Walcott took out those property transfer procedures. "Count, in fact, this is all I can do. If you don't agree to my suggestion to transfer your property, then those common people will definitely rush in and make you hand over your wealth. I think this is the worst. They have rushed in. They have no respect for the law and can do anything." When Cuff saw those materials, he got up and roared angrily. "Walcott, you want to take my property. I misjudged you. Get out." Walcott spread his hands. "Earl Cuff, in view of your past trust and appreciation for me, now I am the only one who is willing to help you. You are already an outcast in the town. No one will care about you. If you say so, then I have to leave and watch those common people rush in and take away everything you have., even life. Believe me, I am only to ensure the safety of your property." Walcott had an expectant look in his eyes. He suddenly understood that those common people broke through the outer iron gate under Donning's instructions. As for what Donning paid for this, he had no idea. Cuff finally relented and asked tentatively. "And then?" "As long as these properties can be preserved, you can go anywhere and start over. I think it won't be long before you will become a respected rich man again." Walcott walked to the window and looked at the common people under the castle. "Look what's here. Poverty, despicableness, cunning. There is nothing to be nostalgic for." Cuff staggered to the adjacent living room, where his honors and titles were displayed. Finally, he picked up a pen, signed those documents, and then took out his badge and stamped it. "Walcott, you are the only person I trust. Don't deceive me." Cuff said in a pleading tone. "After leaving here, I will give you a generous reward." He handed up the documents. Walcott got the documents. The plan was successful. Suppressing the excitement in his heart, he tightly held Cuff's hands. "Count, wait for my good news. I will pick you up from here soon, but it has to be at night." After leaving Cuff Manor, he saw that young man outside. Walcott excitedly handed up the documents. "Happy cooperation. I think we should raise a glass to celebrate. As for that old guy, let him die alone. No one cares about him." Donning was not very proud. His goal had not been fully achieved. "You don't mind if I go in and take a look at what the former richest man in the town looks like now, do you?" Walcott didn't want to go to that dirty place again. He told the entrance of the secret passage. "I'm very curious. What price did you pay to make those common people rush into the manor." "You underestimate their thirst for wealth. I just told them that you should rush in, grab Cuff by the collar, and ask him where his wealth is. He is already an outcast in the town. The security department will not interfere in this matter. They wish they could stay away from this old guy who is full of filth." Donning said with a proud smile. Walcott looked at the back of the young man walking towards the secret passage. It was too terrifying to be an opponent of such a person. Fortunately, they were partners. Entering the fortress, Donning arrived at Cuff's bedroom. Because of Walcott's promise, the old man had gotten much better. Lying on the bed covered with a quilt and sleeping peacefully, he hadn't slept so quietly for several days. Donning took a chair and placed it by the bed and sat down. "Mr. Cuff, it's really pleasant to see you like this. It's so unfortunate that the great philanthropist in the town has become like this." Cuff was awakened by the sound and sat up suddenly. Looking at the young man sitting by the bed, the anger in his eyes seemed to be able to burn everything. "It's you. You devil. I will kill you. It's you who made me like this." He wanted to reach out and grab the young man's clothes. But in poor mental state, he fell to the ground when he pounced from the bed, with blood flowing from his mouth. "Mr. Cuff, look at you. You can't even walk. This is not like you at the banquet." Donning reached out and helped Cuff, who was lying in front of him, up and pressed him on the edge of the bed. The blood on Cuff's face covered his face. Like a demon from hell, because of excitement, he could only make strange noises in his throat and couldn't speak. Donning shook the property transfer document in front of him. "Mr. Cuff, thank you for your generosity. I will make good use of this wealth." When Cuff saw that document with his eyes, he fell from the bed again, and the strange noise in his throat became a little weaker. Donning patiently helped Cuff up again. This time, Cuff didn't even have the strength to sit on the bed. Lying on the bed, his body twitched. His good reputation was taken away, his wealth was taken away, and he had nothing left. Even Walcott, the only person he trusted, betrayed him. He wanted to turn over and grab Donning, but it was impossible. Donning stood up, stood by the window, and looked down at the old man on the bed. "I deeply sympathize with your experience, but I think at this moment you should think of a person, an acquaintance, Mr. Anubarak, the greatest banker in the world." Cuff's body twitched even more violently, as if responding to Donning. Donning's expression was solemn. "That's right. It seems that your memory is fine. You still remember him. He has experienced the same thing as you. His wealth was taken away, and those friends around him betrayed him. And he himself was exiled to the cursed land. I send my regards to you on his behalf." "Rest in peace. Your sins have been punished as they should be. I judge you in the name of darkness. After death, you will fall into endless hell and suffer forever." Donning put his right palm on his chest and recited devoutly. Cuff's body gradually stopped twitching and died in despair. There is nothing more cruel than killing all a person's hopes and making him fall into despair. Looking at the stiff body, Donning silently gestured in the direction of Kaeserta. This is just the beginning of the revenge. The real revenge has not started yet. The judgment of darkness is fair. Soon, the security department arrested Walcott on charges of murder. Before the arrest, Walcott specially prepared a sumptuous dinner, put on his favorite dress, and covered his bald head with a top hat. When he had just filled the red wine glass, there was a knock on the door. Walcott stood in front of the mirror and confirmed that there was nothing wrong with his attire, and then opened the door. "Mr. Donning..." But he didn't say the rest. The person outside the door was not Donning, his partner who came to celebrate, but the security officers of the security department. A security officer had a cold face and took out an arrest warrant. "Mr. Walcott, now we arrest you on charges of murder." When the cold handcuffs were put on and he was taken away from home, Walcott knew that he had been betrayed. That young man had reported him. Everything was a scam and a scheme. Earl Cuff died in his own residence. This was discovered by the common people after they opened the gate of the fortress on that day. They didn't get the property they wanted. On the second day after Walcott was arrested, the security department closed the case with a light mention and then concluded it as suicide in fear of crime. Because Walcott confessed everything. Earl Cuff was the mastermind behind the killing of Arovia and the other three. On the second day after Walcott was arrested, the local circuit court opened. Donning went to listen to the final result. "Walcott, your恶劣行径罪无可恕. We will sentence you to life imprisonment." The judge of the circuit court pronounced the result. Naturally, the property in the joint account of the two was awarded to Donning, the co-owner, by the court. When Walcott was taken away, he stared at the young man sitting in the gallery with resentment and shouted: "Devil, you are a devil sent from hell." It's all over. Donning walked out of the circuit court. The matter here is over. He crossed off the first name on the roster. He had to go to the next place. But poor Foster is not so lucky. He has lost his beloved. He even planned to buy a bright and spacious house and redeem Alice to form a warm family. But after the letter from Cybertron in Blot City came, his beautiful plans have been destroyed. The letter said that some mutilated corpses were found in the suburbs of Blot City. After comparison, it was a woman. Her age was also consistent with Alice's. The most important thing was that Cybertron saw the bracelet that Alice was wearing. That pair of bracelets was Alice's favorite. She always wore it. She was also wearing it when she met Cybertron. The security department of Blot City believes that this was an attack by wolves and has reached a conclusion. Foster is in a slump. He sits in the tavern drunk and his eyes are as turbid as those drunkards. Donning decided to say goodbye to this kind and somewhat cowardly friend. He learned from the staff of the government building that Foster did not go to the office to work. Finally, Foster was found in the tavern. Donning ordered two glasses of wine. "Foster, you have a decent job. You should work hard for it. Before long, you will become the mayor." "But I lost my lover." Foster pushed the already wrinkled letter to Donning. "I think nothing is more important than her." Donning glanced at the content of the letter. On the contrary, he was happy for Foster. Foster, who was cowardly in his bones, left that woman. This is a good thing. He returned the letter and patted Foster on the shoulder. "Friend, you should forget about these and cheer up. There are many good girls." "Maybe only she sees me." Foster sobbed. "No one will love an orphan." "Be confident. Things are not as bad as you think." Donning took Foster out of the tavern. Foster, who was unsteady on his feet, almost fell on the street. Donning rubbed his forehead. It seems that to cheer Foster up, there must be a good girl, a good wife worthy of Foster. He sent Foster home. The way to get out of sadness is to start another love quickly. A girl appeared in his mind. Donning specially went to the slums.