Legend Of Dragon Lord

Chapter 59 Matthew’s Doomsday

Frank hated to put on airs as the Master of the Ye Family. Though the villa was not big, it’s enough to

accommodate several servants. As for their jobs, the highly paid butler Nancy would arrange.

After all things were settled down, Frank went back to his room and turned on the computer. Soon, he

searched the five people’s information, including Nancy. Frank read rapidly and then turned off the

website, and then he sighed relieved.

There’s nothing to doubt about their information. It could clearly find that Nancy was carefully to choose

the five persons. Their character, competence and so on were reliable.

Frank opened a new website after a series of complex operations. The website was dark genre. There

were different kinds of information crammed on the screen.

If your vision was poor, you might not see the whole information even your eyes were widely open. You

would miss most information.

Dark Queen Bee

The dark net was the most concentrated information distribution center. It was also one of the three

intelligence shrines of dark net.

In such a short time, there were several thousand pieces of information streaked across Frank’s eyes,

including trade, assassination, weapon trade, grubby affair, and so on. It seemed normal here though

they had been banned in many countries. An occasional clean information would make people wow!

This was the underworld.

Here, the strong were respected, the weak were undignified and unwarranted. The only significance of NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

the weak existed here was that they could become money or the plaything could make the strong

smile.

It’s rare to find sympathy and kindness here.

For half an hour, Frank was staring at the scrolling information. The information may send by a head of

dark gang, or gangster who was lucky to enter the website, or soldier who just returned from war field,

or hooligan who controlled about ten hookers and so on.

There was a variety of information. Frank saw something about Peking airport. He was shocked to

know H Country could solve the crisis within such a short time without real key information.

Such as who exactly was behind this terrorist attack? What did they exactly want to do? Nothing, it

seemed this never happened.

This seemed not to conform to conduct norm of Cancer Organization. They did such a big thing, no

matter fail or successful, there must be some information on the dark net. Actually, Cancer

Organization published their actions every time, whether it was successful or not, including the

previous retaliation to the USA.

“Wasn’t Cancer Organization?”

This thought popped up in Frank’s head. He turned off the website, “Cancer Organization was not

stupid to provoke H Country.”

Correctly. The USA was the largest country in the world. However, because of polity, private arms and

so on, it was no match with H Country as for security.

Provoking the USA was no more than was wanted. Or maybe you would receive VIP treatment from

the enemy of the USA.

Buy if you provoked H Country, you would be sought out by all means and then was fallen bone dust.

What’ more, it’s not easy to rock the boat in H Country. Every step was fraught with risk, only the

weapon thing made many people ticklish.

The organization couldn’t do something at the airport without a sound.

Frank got his thoughts together and went to bed.

No matter how rigorous their organization was, how arrogant their actions were, how scaring they were,

if they were spotted by state lever power, especially like H Country, they would know what big mistake

they had made.

At this time, Peking Hospital.

Matthew, whose face was wrapped with gauze, was staring at the several people in front of him.

His rigorous father, kind mother, his uncle who would please his every time they met, his aunt who

turned a cold shoulder to him, all of them were his closest relatives.

But now—

“Matthew, as we have discussed, we will take you to Guluo Village when you leave the hospital. You

will live the rest of your life there.”

Matthew couldn’t believe that’s what his father said.

Guluo Village.

This was a well-known place among the top second generations.

This sounded like a village, it was actually a prison, a prison only for second generations.

Admittedly, there’s no need to worry about what to eat, there were also internet and electricity, but you

would never allow to leave there. You should spend the end there.

For those who wanted to mess up things, and those who were used to having power, Guluo Village

was their nightmare.

“Dad, mom!” Matthew begged the two closest people in the world.

Matthew’s father showed some sadness in his eyes, especially when he found his son, who grew up

rebelliously, had begging look in his eyes. He felt sourer in his heart.

However, this was the best result they could strive for.

He would never tell Matthew he rushed to Congress soon after the thing happened. He himself

guaranteed to the several leaders that they would never dig up the past, and handed over the many

years of franchise meanwhile.

The Wells Family would change after Matthew went to Guluo Village. He, as the biggest patron of the

Wells Family, would collapse soon. If the Wells Family stayed in Peking, they would be more miserable

than now.

This was the best they could do for his son.

“From now on---”

He touched Matthew’s head and sighed lightly. He didn’t say anything in the end. He turned around and

left the ward.

There’s no need to say anything.

The others followed Matthew’s father and left the ward too. They need to arrange for themselves, as

they had been working for the Wells Family for many years. They couldn’t just walk away like this.

As for the dirty things behind this, Matthew didn’t think about for now. He was stunned to hear Guluo

Village.

Doomsday.

For Matthew, that was doomsday.

Everyday was a new day.

Delicious breakfast, tedious work was done by someone and greetings all made Frank feel much

better.

Of course, that would be better if without the melancholic eyes opposite.

“I would cook if I had time.”

Frank gave up finally.

“No. At least seven times one week.” Izabella pouted and poked the stick into the buns again and

again. These buns tasted bland as she ate breakfast prepared by Frank.

“Seven times a week? Was there any need to hire a chef?”

Frank felt speechless.