"After receiving the news of Cohen Armstrong's death, I've been conducting a secret investigation for the past few months to see who killed my son. But the Londo Manor's auction is very secretive about the identity of the guests, so I didn't have a clue. It wasn't until a week ago that an old friend of mine found out the ins and outs of the matter and wrote me a letter!"
Speaking till here, Adolf's aged eyes flickered with hatred as he leapt down from the container. He walked towards Prince Boateng's container, and spoke with a deep voice.
"Prince Boateng, you son of a bitch! If you had listened to my advice and obediently took the train back to the Odin Empire after learning that Bisping had come to Flosinone, I wouldn't have been able to do anything to you even if I found out that you were the murderer of my poor little Cohen Armstrong!"
"But you wanted to kill Connor Ferguson and take revenge on Reyes for losing his arm in Benitez Castle back then, so you stayed in Flosinone! Don't you think so too? Even you are helping me take revenge. Prince Boateng, don't you think I should thank you properly? "
"Stop talking! Adolf, make your move! " Feeling the hatred in Adolf's words, Prince Boateng closed his eyes and unyieldingly said, "Don't blame me.
Hearing Prince Boateng's words, a cruel and strange smile appeared on Adolf's old face. He shook his finger at Prince Boateng and said, "No, no, no … Prince, you are overthinking it. How could I be so foolish as to personally make a move against you? I'm not that foolish!"
"Prince Boateng, don't think that I don't know that you have the Boateng Family's Blood Soul Curse on you. Whoever kills you will be entangled by the Blood Soul Curse and thus be detected by your Family's Blood Soul Instrument. So how could I be so foolish as to personally make a move against you?" Adolf's voice became extremely gentle as he spoke. Then, he slowly took out something that looked like an oak wine barrel from his spatial ring and gently knocked on it.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! "
Adolf looked at Prince Boateng and said, "Trust me, Prince Boateng, you will definitely be very interested in the little thing in this bucket!"
Although Prince Boateng's eyes were closed, his mind power seemed to be able to sense what was inside the barrel. He suddenly opened his eyes and glared fiercely at Adolf. "Adolf, do you know how Cohen Armstrong, your son, died?"
"He offended me. He offended a member of the Boateng family in West Ham City. Adolf, do you know what the consequences are?"
"That's why my men didn't kill him immediately. They crippled your son's arms and legs first. When he was awake, they peeled off his d * ck bit by bit. In order to prevent him from dying from the pain, we fed him some recovery potions from time to time so that he could feel the pain more clearly!"
"Adolf, do you know how pitiful Cohen Armstrong's d * ck's d * ck was? Hahahaha, I still feel good when I think about it. That was the most beautiful sound I've ever heard. We peeled off his d * ck for an hour, and he screamed for an entire hour! "
"In the end, he had no more strength left, so we poured a layer of barbecue sauce all over his body. Then we rewarded him to my hunting dogs. Those cute dogs ate your son so well …" Prince Boateng wantonly insulted Adolf's dead son under Adolf's gaze. His eyes were full of mockery, as if he was mocking Adolf's helplessness.
Adolf quietly watched Prince Boateng's performance. His eyes were filled with anger as Prince Boateng expected. He clenched his fists tightly, as if he was going to punch Prince Boateng's head at any time.
While Prince Boateng was trying his best to mock Adolf, he secretly screamed in his heart, "Hurry up and do it!" Adolf actually lowered his clenched fists. He shook his head at Prince Boateng, who was close to him, and said in a low voice, "Prince Boateng, after so many years, your mouth is still as sharp as ever. I know you're trying to provoke me to kill you, but I almost couldn't hold myself back …"
Hearing Adolf's words, Prince Boateng, who was in despair, immediately wanted to say something, but the moment he opened his mouth, Adolf moved his mind. Prince Boateng felt the copper ring around his throat tighten abruptly, and his breathing was restricted. He couldn't say anything, and the only thing he could do was to breathe as hard as he could like a fish out of water …
"Prince Boateng, don't be anxious, don't be anxious. Just give me half an hour and I'll train these little fellows to their best condition. Then, I'll let them play with you!" Adolf said softly as he pointed at the oak wine barrel at the side.
Driven by his survival instincts, Prince Boateng's eyes were filled with fear and despair when he heard Adolf's words. Adolf ignored Prince Boateng, minding his own business as he opened the oak barrel he took out from his spatial ring and began to operate it with a spell.
Half an hour later, Adolf smiled as he opened the barrel and threw it into the large container that Prince Boateng had been trapped in. The next second, hundreds of finger-sized blue fish swam out of the barrel and swam around the container with great energy.
At first glance, these blue fish weren't very eye-catching. They looked no different from the silver fish that was sold in the market for one penny, but if you looked carefully, you would see that there was a very rich red spot in the center of their pupils. Their teeth were also very fine and sharp like saws, and they were full of layers of layers.
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