I! Cleaner!

The Lane family... is really going to end...

Seeing the old Duke with his neck bandaged and unable to even sit up, and could only half-lean on the hospital bed, all the nobles around him couldn't help but have similar thoughts.

After losing more than two hundred tribesmen in one night, and almost all the backbone members died, the old Duke, the only one who had the ability to stand up and turn the tide, suffered heart failure due to a cut in the blood vessels in his neck, excessive blood loss, and it seemed that he could only survive. I have no air left.

It can be said that the countdown to the collapse of the Lane family has completely entered. Except for the empty shell of a duke and the seat of deputy speaker of the House of Lords, everything else will be divided up by everyone present.

When thinking of this, the representatives sent by various noble families to "watch the ceremony" or "condolence" couldn't help but look at each other, showing tacit expressions to each other.

As one of the two pillars of the kingdom, the "legacy" of the Lane family is not unlucky. Even though everyone has been married for hundreds of years, they have a little bit of love, but compared with that huge "legacy", this little love is nothing. It's really not as good as a fart.

As long as the old Duke hands over the title and dies completely, countless mouths full of sharp teeth will reach out and eat up all the fat and lean meat of the Lane family, even the empty bones and frames. Licking until it's shiny!

These damn jackals! I would rather feed the benefits to the dogs than give them to you!

The old Duke naturally knew the style of these "in-laws" families very well. Looking at the pair of eyes that looked respectful but were actually full of malicious intent, a deep resentment could not help but appear in his cloudy eyes, which then swelled up. There was not much air left in his lungs, and he groaned heavily.

"Say it! I'm listening!"

When the butler next to him heard the snort, he immediately bowed down and put his ear to his mouth. The nobles also held their breath subconsciously, and the room instantly became silent.

After gasping for a few times, the old Duke finally managed to spit out a few words.

"Where is the first...first pick? Why...still...not...yet...oh..."

The old housekeeper naturally understood that the number one pick did not refer to the dead Bobby Lane, but the new number one pick after Lane's bloody night.

After a few quick conversations with the person in charge, the old butler neatly raised the old Duke's pillow to make it easier for him to vent his anger, and then began to report:

"He'll be there soon. The first pick is the closest. It's in the building next to this hospital. He will be there soon."

"Next door?"

"Well...next door..."

After hesitating for a moment, the old housekeeper told the truth:

"The current No. 1 pick was originally the No. 3 pick. Eight years ago, he had some conflicts with your brother... and Bobby Lane. As a result, he was hit on the back of the head with a stick. Although he was not alive, He died but was paralyzed and had no feeling below the collarbone, so he could only..."

"roll!"

I don't know whether it was because of the situation of the first heir or because he heard the name of the person who made him what he is now. The old Duke couldn't help but became furious and actually shouted intermittently.

"Let him...the number one...get out! The second one! The second one!"

second……

The old housekeeper gritted his teeth when he heard this, then came over again and whispered:

"Second... in the lunatic asylum, he and Bobby... competed with that man for the dominance of the arms company, and then he went crazy for some reason..."

Bobby Lane! ! !

After hearing this name again, the old Duke's heartbeat had almost dropped to forty beats per minute, and suddenly accelerated to over eighty, and a touch of blood appeared on his yellow and aging face.

damn it! Why are you in such a hurry? Obviously just need to wait! As long as you wait a few more years, the Ryan family will be yours! Damn you...

Thinking of his shrewd and capable brother, who deserved to be killed by a thousand cuts, the old Duke couldn't help but feel a deep pain in his eyes.

After he was injured when he was young and lost his fertility, he basically treated his younger brother as a son. Bobby Lane lived up to his expectations and used some tricks that he didn't quite understand to destroy many of his competitors. He successfully promoted his brother to the position of Duke, so the relationship between the two brothers has always been good.

But...but why are you in such a hurry?

I know you have wanted my seat for a long time, but why can't you wait even two years? Obviously everything will be yours after I die!

Thinking of his brother's betrayal to him, the old Duke's weak heart couldn't help but feel a dull pain, and he weakly said: "Three! Four! Five! Normal...is there anything...normal?"

"These three positions are quite normal, but they are not very suitable. You might as well call the people behind you..."

The old housekeeper explained helplessly:

"The third and fourth picks are a pair of twins. They are less than two years old now. The slightly younger one can't even bark. As for the fifth..."

"It's coming, it's coming! The fifth pick is coming!"

? ? ?

Why is he disabled again?

Seeing the wheelchair that appeared outside the door and Leon who was covered with bandages in the wheelchair, the old Duke, who had just recovered a little bit, couldn't help but his eyes popped out. He actually raised his hand, pointed at him and shouted to the old housekeeper:

"伱...don't you mean that three, four, and five are... all..."

"He just suffered some skin injuries and there was some infection in the wound, but he is a normal person."

The old duke nodded slightly after his cloudy eyes moved up and down and taking a look at Leon's situation.

Although he was also a patient, he looked like a normal adult, which was better than the four in front of him!

"Then... then him!"

Feeling that he was almost at his limit, the old duke insisted on the identity of the inheritor, and then ordered:

"Let him... roll over! I want to tell him how to deal with those... jackals... who covet the Ryan family..."

"This... why don't you look at it later?"

After hearing the old duke's choice, the old butler hesitated for a moment, and then suggested:

"He has black hair, not blond hair, and there are several people who have the right of inheritance behind him, so he doesn't necessarily have to be chosen from the first five..."

"Hmm?"

From the old butler's hesitant expression, he could see at a glance that he was hiding something from him, and the old duke couldn't help but look at him sharply.

"What are you...hiding...tell me!"

"..."

"Tell me now!"

Although he was a little worried about the old duke's ability to bear it, he had been forced to this point, so the old butler had no choice but to move closer and whisper in his ear:

"Your brother was killed by him."

? ! ! !

After hearing the old butler's words, countless complex emotions, like the Yellow River bursting its banks, instantly flooded into the old duke's heart.

Looking at this guy who killed his only brother and avenged him at the same time, the old duke's heartbeat suddenly doubled and doubled, and instantly soared to 160, and then he actually sat up from the bed, pointing at Leon who looked puzzled and shouted:

"You! You! You!... Ugh!"

The Lionheart Duke, dead.

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[Under the watchful eyes of the public, the Duke of Lionheart nominated you three times to inherit the dukedom, and you obtained the silver-level identity badge "Duke of Lionheart\