Chapter 1643 - 82: Solo Dance_2

Chapter 1643: Chapter 82: Solo Dance_2

The family meeting room was silent. Only his voice echoed in the room, tinged with a sense of inferiority and awe for his peers whom he needed to look up to.

"...It was a premeditated murder!"

Everyone was shaken by the instructor’s analysis. They witnessed the showdown firsthand. Amid the thrilling, firework-like carnage, they saw Fatty running and leaping, witnessed his killings, yet never imagined it was all a magical performance.

With enough speed and skill, a magician can deceive anyone’s eyes.

Similarly, a sniper expert like Fatty, once mastering the conditions of the fifteen surrounding sniper points, has myriad ways to pull off this grand drama.

This is a play, meant for the whole world to see.

Yet this realization only sends chills down people’s spines! What kind of madman, what kind of sniper master, could pull off such a performance?!

As everyone whispered and discussed, unable to describe the horror in their hearts, Old Kelly stood up at the head of the meeting table.

He shook his head, refuting the instructor’s conclusion: "This isn’t murder, nor is it a performance!"

The old man looked sternly at Fatty on the screen and said solemnly, "This is revenge and a demonstration! He’s using this method to revenge against those who attacked Bernadotte, and at the same time, let all bystanders, including us, know that we have no choice!"

In the silence, Old Kelly walked to his eldest son sitting on the left, patted his shoulder, and said faintly, "Call David, tell him...he’s fine!"

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People before the satellite monitoring screen were either shocked, silent, or panicked.

Through the screen, the Fatty who lifted his head, as if feeling the camera hundreds of kilometers away, had a fierce and disdainful look, carrying a knife, drenched in blood, looking like a demon god.

Ten out of twenty Rampage Mechs had already met the soldiers of the various family guards coming along the highway.

Like a tiger into a sheepfold!

On the exclusive road straight to Devil’s Paradise, there were explosions everywhere with destroyed mechs and slain soldiers.

No one could withstand these Super Mechs piloted by Super War Gods.

The ordinary mechs had no chance to fight back against them, and the soldiers with only light weapons were just blood and mud under these fierce deities!

The burning mech fire flickered, Fatty reached out and grabbed the unconscious Friedrich from the ground like a bunny into Devil’s Paradise.

As he reached the entrance, the silent nightclub erupted in thunderous cheers and applause.

The young people, with excited gleams in their eyes, gazed at Fatty with reverence and admiration, clearing the path and clapping forcefully.

Those invited by Margaret were either inclined towards the Hastings family side or were neutral family descendants. From both personal and family standpoints, they had no good feeling towards families like Miller.

After Fatty had killed Miller barehanded, causing monumental disaster, they knew tonight would bring a storm sweeping across Feiyang.

They didn’t know what arrangements the Hastings family had, nor what kind of revenge families like Miller would unleash. They only knew, many among them had suffered at Miller’s hands. They only knew that they were here with Margaret and Fatty, laughing and joking.

While knowing Fatty was walking into control by the opposition, carrying a sniper rifle and boldly stepping out of the gates of Devil’s Paradise, everyone admitted they were conquered. If they could, they would wish to follow Fatty out!

From that moment, Fatty was not just a Leray person, but a symbol for all of them!

If their hearts were heavy and fearful before the fight, then as Fatty’s gun arced repeatedly through the night, firing deadly bullets, as those twenty Devil Mechs emerged from the void, instantly killing Thunderbolt, everyone’s blood was boiling!

What could be more exciting and stirring than such a battle?

A vigorous drumbeat rang out, as if pounding on the heart, it was the drummer of the band accompanying the claps and cheers of hundreds of young men and women.

"Swish!" Fatty pushed through the crowd, swinging an entire jug of ice water from the bar over Friedrich’s head.

When the old man, his hair and clothes disheveled, no longer looking the gentleman, opened his eyes, Fatty squatted down, said nothing, and gave a slap across the face.

"Mr. Casano," Fatty’s eyes were filled with blood streaks.

The pain of losing parents for over twenty years, being an orphan from the age of six despised by people and dogs and finding no shoulder to cry on, suddenly surged from the past time into his hollow chest, filling it with an angry, tearing agony.

The faces of his parents had never been so clear at this moment.

He gritted his teeth, speaking slowly and clearly: "Do you remember the massacre twenty years ago?!"

Beside him, Margaret and Ann Lei stared wide-eyed in shock.

And Friedrich, his pupils dilated, after a moment of stupefaction, suddenly pressed the small switch smaller than a grain of rice on the palm side of the ring on his right hand’s fourth finger with his thumb.