Every Person Gets One Chance

The two men stared at each other in the study. Simon's attention was so focused on the outside world that he overlooked a crucial point: his butler met his gaze this time without looking away.

This was unimaginable before. The butler never dared to look him in the eye. Only when he commanded the other to do so with a command like "Look into my eyes" would the two have a brief eye contact.

When two people from different social classes make eye contact, it is often seen as a provocation from the lower class to the Upper Class class. This notion does not exist in places like the Federal or Gefra, or if it does, it is not expressed as directly.

But in Nagaril, it behaved horribly.

Some people use the phrase "class is a wall" to describe the divide between different classes in developed countries. If class is a "wall" in the Federal government, then in Nagaril, class is the entire East Ocean.

Everyone abides by and regulates their behavior to conform to their class characteristics; no one dares to overstep them because the price of overstepping is generally unbearable for ordinary people.

This time, it was crossed silently.

This time, without Simon's order, the butler stared into his eyes, which was very unusual, but it was masked by an even more unusual change in the environment.

"Yes, sir, a lot of locals have come outside. They seem to want to steal something. I've already had the gardener guard the gate."

Simon breathed a slight sigh of relief upon hearing this. He used an arrogant tone to ease his tension, much like someone trying to soothe their emotions by telling unfunny jokes when faced with a difficult situation, even though it was of no use.

"Did they just want to steal something?"

"Lowly Natives ..."

"If anyone comes near here, shoo them away. If they don't leave, give them some spare change. I don't want them to dirty my lawn!"

The butler wore a faint, enigmatic smile, lowered his head, and stopped looking at the "master" he had served for half his life. "I know what to do. Is there anything else you need?"

"Is there anything else you need?" This question drew Simon's attention back from his surroundings. "I already said I'm thirsty. Should I repeat myself?"

His temper flared up inexplicably, but he quickly regained his composure. "Alright, that's all. Go do something, don't just stand here!"

While making subtle movements to urge the butler to hurry up and get to work, he couldn't help but pick up the receiver again and put it to his ear. The silence was like the awkward second half of a romantic encounter, ending without a sound.

"Damn it!" he slammed the receiver down on the base.

At this moment, the young owner of the room is chatting with someone who doesn't belong to this house. He is not tall, but he gives people a very special feeling. If you had to describe him, he would be like a ray of light, making it easy for people to feel good about him.

"Your time is running out. I'm not forcing you to do anything, I'm just telling you a lesson."

"If you pay attention to what's happening outside, you'll understand that a storm has already formed. Just as I arrived, another wealthy neighborhood had been completely looted, and many foreigners were..."

He shook his head and didn't continue, but everyone knew what he meant, which made the young man and the butler beside him feel uneasy.

"These foreigners die and that's it, but you know what? Their wealth, property, houses or factories, etc., will be taken away by the mayor or Provincial Governor, depending on how much money they have."

"I can't guarantee those people won't come over here, and as you've probably seen, more and more people are gathering outside. Once someone takes the lead..." the young man said with a serious expression, "The situation will immediately become very bad."

Before the young man could finish his thought, the butler asked a question, "But even if our young master has done all this, it seems he can't stop the storm outside?"

The housekeeper is knowledgeable, has a strong mental fortitude, and reacts quickly and accurately to unexpected events.

If simply changing the "owner" could avert this risk, then whether or not they do that thing seems to have little value to them.

Moreover, even if they did not comply with the young man's request, even if someone rushed in and killed Simon, the butler did not believe that the young master would lose his right to inheritance.

After all, everyone knows he is Simon's son! The young man, who seemed like a ray of light, smiled and said, "No, you don't understand. It's not just foreigners; anyone connected to foreigners will be implicated. Everything is out of control."

"The most important thing is that we will protect you if you do that; if you don't do that, we won't do anything."

The boy spoke up at this moment, "Is this a threat?"

The young man shook his head. "No, this is sincerity, sincerity in cooperation. I'm sorry I can't put it in a sophisticated way, but to put it simply, as long as Simon is alive, you will not have the right to inherit. These things will still belong to foreigners."

"And we will not protect foreigners' property, because it originally belonged to us; it was just that they were taken away by some despicable means."

"As for what the butler said..." the young man shook his head, "In the chaos, no one knows what will happen, and some of the people pushing these things might even do something deliberately. Who knows?"

The young man's expression gradually turned solemn. He continued, picking up where the young man left off, "If we kill an heir in the chaos and leave a large sum of money as an unclaimed estate, local officials will have even more reason to take it for themselves."

He then asked a question, "What happened to those police officers?"

Actually, the boy had already gone out to check when there was a slight disturbance outside. The police officers who were supposed to be on duty outside the community had all disappeared. It wasn't just here; it seemed that all the police officers in the city had vanished.

This is not an isolated incident. In his conversation with the young man, he discovered that it all started when a rich man, whose identity is unknown, beat a maid to death. Now the situation has spiraled out of control, and there are clear signs of human intervention throughout. Perhaps some things really are as the young man described.

So this was his last question: whose side was the police on?

The young man shook his head. "At least they're not on our side, so we have to protect ourselves. If you can fulfill our agreement, then you'll be our partner, and we'll provide you with protection."

The young man stood up, carrying a tray of tea. "Thank you so much for giving me a chance. I also want to give that person a chance. Fate should be fair!"

It was as if he was convincing himself, or as if he was proving something. He carried the tray toward the study. At first, his steps were hesitant and unsteady, but the further he walked, the more stable and powerful his steps became, and he made his decision.

The loud knocking immediately made the somewhat nervous Simon tense up. "Who's there?"

He raised his shotgun, his thumb cocking the hammer, ready to pull the trigger at the slightest sign of trouble from the people outside.

His morals and values prevented him from trampling on the law as freely as the Natives, but he was still decisive enough to pull the trigger on anyone who illegally entered his room.

"It's me, Father. I've come to bring you water."

The familiar voice outside the door made Simon feel a sense of warmth for the first time, "Come in..."

He put down his gun.

The boy was allowed into the room, which was a strange experience for him. He secretly glanced at Simon, who no longer possessed the terrifying domineering aura he once had. He was now like an old, dying lion, no longer frightening.

The young man placed the tray on the coffee table, took out its contents, and poured Simon a glass of water.

Simon picked up his glass, took a sip, and felt a little better. He casually asked, "How's the situation outside?"

"It's very dangerous. I heard that some Rich District have been looted, and those rich families have been attacked and may all be dead."

His tone was neither heavy nor light, completely different from his previous timid manner. This change was subtle, and Simon did not notice it either.

"Is it that serious...?" Simon was somewhat lost in thought. He knew things were serious, but he didn't realize they were this serious.

The next second he grabbed the phone, but the silence made him even more uneasy. He stood up and paced back and forth, muttering something to himself.

The boy glanced at the shotgun on the sofa, then quickly returned his attention to Simon. He said softly, "Father, let's go before the chaos reaches us."

"Go?" Simon suddenly stopped in his tracks, looking at the boy with a strange expression. "Where to?"

The boy said with some anticipation, "Go anywhere you like. The Federal's interference here is getting stronger and stronger. Have you heard? That guy named Lin Qi is now living in the Provincial Governor's house. Even the Provincial Governor has to give way to him. You and others can't compete with him."

"You used to tell me about the place you came from, how beautiful and peaceful it was, and how maybe we could go and live there..." His eyes held a longing that others couldn't understand, something that only happened in his fantasies. Besides that, there was another secret.

In his dream, he replaced the child who only existed in photographs and became Simon's favorite son. He wanted to replace his older brother! For some reason, Simon's emotions suddenly changed. He looked at the boy and said, "We're not going anywhere. We'll stay here and not leave this country." He paused, then added, "I've quenched my thirst. You can leave now."