Patch stood silently, pursing his lips tightly, and his chin beard wrinkled. He closed his eyes for a while, then opened it again, and looked at Grand Duke Yingweid in a complicated manner, looking at his father, finally spread his hands, and said in a forced smile and a little sad tone: "But I am still your son, your own son."

"That's right, no matter you are a genius, a waste, or an ordinary person, you will always be my son, that's right." Grand Duke Yingweid held the table and sat back slowly. He threw the broken pen into the trash can, took out a pen from under the table, picked up the document and wrote annotations, and said something that made Patch feel mixed, "But I am not Grand Duke Roll, I don't have that strong obsession with blood ties, I only trust the capable ones."

Patch's mouth became tighter and tighter, his whole face almost wrinkled, and even some transparent liquid was accumulated in his eyes, and he said hoarsely: "You mean... are you going to let Adam take over your position?"

If this sentence is spread outside, it may cause a stir, but Grand Duke Yingwei was very calm after hearing this, and his mood was not at all disturbed. He just said lightly: "I didn't say that. I just hope you should grow up, throw away those naive emotions and practices, and learn humbly. As long as you can cultivate your own abilities, you will definitely be able to take over the Yingweiwei family for me in decades."

"Decades later...father, you are almost 80...where did you come from the decades..." Patch's eyes were full of sad expressions, he pursed his lips tightly, and stepped back from the office step by step.

"Remember to close the door." Under the cold order of Grand Duke Yingweid, Patch slowly brought the office door, and his father's elderly figure became smaller and smaller in the gap, and finally disappeared.

...

After the great cleanup at dawn, the entire city became closed and depressed, and various industries stagnated. All people's livelihood development and urban construction were sacrificed, turning it into a machine serving politics.

In this depression, there is a thriving business, that is, the peach service industry. In the dark depression, there is only this place where you can vent your usual grievances and depressions. The smart peach snake heads have long since merged with the bars, hotels, baths in Dawn City, and then combined their peach houses to build their own industries into a complex for people to enjoy and vent.

Of course, no matter how you vent, these places are still shrouded in political clouds.

In the largest peach bar in Dawn City, there are large banners on the wooden walls: the honor of the Federation is ashamed of the Empire.

This is a slogan for the independent forces in Dawn City. They were secretly protected by the Grand Duke Mansion and searched for public places everywhere. They asked every household to post slogans to show that they belonged to the Federation and were their own ally, rather than being with the mysterious killers who assassinated the independent forces.

In the bar, the gorgeous girls were walking around, searching for prey that could be slaughtered today, while the drinkers were drunk here and whispered in their dreams, but soon woke up again, looked around vigilantly, and began to worry about whether their dreams were maliciously recorded and reported. At the same time, they secretly complained in their hearts that after being arrogant and purged, they were not even happy to drink.

The depressed Patch was drinking with Marquis Charles. At Marquis Charles' proposal, both of them changed into civilian costumes and were not eye-catching in the crowd. After all, this place is not a safe place. Although the mysterious killer struggled after the Great Purge and rarely committed crimes, he would not be allowed to become an unlucky person.

The reason why the two of them sneaked out of the Grand Duke Mansion was very simple. Except for Zi Su, the maids in the Grand Duke Mansion basically fell to the ground during the Great Purge. Now all the soldiers of the Grand Duke Guard were stationed in the mansion. Even the people who were washing clothes were big and thick federal men. Not to mention women, even the guard dogs were male, and there were not many female creatures! They could be suffocated to death there!

"Hahaha... I tell you, the new Adam has been following me since he was a child. After a child, the toilet was too high. With just one order, he had to kneel on the ground and let me urinate on his back. Another time, he fought with a boy from the Oterry family and was beaten to the point of bruising and swollen. I ran over and screamed! The boy was so scared that his butt was urinated! Finally, he went back to his house and was whipped, but I came forward and let the torture slapped him twice." Patch Gulu Gulu finished a glass of wine, slapped the cup on the table, and said drunkenly, "So now, I'm riding my head! Let me be his adjutant? Without me, I can be the one he is today?"

Marquis Charles had a look of empathy. He had been very unsuccessful in recent years. The seven years of collapse were the pinnacle of his life. He had generals like Ghost Hand, nuns of the Cross Church like Al, and German engineers like Eric. As a result, the evil star Luo You came! Since then, he has been in trouble for eight lifetimes!

First, he was inspected by the new imperial military police at the banquet, and then the defeat of the Dawn Defense War, and the killing of civilians' self-protection was almost exposed. Then the ghost hand was killed in the cube mission, and the entire Dawn team fell apart. Finally, a grand duke was airborne and his status plummeted.

Although the Dawn team was reorganized later, the garbage they recruited was all about. Except for the old team member Arnold, the others could eat more than pigs and studs. If they were not supported by the federal machinery troops, they would not even pass a B-level mission.

When he thought of his political career, Marquis Charles burst into tears. After drinking the wine in big mouthfuls, he complained: "Young Master, I am as miserable as you! After the grandfather comes, I have no good life at all!"

"I'd be fine if my father died!" Patch might have drunk too much, knocked his cup and poked his big tongue in his chest, saying, "That's it... I'm the boss~ I guarantee you... I can't spend money and women who can't sleep!"

Marquis Charles was so scared that he woke up from his alcohol. He quickly looked around. Fortunately, the bar was very noisy and there were people talking loudly everywhere. No one should have heard them speak. He quickly waved his hand and lowered his voice and said, "Young master, you can't talk nonsense. Now there are people reporting us everywhere. If someone reports us, even if you talk nonsense after drinking, you will be punished by the Grand Duke!"

Patch slapped the table and sweared in a drunken manner, "I am a brigadier general of the Federal Heavy Industry Corps, the son of the Grand Duke. Who dares to punish me?! Do you dare to let him catch me?! Come! Now!"

Marquis Charles was so scared that he was so nervous that he quickly advised: "Young Master, okay, okay, don't we say this?"

Patch tsk, waved his hand, and cursed, "I won't say anything, I'll tell you, call a woman, I'll be suffocating me these days!"
Chapter completed!