Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 430: The sun is setting and the sun is rising

Luxembourg, Hugo Manor, the once elegant and magnificent manor now exudes a sense of desolation. There is not even a servant or security guard in the entire manor. Outside the manor are teams of Luxembourg troops. In other words, the entire Hugo Manor has been blocked by the Luxembourg authorities, and no one is allowed to enter or leave.
Inside the manor, Leslie had his hair combed meticulously and sat at the dining table wearing a tablecloth, enjoying a simple breakfast elegantly. His movements were slow and graceful, not making any noise while eating, just like a prince in an ancient palace. However, there was no one else in the entire huge restaurant except him, and there was no maid or servant who should have been serving him, which made this beautiful picture seem a little fragmented, giving people the feeling of the last prince.

The word "dead end" is not an exaggeration to describe Leslie now.

boom!
There was a sudden knock on the door, which seemed extremely discordant in this quiet and elegant environment, but it did not affect Leslie who was eating at all. He did not even raise his eyelids and continued to cut the toast in the tableware with elegant movements.

The door of the restaurant was smashed open from the outside with a battering ram, and a group of armed SWAT police rushed in with their guns pointed at Leslie who was having a meal. However, seeing that Leslie was not moved at all and didn't even have the intention to pay attention to them, they looked at each other, feeling a little confused for a moment.

After all, the man in front of them was once a Luxembourg nobleman. For people like them, it was very difficult to even meet him in the past, let alone break down his door and break into his restaurant, which was something they dared not even think about.

However, Leslie did not keep them waiting for long. After he finished the last piece of toast, he picked up the orange juice on the table and drank it all. Then he wiped his mouth with a napkin, took off the napkin from his neck and folded it on the dining table. He stood up, straightened his collar, and walked straight to several special police officers.

"Let's go."

After leaving a word, Leslie walked straight out, without any awareness of being a prisoner. The special police officers behind him seemed more like bodyguards rather than people who came to arrest him.

"Mission accomplished guys."

The SWAT captain shrugged helplessly. The other party was a big shot after all. Even though he was already on the decline, they still didn't dare to offend him in the slightest. There is a saying that goes, a lean camel is bigger than a horse. Even if Leslie became a prisoner, if he was dissatisfied with them and wanted to deal with them, it would only take a word.

Leslie did not resist at all, allowing them to achieve their goal easily. It would be easy for them to take over the Capet family's assets. No one would disagree with his small request at this time. Even if he became a prisoner and really went crazy, no one could guarantee that he would have any other tricks up his sleeve. Even if it would not cause any substantial harm to them, it would definitely cause some unnecessary trouble.

Therefore, being able to capture him effortlessly like now is naturally the best result. No one wants Leslie to go crazy, so at this sensitive time, these people will naturally meet his small requests. It is very worthwhile to sacrifice a few insignificant special police officers for this. This may be the sadness of small people.

Of course, there is another very important point. We are all aristocrats. Even if we are at the end of our rope, we must still maintain our dignity. The upper class people compete with each other, and the losers maintain their dignity. This is the tacit rule. No one dares to guarantee that he can always be a winner. Who would like to be treated the same as those lower-class peasants when they become a loser?

Leslie walked out of Hugo Manor and looked up at the sky. It was just getting light. He glanced at the group of military police outside and then walked towards them. It didn't look like a terrorist being captured, but more like a political bigwig traveling. Media reporters in the distance were trying to squeeze in frantically. Flash lights were flashing like machine guns. Fortunately, the cordon set up by the army stopped them, otherwise they would have rushed in and surrounded Leslie.

The ancient noble Capet family fell!
The end of the Capet family!
The current resident of the ancient noble Capet family is actually one of the top leaders of the terrorist organization ETA!

The Capet family is suspected to be the financial backer behind the ETA organization!

These topics will become hot topics throughout Europe, and these media reporters can't help but go crazy. They don't care what the truth is, they only care whether the topic is explosive enough, attractive enough, and whether it can get countless people involved in the discussion.

When Leslie got into the prison van used by the Luxembourg police to escort him, a morning sun rose slowly from the eastern skyline, casting golden light on the earth. It was so bright and dazzling that it made people feel warm.

.........

"Leslie's under arrest!"

Abu Dhabi, Tinata Island, RFG Group headquarters, in the reception room, Sean was sitting opposite Ryan, the heir of the Habsburg family, and red wine was swaying in the exquisite crystal glasses.

"My friend, our time is coming. Are you ready?"

Ryan said meaningfully with a faint smile on his face.

"Of course, you know my friend, only when yesterday's sun sets will a new sun rise. Look, it's already hanging in the sky, shining brightly!"

Sean stood up and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, holding a wine glass and gazing into the distance. There seemed to be two flames burning in his hawk-like eyes.

The fire of ambition!

"You're right, Sean. The Capet family's sun of yesterday has set, and it's time for you, the new sun, to rise!"

Ryan followed Sean's gaze and was slightly startled.

"What are you going to do with Leslie?"

Ryan asked seemingly casually.

"As long as a person is alive, there is hope. What's more, he is an old noble. Even if he is imprisoned for life, it is still not hopeless."

Sean shook his head. There was no doubt that Luxembourg would hand over Leslie to the British Empire. There was no death penalty in the British Empire. Even if Leslie was not handed over to the British Empire, Luxembourg itself was a country that had completely abolished the death penalty. In other words, Leslie would be sentenced to life imprisonment at most. As for whether they would find a way to kill Leslie in prison, Sean had never doubted it. Whether it was the old aristocrats in Luxembourg or the British Empire, it was normal for a prisoner to die in prison.

But Sean still felt that it was not safe enough. There were too many variables in prison, so the best way was to let Leslie commit suicide himself. This was the safest way, and he had already asked someone to do it.

"But whether it's the Luxembourg families or the Windsor family, they won't let Leslie live. It's normal for someone to die in prison. If we do it ourselves, will we get into trouble?"

Ryan frowned. He was more inclined to let those guys do it. He didn't think Leslie would cause any trouble after being put in jail.

"There are too many variables in prison. I won't feel at ease until he's dead. But I'm not stupid enough to do it myself at this time. Otherwise, both Luxembourg and the British Empire will intervene in the investigation. Even if they can't find anything, sometimes suspicion is enough to make people worry."

Sean understood Ryan's feelings. After all, the overall situation was settled, and letting Leslie fend for himself was the best option. There was no need to cause trouble for himself.

"What are you going to do?"

Ryan was a little confused by what Sean said. He was worried about the prison, but he didn't plan to do it himself. Could it be that Leslie would commit suicide? Even if he wanted to commit suicide, he would need a chance. Besides, he was not a fool, so how could he commit suicide?

"It's better to let him die on his own..."

Sean took a sip of the wine in the glass and murmured.

"Let him die by himself?" Ryan was a little confused. He didn't know where Sean got the confidence to make Leslie commit suicide obediently. After all, there was still a glimmer of hope if he was tried normally and sent to prison. There was really no need for him to seek death by himself. It would be good enough if he could just wait to be arrested and then wait to be dealt with in prison.

"Haha, his sister Fiona is in China. Although I don't know where she is for now, you know that she was once engaged to me. It shouldn't be difficult for me to find her."

Sean had a sinister smile on his face.

"But you guys cancelled your engagement a long time ago, and she's even engaged to someone else. If it weren't for this, Fiona's wedding would have been held next month. And with things developing to this point, it's impossible for Fiona not to know that you're the instigator of this. You have no power in China, so it's not easy to find someone."

Ryan was not optimistic about Sean's statement. China was so big, if the other party really wanted to hide, Sean would not be able to find Fiona even if he tried his best.

"Haha, Fiona is pregnant with my child. When you teamed up with Leslie to get me, Fiona called me to let me know. Do you think it will be easy for me to find her?"

"what!"

Ryan's eyes widened instantly, his face full of disbelief, he really didn't know about this, all he knew was that Fiona and Sean were engaged, and later they broke up and cancelled the engagement for unknown reasons, and then it was rumored that Fiona was going to marry a guy named Cook Jones, but he really didn't know that this guy named Cook was actually a takeover man found by the Capet family!

No wonder he always felt that there was something unusual about Fiona's wedding date. It turned out that this was the problem!
And Sean mentioned that Fiona had called Sean before to inform him, which means that these two people are still in contact!

"This Cook is such an unlucky guy!"

Ryan said with some regret.

"He wants to marry Fiona and marry into the Capet family, so he will have to pay a price. But the price is not life-threatening. But he wants to marry my woman, which is enough to cost him his life."

Sean said with a smile.

"So if I'm not mistaken, you should have dealt with this guy, right?"

Ryan asked curiously.

"Haha, I'm a good person. I treated him to some good RB Wagyu beef, but he didn't even give me face. If he doesn't die, who will?"

A ferocious arc appeared at the corner of Sean's mouth.

"So, you plan to use the child as a medium to get Fiona's location out of her, and then use Fiona's life to threaten Leslie and make him find a way to commit suicide?"

Ryan was horrified by Sean's insidiousness and cold-bloodedness, and couldn't help but start wondering whether it was the right move or the wrong move to cooperate with this guy.

This kind of guy who can kill women and children at will is really dangerous. It makes him feel like he is courting death.

Although he himself is not much worse than Sean, if it is not too early to take over the Habsburg family and he is afraid of causing some unnecessary turmoil, he has no doubt that he will commit patricide. But this does not mean that he likes to cooperate with such people. It is precisely because he is such a person that he can better understand the terribleness of such people and that they have no weaknesses!

Unlike most people, they do not live for others. They live only for themselves and for their own ambitions. As long as they can stand high enough and go far enough, for them, family, women, children, nothing is impossible to give up!

"Yes, even though it is said that even a tiger won't eat its own cubs, I really can't do anything to Fiona, but that doesn't mean Leslie dares to gamble. If he doesn't dare to gamble, then he will be led by me by the nose!"

Sean had a cunning smile on his face. He really didn't intend to attack Fiona unless it was absolutely necessary. After all, it's not that he was completely without any warmth, it's just that his warmth was more flexible.

"I see. I'm glad I didn't end up going down the same path with Leslie. It's too scary to be an enemy with a sinister and cunning guy like you. It's better to be friends with you."

Ryan breathed a sigh of relief. Although Sean's behavior was very insidious, it at least proved one thing: he was not truly invincible, and he did not necessarily have no weaknesses.

"Man, I'm resourceful!"

Sean corrected with a hint of dissatisfaction.

"NoNoNo, Sean, in China, you should be called scheming!"

Ryan didn't buy Sean's correction at all.

"Shit, you guy, do you want to reason with me?"

Sean raised his sandbag-sized fist and asked Ryan with great dissatisfaction.

"Damn it, what are you doing with your fist raised up?"

Ryan stepped back slightly, keeping a safe distance from Sean, as if afraid that his fist would suddenly strike down.

“This is my truth!”

Sean said as a matter of course.

"Dude, this is called unreasonable!"

Ryan was so angry that he laughed at Sean's self-righteous attitude. What the hell is this bullshit?

Have you ever seen someone holding up a fist as big as a sandbag and telling you that this is the truth?

(End of this chapter)