In the early morning, the servant sent the doctor out.

Miston, who had just received treatment, leaned halfway on the sofa, feeling the faint pain from his shoulders, and the anger in Miston's heart was burning.

He could not imagine that he had been treated like this.

"A ordinary soldier dared to beat me!"

"hateful!"

Thinking of the resentment, Miston slapped the armrest of the sofa hard.

But immediately, he let out a sniffle.

The actions just now touched his wounds.

‘You have a fracture!’

‘You need to rest for a while, and, in order not to leave any sequelae, it is best for you to have your servants serve you in the first few days!’

The doctor's advice rang in his ears.

Suddenly, as if adding fuel to the fire, Miston's breathing became heavy and rapid.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

"I must make him pay!"

"I...huh?!"

Miston growled, and when he stood up and was about to do something, he suddenly found that there was an extra letter on the small coffee table next to the sofa.

With curiosity, Miston picked up the letter.

There is no signature on the envelope.

But the letter paper inside was filled with familiar handwriting.

Looking at the text above, Miston's eyes couldn't help but widen, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Then, he stared at the last address written on the letter paper, and his face became struggling.

Miston is not the only one struggling.

Many people also had the same expression.

Including Rat who wrote these letters.

"Is this possible?"

Harold paced in the room, and then the young man looked up and asked to Qin Ran again.

"OK."

Qin Ran gave the same answer.

"We were wanted because of His Excellency Herbert. They all knew about this. Moreover, they were not stupid. It would be difficult for us to get their support!"

Young people express their suggestions.

"We are right because His Excellency Herbert was wanted, but this is only seen by outsiders. In fact, some people do this because they are attracted to your father's wealth!"

"And, not only your father's!"

"All wealth similar to your father in Burr is coveted--last night's atrocities were a despicable temptation, and any rebel will be treated with the most severe, and then, it will be eaten up step by step!"

"If you don't want to end up like your father, you need to unite!"

Qin Ran said slowly.

"But what if someone uses other means to protest?"

"Once there is no response, it will only take time for us to do this!"

The young man asked worriedly.

"Trust me, Harold!"

"They will not protest with other means. Even if they want to do that at first, most of them will not do it after seeing your father's letter - people are afraid of death!"

"Even if there are those who are not afraid of death, they will only prove that everything your father said is right!"

"The guy who wants to lead me to the 'Carlhart Barracks' is definitely not a kind guy. In order to make the plan go smoothly, he will only use thunder to destroy those who stand out!"

Qin Ran explained in a constant tone.

After discovering that someone wanted the fisherman to benefit, Qin Ran thought of using the other party's arrangement to gain a group of allies.

What else is more suitable than the wealthy people who were beaten last night?

They are dissatisfied and capable of revenge.

Just give them a little sense of crisis, and these people will immediately appear in groups.

Qin Ran knew their psychology very well.

Just like when he got a piece of cake for the first time, he carefully hid it, fearing that he would be eaten by others.

At that time, when he looked at anyone, he would think that the other party was here to steal his cake.

Even if you are the kindest dean, you are full of guard against it.

Perhaps, it is a bit inappropriate to make the metaphor of the cake.

But there is no difference in essence.

The wealth of the rich and the cake of the poor are the same, and they are not allowed to be touched by others.

"Can……"

The young man wanted to say something, but Rat had already walked to him, patted his son's shoulder and pointed out the window.

As soon as the young man looked up, he saw a figure through the half-open window.

Despite the disguise, Harold still saw at a glance that it was Miston.

One of his father's friends.

"It's really here!"

The young man shouted in surprise.

Looking at his son's surprised look, Lat smiled.

Lat knew very well what kind of growth his son would achieve after this incident.

In fact, after Qin Ran said his plan, Lat thought it was feasible.

Even, it has an extremely high success rate.

Because, Rat knew those people too well.

He knew clearly how those people reacted after encountering such a thing.

So, after Qin Ran made his plan, he immediately actively cooperated.

However, what Rath didn't expect was that the effect would be so good.

"Look at it, behind Miston, there are a few guys!"

"It seems to be smoother than we thought!"

Lat pointed at his son.

Then, he turned his head and looked at Qin Ran.

There was undisguised admiration in his eyes.

Undoubtedly, the plan was successful!

For Qin Ran, a young man who is about the same age as his son, but is inhuman and has a very wise mind, Rut had no idea what to say.

Genius?

Rat commented in his heart.

"Let's see you next!"

Facing Rat's gaze, Qin Ran said this.

"certainly!"

"Leave it to me!"

Rut said with a smile.

...

"Sir, someone comes because of what happened last night..."

"Press it down!"

"Now everything is given priority to that plan!"

The soldier in uniform walked into an office to report, but before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by someone in the office.
To be continued...