77: Chapter 77 The Only Witness

A bright light bloomed without warning, like a miniature Sun igniting within the room. The blinding radiance instantly pierced through closed eyelids, scorching the retinas. Nothing remained before the three of them but a vast whiteness, their vision brutally wiped clean.

"It's over,"

Amidst the blast, Pellegrini only had time to glance out the window, where several black figures seemed to be standing, before he lost consciousness.

How could there be people outside on the cliff?

I do not know how much time passed, but Pellegrini woke from his coma and became aware of his surroundings.

Without moving, Pellegrini remained prone on the floor, breathing carefully. His brain was still somewhat chaotic, but he tried his best to keep himself calm.

Pellegrini discovered that he was not bound, but the terrible thing was that he was still naked, his ugly body exposed to the air.

The visitors meant harm.

Why did the other party know he was here? Which political enemy was it? The Fussen family or Hoffman?

Pellegrini's twitching fingers suddenly touched another object. After carefully feeling its outline, he realized it was a finger. This gave Pellegrini a shock, and his heart leapt into his throat.

But after a long while, nothing else happened.

Perhaps this was just a gang of bandits who left after stealing things.

Pellegrini felt this was the best-case scenario and even prayed that this was the case—that the other party didn't know him and wouldn't put him in the national or even World news.

He regretted it. He regretted coming to this Villa tonight and regretted keeping two male concubines. This would ruin his entire life.

After waiting quietly for a few more minutes,

apart from the sound of the wind blowing the curtains, Pellegrini heard no other sounds. Perhaps the situation hadn't reached the worst-case scenario.

Pellegrini turned his body and carefully opened his eyes a crack. The bright lights caused a stinging sensation in his eyeballs. The floor was scattered with glass shards. It seemed he was still in his Villa on the hillside.

Then the finger from earlier must have been Jerry and the others...

Pellegrini looked down, but the scene before him made his blood instantly freeze, and all the warmth was drained from his body.

A bloody hole appeared in the center of the two male concubines' foreheads. Congealed blood pooled on the floor. Their eyes were hollow and desperate, staring straight at him.

"Minister Pellegrini, you're finally awake. I've been waiting for a while."

If he hadn't been desperate just a moment ago, the voice coming from not far away undoubtedly dragged him into the abyss.

With a bitter smile, Pellegrini climbed up from the floor. The moment he straightened his body, he suddenly felt a pain in the back of his neck, the pain reaching deep inside. Pellegrini subconsciously reached out to touch it, but discovered nothing.

No, there seemed to be a shallow wound.

"Who are you?"

Pellegrini's throat was hoarse as he looked toward the source of the voice. By the terrace, a figure leaned against a leather lounge chair, legs crossed leisurely, black hair flying wildly in the night wind.

He was enjoying the night view of the Alps.

"Minister Pellegrini, please put on your clothes before speaking to me."

Pellegrini's eyes narrowed. He felt as if he had heard this voice not long ago. He silently picked up the clothes by the bed. Seeing that the man wasn't paying attention here, Pellegrini paused, pulled out a hidden compartment, and took out a black pistol from inside.

Taking a deep breath, Pellegrini went to the terrace and finally saw the figure's appearance. The young man had a slender and powerful build, especially his eyes, which were as deep as the night.

It was that Central Continent entrepreneur—Lin Fang!

"How dare you be so bold?"

In an instant, Pellegrini understood his intention and couldn't help but shout angrily. Lawless! How could this businessman from the Central Continent dare to attack a top leader of a major country?

Was he not afraid of causing a war?!

The furious Pellegrini even overlooked his own condition.

"I'm truly sorry, Minister Pellegrini, for disturbing your leisure."

Lin Fang had no intention of getting up, still looking into the distance. The snow-covered peaks gleamed pure white under the caress of the moonlight, so holy.

Lin Fang's voice was calm, but it woke Pellegrini up—a fatal handle on himself had already fallen into the hands of this Central Continent businessman.

It only took a few seconds. His long political career gave Pellegrini the best countermeasure, so he said in a deep voice, "As long as you destroy it, you can make a request. We could even become friends in private; presumably, that is your goal as well."

"Otherwise, I might lose this status, but you—breaking and entering to kill, attacking an official—your enterprise will fall apart, and you will be indefinitely imprisoned in a Switzerland jail. I will make you wish you were dead!"

Hearing this, Lin Fang finally uncrossed his legs, stood up, and laughed, "Minister Pellegrini has misunderstood. Although I am the only witness here, I don't have a penchant for taking artistic photos of people."

Before he could react, Lin Fang continued in a relaxed tone, "But you are not worthy of being my friend. You would be quite good as a slave."

"You..."

The elderly man suddenly aimed the muzzle at Lin Fang. No one could stand such an insult, let alone Pellegrini, who held such a high position.

Lin Fang took a step back, seemingly startled by this unexpected situation, and said with surprise, "Oh my, how do you have a gun?"

"Heh, then why don't you fire?"

In the blink of an eye, Lin Fang's smile became unbridled and reckless, as if he were staring at an insignificant crawler: "As long as you kill me, you are still that high-and-mighty Switzerland minister."

"Fire!"

Click—

Just at the moment Pellegrini was about to pull the trigger, something that terrified him happened. His right hand seemed to have lost control, and his finger just wouldn't bend.

"I... what is wrong with me?"

Pellegrini grabbed the pistol with his left hand and pulled the trigger at Lin Fang again, but the same thing happened.

His entire body strangely arched toward the ground.

"Woof, woof, woof—"

On the terrace, a burst of old and powerful barking rang out in the night. It seemed not satisfied yet, and then it became even louder.

Until the barking became hoarse and weak...

Finally, when Pellegrini could no longer make a sound, he felt the control of his body return. He slumped directly onto the floor, looking at Lin Fang, who had sat back down on the soft chair, with desperate eyes, and spoke weakly: "You... you are a devil!"

"Perhaps,"

Lin Fang's tone remained relaxed as he looked at Pellegrini in front of him and said, "How does it feel? Do you want to do it again?"

"What do you want me to do?" Pellegrini was completely exhausted. He felt that all his glory and dignity had been trampled into dust by Lin Fang.

"Didn't I just say? As long as you become my slave, you can still gain many benefits."

"Including your self-esteem..."

Lin Fang slowly coaxed.