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Chapter 1209: Chapter 1209: Left Minister
Crack!
When Dominic Pendleton’s head slammed into it, a crisp sound rang out.
The hotel’s tempered glass shattered instantly!
It was proven.
Human skulls are quite hard.
At least after briefly losing consciousness, Dominic heard the whooshing of the wind by his ear.
He forcefully opened his eyes!
Pitch black!
He couldn’t see anything!
But he could feel a sticky liquid slowly trickling down his face.
Bleeding!
How could his head not bleed after smashing through glass?
But Dominic felt somewhat relieved that he was at least still alive.
His vision began to clear bit by bit.
But something felt off to Dominic.
Why was he seeing ants...
He shuddered, and his vision cleared immediately.
This was...
The view from the nineteenth floor!
Dominic Pendleton was hanging in mid-air, held only by one foot that Julius Reed was gripping.
"I’m letting go now."
Julius’s lips curved slightly upward, and his hand suddenly let go!
"No! No, no, no!"
Dominic screamed.
But after falling just a few centimeters, he felt a strong grasp on his ankle.
"Whew!"
Dominic’s heart pounded wildly, and a nauseating dizziness washed over him instantaneously.
"Have you flown enough? My patience is running thin."
Julius spoke softly.
"I’ll talk! I’ll talk! I’ll cooperate with you in any way!"
In the face of death, particularly when confronted with it, no one can be without fear.
Dominic’s mind was filled with the image of himself falling and splattering into a mess of gore.
It was terrifying!
Before he could catch his breath, Julius exerted force in his hand and pulled Dominic back up.
Thump!
Dominic Pendleton, having narrowly escaped death, curled up in a corner of the suite, his heart racing!
"If you have regrets, I’ll throw you straight down, and there won’t be a second chance."
Julius dragged a chair over, sat in front of Dominic, and said coldly, "Tell me everything you know about The Donovan Family."
His voice was very soft, but it echoed in Dominic’s ears like thunder!
No doubt about it!
"I..."
Dominic trembled as he reached into the drawer and pulled out a pack of tissues.
"May I know who you are?"
He pulled out a sheet and gently placed it on his forehead.
"Hiss..."
The moment it touched his skin, Dominic winced, clenching his fists tightly, his teeth grinding noisily.
It hurt so much!
His entire forehead was swollen.
The blood had started to dry, and when the tissue touched the bloodstains, some of the paper stuck and came off.
"An enemy of The Donovan Family." Julius leaned slightly forward, scrutinizing Dominic: "Given the chance, I could annihilate them."
"You... you’re not joking?"
Upon hearing this, Dominic trembled, finding it hard to believe: "In Star City, if you oppose The Donovan Family, you might die without even knowing how. I advise you not to entertain such thoughts."
He was uncertain whether the youth before him was sent by Mr. King to test him.
If that were indeed the case, a single wrong word could cost him everything.
If it weren’t for that, there really might have been a second tossing down.
"You don’t need to worry about these things," Julius Reed glanced at the plain wristwatch on his hand and chuckled lightly, "You have five more minutes. In five minutes, if I don’t get the answer I want, you can fly out like a bird."
"I’ll talk!"
After a brief hesitation, Dominic Pendleton steeled his heart.
Death be it!
"The Royal Court... Actually, I don’t really understand the Royal Court; I was just entrusted by Mr. King and the boss to help them transfer funds."
Dominic Pendleton took a deep breath, his body couldn’t help trembling.
Betraying the Royal Court meant death.
But not telling the truth also meant death!
"I only know that the Royal Court was once incredibly glorious. But for some reason, they were forced to come to Star City, and Mr. King is an important person in the Royal Court, responsible for managing the finances. And I, I am the tool he uses for money laundering."
"For three years, I didn’t ask about other matters. Each year, I was responsible for quietly transferring the recorded funds to Mr. King’s account in an inconspicuous manner. A year ago, the Donovan Family formally joined the Royal Court. Mr. King said that the Royal Court might leave Star City soon, returning to their original place."
Dominic Pendleton gasped for air, enduring the dizziness and faintness, "What I know, that’s really it. To put it simply, I am just somebody outside who’s responsible for handling the money."
"Can you get in touch with this so-called Mr. King?"
Julius Reed stood up and looked out the window.
"Yes!" Dominic Pendleton hesitated briefly and then nodded, "Although I am not a core member of the Royal Court, I often have meals with Mr. King."
"Arrange a meeting." Julius Reed turned around and looked at Dominic Pendleton, "Believe me, after the Royal Court takes your money, the next step is to kill you. Tonight, you set the trap, and I’ll help you take him out."
Having said that, he walked to the table, picked up a pen and paper, and left a mobile number.
"If you can’t arrange a meeting with Mr. King tonight," Julius Reed pointed at Dominic Pendleton, curled up in the corner of the wall, and said with a faint smile, "Then you are going to die."
"Understood... understood!"
Dominic Pendleton steeled his heart again and nodded with gritted teeth.
Killing the donkey after grinding the grain!
The Royal Court could definitely do it!
"See you tonight." Julius Reed leapt out and disappeared on the nineteenth floor.
Dominic Pendleton rubbed his eyes, enduring the severe pain as he stood up and looked out the window.
There was nothing!
Thump!
He collapsed to the ground.
His eyes stared at the ceiling.
...
"Branley, you have made a great contribution to this matter! I must report to His Majesty and try to get you to stay in the inner circle of The North Sea!"
Star City.
Inside a brilliantly lit underground room.
An elder, looking at the reagent in the test tube in his hand, couldn’t help but exclaim, "This is money! With money, we can restore our nation, we can overturn the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, we can move into Demarco Mount!"
His eyes were filled with yearning.
"Thank you, Left Minister."
Branley Sinclair hurriedly stood up and knelt on the ground to bow.
The elder before him was an important figure of the Royal Court!
The Left Minister!
Within the entire Royal Court, apart from the King, the Left Minister and the Right Minister wielded the greatest power.
The Left Minister controlled the civilian officials, the Right Minister controlled the military officials.
And Bright King, the son of the Left Minister, controlled the Royal Court’s financial power!
Each year, the substantial funds that flowed into the Royal Court from the Donovan Family were managed by the Left Minister’s son, Bright King.
Father and son, one holding the money bag and the other as the head of the civilian officials.
They had great influence!
"Get up."
The Left Minister waved his hand slightly and couldn’t help sighing, "When we left The North Sea and arrived at Star City, I was middle-aged. Now, I am already white-haired. I hope this time, the Royal Court can truly be restored."
"It certainly can!"
Branley Sinclair said equally excitedly.
"Mm."
The Left Minister nodded his head and kept looking at the reagent in his hand.
"I heard that this reagent was originally the masterpiece of Ian Cook. Once it is fully developed, take the opportunity to kill the person who gave you this."
"Yes!"
Branley Sinclair hesitated slightly, then spoke, "Left Minister, Nelson has returned. And he brought back a wild man, who beat me up in public. I’m worried about Dawson Carmichael... if there might be any problems..."
"Hmm?"
The Left Minister put away the reagent and frowned, "Beat you up?"
