Chapter 59 Matthew’s Doomsday


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


    amodate 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 theputer. 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,petence and so on were reliable.


    Frank opened a new website after a series ofplex 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 was the most concentrated information distribution center. It was also one of the three


    intelligence shrines of dark.


    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 asional 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


    the weak existed here was that they could be money or the ything 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 sessful, there must be some information on the dark. Actually, Cancer


    Organization published their actions every time, whether it was sessful 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 thergest 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 rtives.


    But now—


    “Matthew, as we have discussed, we will take you to Guluo Vige 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 Vige.


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


    This sounded like a vige, 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 inte 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 Vige


    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 Vige. He, as the biggest patron of the


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


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    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


    Vige.


    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 mncholic eyes opposite.


    “I would cook if I had time.”


    Frank gave up finally.


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


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


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


    Frank felt speechless.