Looking at Andrei who was sleeping and snoring.

The maids next to them all breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from their foreheads, looked at each other, and they were all bitter. With Andre's temper, if they woke up, they would definitely make another noise.

"You guys go out." One of the horsemen who looked a little fierce said to several doctors.

The medical staff had long wanted to leave, but they scattered when they heard this, and of course they did not forget to push the medical device out.

"You guys go and rest first." The maid who spoke first said to the others, and then seemed to be making excuses for himself, "I'll accompany the boss."

No one wants to stay here either.

They were all addicted to smoking and were eager to find a place to smoke. Seeing that he was so proactive, they didn't rush to stop him. They even asked him to call someone if he had any problems, and the two walked out with their arms around.

Looking at Andre lying on the bed.

The maid showed a little struggle on her face, but in the end she thought of something and slowly moved over, and her breathing became a little rapid. Although Andre closed his eyes, the fear accumulated over a long period of time still made him tremble.

He was very nervous!

It seems like something to do.

Guru…

The maid swallowed, and he tried hard to relax himself. As long as he killed him, he would get a sum of money!

As money begins to speak, please sit down morality and fear, and also, truth is also needed.

He approached the bedside, pulled out the pillow, and pressed it hard on the other person's head!

Andre seemed to be frightened in a "dream", trembling violently and struggling, but the horseman's hands became tighter and tighter, and finally he could see blue veins. Under such force, he felt that the boss on the bed was not moving. The horseman slowly let go of his hand and moved the pillow, and saw Andre opening his eyes wide and half open his mouth. He burped straight away.

The maid wiped the sweat off her face and tidied up the scene a little, and then walked out in a panic. He was also afraid. When he accidentally kicked the corner of the hospital bed, he grinned in pain, covered his legs, and limped towards the door, but he was still cautious when he opened the door. When he found that the other two were not outside, he quickly walked out.

I didn't even dare to sit in the elevator. It was too slow and I ran down the stairs.

About four or five minutes later, the smoker who had smoked and became addicted to smoking came back, pushed open the door and went in, and then... ran out again, but there was horror on his face and was still anxious.

It's finished!

Andre is dead!

...

"Bang!"

Al Pacino smashed the cup in his hand to the ground with a pale face. The broken glass rolled to Gregory's feet, but the latter lowered his head and dared to raise his head carefully and glance back, and quickly withdrew his gaze. The godfather was like this, as if he was about to pass in one breath.

When Gregory heard the news of Andre's death, he was also shocked. The first thought was that it was impossible. Just kidding. The second thought was that the Asian attack was so heavy? He was beaten to death directly? The third thought was that he was finished and a major earthquake was about to occur.

Andre is the son of Al Pacino. He is so arrogant and even domineering that everyone dislikes him. To a certain extent, he is a spoiled child. There are rumors that Andre may be the real illegitimate son of the godfather.

But rumors are rumors, but now he is dead, so this is troublesome.

Al Pacino squinted his eyes, his mouth twitching, which seemed like a stroke. Although he tried hard to calm himself down, his face gradually became wrong. The doctor said that he should not be too emotional, as high blood pressure could easily explode in his head.

"Check!" The godfather's words are as precious as gold, but the word is also trembling. He closed his eyes, and he didn't want others to see his eyes.

"Yes." Gregory responded, hesitated for a while, and then said, "Sir, will this be with that Asian..."

Al Pacino turned his head, like an old beast, staring at the other party. Gregory's tail bone started to be cold, and there was a little chill behind his back, but he still gritted his teeth. "One of the horse-boy who took care of Andre was missing, and Nicholas had just had a conflict with him, and Andre... died in the hospital. Is this a coincidence?"

"But you think it's too coincidental, don't you?" Al Pacino frowned and spoke in a hoarse voice. "It's so coincidental, do you think Nicholas is that stupid? What you can think of, he can think of, and most importantly, what kind of hatred does he have with Andre? Was it just because it attacked his spokesperson?"

This sentence is what he said for a long time.

He had heard a lot of comments about Tang Dao before, but he believed in his eyes more. This was a rampant young man who was unruly, ignorant, and favourable. He might be very smart and capable, but his personality was not liked by people.

At least this is what Al Pacino thinks.

The other party would not risk offending himself to death and assassinate an "useless" Andrei.

This doesn't make sense.

It must be other enemies. After all, the Brotherhood has been able to reach the present, and Al Pacino is not a good man and a trustworthy woman.

Gregory listened to the godfather's analysis, nodded slightly, and said in a low voice, "Then I will continue to do so, and must find that horseman."

Al Pacino waved his hand, feeling a little tired.

The former bowed respectfully before leaving. After leaving the door, the confidant man from outside leaned over and looked at him with a hint of joy. Several of them even had a little joy on their faces and whispered, "Boss, Andre is dead! No one is going against you now."

"What are you talking nonsense?" Gregory's face changed, frowned, stared at the talking little brother, grabbed his collar and pulled it over, staring straight into the other person's eyes, the latter was startled, and the eyes didn't dare to look at him.

"Listen, Andre is our own person, and he was killed, and this is provoking our brotherhood. My grudge against him is an internal problem, and his death is a shame for all of us. In the future, don't say such words before me, do you hear it?"

"Listen...heard."

The little brothers shrank their heads and were submissive.

"Now go find Ferdinand, be sure to find him."

This is the "missing" horseman.

The little brothers responded, shouting and shouting that people would go looking for it. Gregori was left in the corridor. He frowned, took out a cigarette, held it in his mouth, but finally felt boring, put it back into his pocket, walked downstairs, walked into the telephone room on the side of the hotel, and dialed a phone number.

“Hey? Where?”

"He is dead," Gregory said, pondering for a moment, "Mr. Nicholas, I have someone to kill Andre."
Chapter completed!