Chapter 280: Choice 2

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Two days later, St. Peter's Cathedral, Vatican, Italy.

The cathedral, which normally held tens of thousands of pilgrims, was so quiet. Apart from the rhythmic sound of leather shoes stepping onto the ground, there was no other sound.

In the corridor to the right of the door was work of Michelangelo, 'Peter'. It was done when he was twenty-three.

On the left side of the third chapel, and on the opposite walls of the second and third chapels, was the bronze monument built by Bolewolo for Enoch VIII.

Standing in front of the monument was Vincent. He was dressed in an ink suit and had a straight collar. His expression was exceptionally cold. His eyebrows were slightly knitted, revealing a mark between his eyebrows. He stood slightly sideways, and the line of his jaw was sharp.

"Mr. Vincent." Rex came in from outside and whispered, "People are waiting in the middle hall."

Vincent raised his left wrist and gently adjusted his cuff links with his right hand. His eyes were filled with indifference and coldness, "Let's go."

Walking along the middle hall, a dignified aura filled the air. The most eye-catching thing was the bronze canopy directly below the dome. It was thirty meters tall and supported by four twenty-meter-tall spiral copper pillars. It looked majestic and tall. There was a guardian angel at each corner of the canopy. Behind them, four copper pillars with phoenix tails folded upwards supported a huge copper ball. On the copper ball was a cross, the symbol of the Catholic.

A dozen or so Europeans stood beneath the cross.

All of them were about forty years old. Some of their hair had already turned gray. The youngest was only around thirty-five years old. Their eyes were deep. Some had square faces, wide jaws and looked rich.

Hearing the footsteps, the group of people turned around and smiled.

"Hello."

"Long time no see!"

"How is your family?"

Vincent nodded slightly. Instead of using Italian, he replied in English, "Very good. Thank you for your concern."

Several Italians were standing beside two translators who were translating in fluent English at the same time.

Someone noticed he only brought Rex with him, not the four guards. They asked curiously in Italian, "Where's your bodyguards?"

"It's safe here, isn't it?" Vincent glanced at them. His thin lips curled up slightly into a faint smile.

A few Italians laughed when they heard the translation. "That's right!"

"Why isn't Ethen here?" One of them asked.

Everyone else had already noticed this. At this moment, when they heard someone mention it, they echoed, "Yeah, we have an appointment with him to talk about the next plan."

"He's sick," Vincent said indifferently.

"Sick? Is it serious?" A middle-aged man with a square face and a broad chin asked. He had a beer belly, but he liked to wear a white shirt. The temperature in Italy was not low in winter. He wore only a white shirt, tightening his beer belly and covering it with a white suit.

"Nothing serious. He will be fine." Vincent looked at him and said.

The middle-aged man, Caspar, smiled as he met Vincent's gaze. However, he felt that this young man's gaze was like a thin blade, cutting open a person's nerves inch by inch. However, he still stared at Vincent until Vincent tilted his head to look elsewhere.

Another person said, "Before this, we discussed with Ethen about opening a casino in Rome next year. Everyone present will have a piece of the pie."

"What a pity," Vincent suddenly said.

A group of people thought that he agreed, so they looked at him with laughter and then at the translator. The translator forcefully translated, "He said it was a pity."

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The laughter on everyone's faces disappeared.

"What do you mean?"

"Why did you say it was a pity?"

Vincent looked at the cross above everyone's heads. He did not quite understand why these people, whose hands were all stained with blood, liked to come to such a sacred place and even acted like devout believers.

He looked around faintly and revealed a trace of regret in his face, "The Scavo family doesn't engage in pornography, drugs and gambling. This is a rule set by the family. It has been maintained for many years. Ethen is too young to reject you. Therefore, I came here to apologize on behalf of him for disappointing everyone."

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After coming out of St. Peter's Church, he arrived at St. Peter's Square in front of the church. Rex finished the call on his headset and bowed slightly. "Mr. Vincent, the people sent out haven't found Mr. Ethen's whereabouts yet."

"Keep looking." Vincent lowered his head and looked at the white pigeon that was looking for food. His tone was indifferent.

"Yes."

After Rex notified the other side, he suddenly thought of something and asked hesitantly, "Mr. Vincent, could he collude with Caspar?"

"If I were him, I would kill me first and then do something else. He could pretend to be sick and injured. This way, it would be easier to get close to me and assassinate me successfully." Vincent turned to look at St. Peter's Church. His thin lips curled up slightly, and his eyes were filled with a hint of bloodthirst, "If he and Caspar reached an agreement, what do you think would happen tonight?"

"Mr. Vincent..." Rex felt nervous, "Then do you still want to find him?"

Vincent put on his sunglasses, revealing only the tall bridge of his nose, as well as his hard chin and thin lips. His voice was indifferent but with a sense of hostility.

"Only by finding him will we know who he chose."

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In an underground casino, a group of people were all in short shirts, revealing their hairy arms. Dozens of white people sat around a table, and across the table sat a Chinese.

The man was young, about twenty-five years old. He wore a white shirt with only a button on it, revealing a large area of skin. Beneath the button, it was his abdominal muscle, and a long and narrow scar was on his lower abdomen.

He touched the cards, and his right index finger knocked on the table from time to time. He raised his head slightly, revealing a beautiful oriental face. He was smiling slightly.

This person was Ethen.

Just as he put down his cards, a hand fell on his shoulder. He turned around and shouted in surprise, "Caspar!"

An Italian man with a square face and a broad chin stood behind him. This man was Caspar. He was still in the white shirt and his belly was swollen with two straps.

"Did you have fun?" Caspar asked.

"Yes," Ethen said with a smile, "This place is not bad. I'm just a little tired after playing for a long time. I want to go back to sleep."

"There's a room upstairs. I'll have someone take you there," Caspar said enthusiastically.

Ethen nodded in agreement. "Alright, let's go. I'm too tired." he said casually, "Where are my two bodyguards? Why aren't they here?"

Caspar smiled and said, "They were too tired to take care of you. I told them to rest."

His bodyguards were ordered to rest by someone else. It didn't sound like they were going to rest at all. Instead, it felt like they were imprisoned.

However, Ethen seemed to have noticed nothing.. He said in surprise, "Thank you so much."

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