slammed the table fiercely, his hawk-like eyes radiating a gloomy, vicious light. If the public saw Old Miller at this moment, they would never believe this was the familiar, always gentle and righteous Feiyang General.

"He killed my grandson. The Miller family and he are sworn enemies. What’s the point of offering him surrender? Just kill him, kill Margaret, won’t the bandit army be at our mercy?"

"The bandit army will fight us desperately." Barbara gently tapped the table with her fingers and said lightly: "The strength of the bandit army, ordinary people might not understand, but Uncle Miller, are you unaware?"

Old Miller’s lips turned pale, his already relaxed eyelids twitching violently.

"My brother has already agreed." Barbara smiled slightly, "Even though he also dislikes that Fatty from Leray. However, in the face of a larger situation, he has always been calm. We can choose between the bandit army and the Hastings family as an opponent. Making them turn against each other is the best choice."

She raised her right index finger, shook it gently, and looked around at everyone in the room: "We can’t simultaneously fight both of them. You know that if Margaret dies, merely the Hastings’ counterattack, we would have to go all out to resist. If a temptation can solve all this, why not?"

Except for the Miller family members, other family members in the room seemed to be swayed by Barbara.

After all, the one who died was just a Miller. And that wastrel of the Miller family, his disposition really doesn’t fit to become a family successor.

"Uncle Miller, you should consider the bigger picture. I suppose you won’t want to go against me, right?" Barbara’s face still wore that enchanting smile that captivated all, but her cold gaze made everyone, including Old Miller, feel a chill in their hearts.

On the screen, the door of Devil’s Paradise opened.

Barbara looked at the screen, her indulgent gaze sweeping over Flaischer, who was leaning against the car smoking, and said lightly: "Besides, when everything is settled, whatever you want to do to him, I’ll choose to turn a blind eye..."

She added with a cold smile: "Honestly, I’m also disgusted by a Fatty full of flab!"

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The door opened, but no one came out.

On the screen, Friedrich looked at the door and smiled slightly, adjusted his posture, while Flaischer in the distance frowned and discarded his cigarette butt.

And Bu’er, Heinrich and others who had just received the news that they were now free, initially looking at the gate with vengeful desire in their eyes, suddenly had a change in their expressions, becoming stiff when the door opened.

"What’s happening?" Each family was inquiring through their personnel arranged on-site.

"That Fatty is standing at the door, holding a gun." A subordinate reported.

"Snipers can’t target."

"Can’t see him."

Amidst the chaos, the loudspeaker broadcast Fatty’s voice: "You looking for me?"

"Yes," Friedrich expressed gentlemanly, with a slight bow, smiling as if ignoring the gun in Fatty’s hand, "General Tian, I bring you an offer."

"An offer?" Fatty seemed completely unaware of being targeted by snipers and took two steps forward: "What offer?"

"Positions four, six, and nine can’t aim; his movements are too fast. The angle is lost, obstructed by the pillar."