The Man in Power After Being Married into Her Family

If he was unable to cover up the matter, he would have to completely disappear from the world. Otherwise, those VIPs who had done a lot of dirty business with him would surely come after him. Paying four billion and one hundred million US dollars hurt him, but he would not frown if he could keep the Italian mafia's family's mouth shut.

About more than an hour later, Franco's corpse finally arrived in Seattle.

Finley was afraid that his parents would not be able to accept his brother's death, so he dared not send the corpse home.

Instead, he sent the corpse to the funeral parlor first.

After that, he went to the funeral parlor in person to see his younger brother one last time.

Finley was deeply guilty and remorseful for Franco's death.

He felt guilty because he was the one who had brought Franco into his circle.

However, he had failed to protect Franco well. Franco had lost his life because of his involvement in his shady business.

When he saw Franco's corpse in the funeral parlor, he lost control and cried aloud while holding Franco.

Franco had summoned a forensic doctor over to the funeral parlor, and the forensic doctor hurriedly stepped forward and pulled him up.

He urged, "Master, you must control your emotions. Don't be too sad. Also, you'd better not touch Master Franco's corpse just yet. I have to try and find out if there are any useful clues." Finley finally let go of his younger brother's corpse and took a step back. He wiped away his tears and choked a little as he said, "Investigate it carefully! Don't leave any clues out!" "Understood, Master!"

The forensic doctor spoke respectfully and hurriedly accepted the task. Subsequently, he began a very detailed autopsy work.

He concluded that Franco had died from excessive blood loss due to a gunshot to his heart.

The forensic doctor deduced the sequence of how Franco had been shot to death by observing the condition of each wound and the subtle changes in the muscle near the wounds.

He reported to Finley upon the completion of his investigation. "Master, based on my observations, Master Franco was shot on his right leg first. Then, he was shot in his left leg and his private part next. Finally, hewas shot in his heart. It was a fatal gunshot wound."

Finley asked him, "Why was he shot on his right leg first?"

The forensic doctor answered, "When Master Franco's right leg was shot, his muscle was still relatively relaxed. You can tell that he wasn't prepared to be shot. However, his left leg's muscle is tenser than the right light. Perhaps he knew that he would be shot again before he was shot in his left leg. To conclude, his right leg was shot first before his left leg."

"Master Franco had words carved onto his forehead, and his face was also injured with him losing eight teeth. I'm presuming that his opponent knocked it out with his bare hands."

The forensic doctor paused slightly and stated his assumption, "Master, in my opinion. Master Franco must have been tortured in his last moments. The other party must have tried to interrogate him for information."

With the sudden revelation, fear

gripped his heart. Earlier, the bad news had come too suddenly one after another. Then, the group of Italians had hit him hard with their bribe demands. He was so

devastated that he had beenO

completely unable to think rationally.

Cold sweat poured down his body as he understood the forensic doctor's reminder.

Had his younger brother revealed his name to the other party before dying? If so, would the enemy target him next?

After all, the unknown enemy was ruthless. He had killed his younger brother and all the crew on the ship. He had also made more than eight hundred Italian mafias disappear without a trace.

He could conclude that the unknown enemy was far more powerful than him. If the unknown enemy came for him, he might not be able to resist at all.

Besides, the other party had killed so many people. There was no reason for him to stop after killing all of them. He would surely be on his wanted list as the shady business's mastermind.

As he thought of that, he fished out his phone at once and wanted to call his VIP number 1 for help.

Even so, he gave up on his idea immediately as soon as he grabbed his phone.

He then realized something. VIP number 1 might not necessarily help him particularly when he realized that the matter had already escaped his control. VIP number 1 might even choose to kill him to protect himself! Therefore, he decided to cover up this incident at all costs. This must not be known to his VIP customers!

Just as he was about to put his phone away, his phone suddenly rang. The caller ID 'VIPOOT appeared on the screen.

He was very anxious at heart. However, he stayed calm and answered the call.

He asked respectfully, "Mr. Fox, how can I help?"