Various exquisite dishes appeared one after another on the table, giving this nameless, easily irritable, and impulsive official a sense of face in front of his subordinates, which also made him develop a favorable impression of Gadon.

With the help of some alcoholic drinks, he soon felt that Gadon was his best friend, because Gadon understood him and resonated with him on certain matters, to the extent that he suspected he might also be Mr. Simon's son. Otherwise, why would he get along so well with Gadon?

Most members of the Youth Party were uneducated, and the one invited by Gadon didn't have a high level of education either.

Many young people who joined the Youth Party had little education. Their purpose in joining this organization was because they were in a period of social rebellion, unwilling to follow in their parents' footsteps. They wanted to revolt, yet felt confused.

At this time, the emergence of the Youth Party provided them with a different path, attracting them to join.

These young people, unwilling to follow their parents' old path, are mostly what people call "troublemakers." They don't really have any special talents; they just feel they are not destined to live that way or think they are better than others, closer to success.

These people are often restless, with a certain amount of courage and bravery, which is their capital to rebel against reality.

Gadon's careful arrangements greatly satisfied this official; he felt respected and that the success he had long desired was not far away.

Didn't you see? Even the wealthy must respect him now. How remarkable must he be now, maybe even more remarkable than these wealthy people?

Life has many hurdles, and the hardest to overcome is "self-importance."

However, Gadon's sigh suddenly made him pause, then broadly smile and ask, "Why are you sighing? I thought only poor folks like us would sigh, and you have such a big house..."

He made exaggerated gestures to show the house's size. He had drunk some alcohol, clouding his judgment; after his gestures, he drew a circle on the table, "and can eat so many delicious things, why are you sighing?"

Gadon furrowed his brow, but quickly relaxed and even smiled, "Enough, let's not talk about it. I don't want to trouble you."

The impulsive official's face, which was originally smiling, gradually turned cold, and he furrowed his brow as well, "Are you looking down on me?"

"I've shared my joy and sorrow with you, but now you won't share your troubles with me. Is it because you think I can't solve your problems, or did you never see me as worthy from the start?"

Gadon's expression was troubled, "It's my family matter. I wasn't going to mention it because it involves some foreigners..."

It would have been fine if foreigners weren't mentioned; the impulsive official, who had drunk some alcohol, became irritable upon hearing the word 'foreigners.'

No matter what this turmoil was all about, it erupted abruptly and ended just as abruptly. More embarrassingly, it seemed like the whole world was targeting the Youth Party, pinning responsibilities onto them that shouldn't have been theirs, leading to the dismantling of the Youth Party in Mengwu Province.

This made the impulsive official, who was already emotionally attached to the Youth Party, very unhappy. He believed it was those foreigners causing harm; they had always persecuted Nagariel and its people, and now they were even breaking apart the Youth Party, the "home" for many "awakened" youths. He resented these foreigners.

He slowly stood up, the chair beneath him making a grating sound on the floor as his legs straightened from a ninety-degree angle. Staring at Gadon sitting opposite him, he said slowly, "If you still want to be my friend, then share with me those troubles the foreigners are giving you."

"If you don't consider me your friend, you can remain silent, but I will leave immediately." He glanced at the two assistants beside him.

The two young men, who were devouring the food, paused and immediately put down what was in their hands, showing an attitude of wanting to advance and retreat with the official.

At this point, Gadon seemed to have no better choice. He could only speak with a slightly choking voice about what he was experiencing.

In his depiction, Mr. Simon's first wife and children were trying to seize everything from him: the factory, the house, the money, everything.

This made the impulsive official both angry and furious, "You should tell them that you are under the protection of the Youth Party!!"

It would have been fine not to mention it, but saying these words would mean Gadon's end. However, he didn't say anything rash at this time, only continued to sigh, "If it's not possible, then just give everything to them. I believe with my two hands, even if I can't become a wealthy man like my father, I should have no problem supporting myself and my mother."

The impulsive official paused again. This time it wasn't just Gadon's personal matter involved; it also concerned the industries in Gadon's hands.

It's important to know that some people in the Youth Party have already started working for Gadon. This is one way the Youth Party attracts people.

By joining the Youth Party, they could get a proper job, which is more attractive than dragging everyone into the forest to suffer, and it also stabilized the situation within the Youth Party.

Once these resources are taken by foreigners, as Gadon said they plan to leave with this money, it means a batch of people will leave the Youth Party.

How could such a thing be allowed to happen? Would they still be passionate Nagariel youths?

Thinking of this, the impulsive official thought for a moment and then patted his chest to assure, "I will help you settle this matter."

At this point, Gadon seemed to be resigned and replied, "You can't settle it; they are foreigners. Nagariel is already becoming a foreigner's kingdom unless you..."

"But doing so would be too dangerous. Let me handle it."

The impulsive official took a few more looks at Gadon but didn't say anything in protest, then sat down again to continue eating and drinking.

More than half an hour later, the impulsive official left with his two subordinates without staying any longer.

Watching the three of them leave, Gadon's worried face quickly turned calm. The butler was a bit puzzled, "Young Master, will they really go to assassinate that mother and child?"

"They will!" Gadon nodded, seeing the butler's doubts, and smiled as he spoke, "These people are actually very sensitive, just like I once was. To prove to my father that I was excellent, I was willing to do anything."

"They're the same now. To convey a message, a signal, an idea that they are not just fooling around, they have to do it."

"Moreover, they also have compelling reasons."

Saying this, Gadon turned and walked toward the room, speaking as he walked, "If they don't help me solve this problem, then I have no reason to continue supporting them, and others have no reason to support them."

"Without the support of us wealthy people, those guys..." Gadon shook his head, stopping at the door, as the butler opened it for him. He stepped into the luxurious room, stepping on a floor that natives couldn't afford, with a hint of pride in his tone, "will never achieve anything big!"

Elsewhere, the impulsive official dismissed his two subordinates; he could tell their spirits were low, which he could understand.

After all, he hadn't made any statement after those conversations at the dining table, making the subordinates somewhat look down on him, and also on the Youth Party. But he believed that soon these two fools would idolize him again.

He planned to do a big thing alone—to kill the mother and child threatening Gadon.

It wasn't purely an impulsive decision, partly impulsive, but more due to his self-righteous thoughts and some hatred and disgust for these foreigners.

The earliest batch of Youth Party members, during their education at headquarters, had been constantly instilled with the idea that "foreigners deserve to die." They consistently believed foreigners should not appear in Nagariel; thus, the current situation should be a bit better.

Hatred for foreigners, the impulse to achieve great things, self-conceited thoughts...

These ultimately motivated him to make an impulsive decision.

He returned alone to the base in the jungle outside the city, retrieved a handgun from a hidden spot, along with more than a dozen bullets.

These were police handguns; during the turmoil, some people had acquired a few from somewhere, and now they could finally be put to use.

Meanwhile, the mother and child, having returned to the hotel, sat in the room with the lawyer, discussing their next steps.

Gadon's lack of cooperation forced them to pin their hopes on litigation; it now seemed that only by suing could they reclaim the inheritance that belonged to them.

"I've inquired during this period; if you can secure an audience with Mr. Lynch and gain his approval, even if just a word, then no one can stop you from reclaiming Simon's inheritance!"

Of course, including my share!

This last part was silently added in the lawyer's mind; after all, what was all his hustle for if not for those dear little dollars!

Mr. Simon's wife sat dazed by the edge of the sofa, as though her vitality was drained.

After Mengxi was injured, she had sent it to the only pet hospital here, and despite the doctor's efforts, Mengxi could not be saved.

To avoid some trouble, she opted for cremation; she wanted to take Mengxi back home rather than bury it here.

In her hand was a small exquisite bottle the size of a child's fist—actually an urn containing Mengxi's ashes, all that was left of the little dog.

Without Mengxi, she felt life lost its color, not caring or wanting to listen to what the lawyer said!

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