Chapter 348: I want the Wood family buried with me

With the explosion of the window glass, the singing stopped abruptly. Everyone understood what it meant. The little girl Julia looked blankly at the still burning house, and she kept singing the song her mother had been singing, as if if she kept singing, her mother would come back to life. Zhou Ming felt a pang of sadness in his heart, for the little girl Julia and for the poor woman Margaret.

They say that there must be something hateful about a pitiful person, but Margaret seemed to have none of it. She did not compete for the family inheritance, did not fall in love with a black man and have a child with him despite the racial barrier, and she just wanted to be a girl who did not fight with the world.

For the daughter of a large family, it should be the easiest goal in the world to just want to live happily, without getting involved in family politics. But then she met George.

If Margaret really did something wrong, then it must have been that she failed to see George's true colours, and it was George who ruined her life. From a princess in a big family, she was reduced to the lowest level of the poor, where even eating meat was a luxury. And now, George's son Wood has come and burned her to death in her own house.

Zhou Ming wondered how desperate Margaret must have felt after going through all those things back then. She probably even thought about death, but in the end, the child in her belly gave her a reason to continue living, or rather...hope.

Even today, in the last moments of her life, she has not forgotten to continue giving Julia hope, singing with all her life.

Thinking about this, Zhou Ming crouched down, hugged the little girl Julia, and said to her, 'Julia, your mother is the greatest and most beautiful mother in the world. I won't let her die like this. Brother Zhou Ming promises you that he will definitely avenge your death!'

The little girl still didn't react, and Zhou Ming sighed, then stood up and signalled to release Wood: 'Get lost. Take a message to your father for me: I will bury Lady Margaret with the Wood family and the entire Etruscan nation!'

Wood couldn't help but shiver at Zhou Ming's words, but he still grinned and said stubbornly to Zhou Ming, 'Are you joking with me? How dare you say that? I'm afraid you don't even know how big our Wood family is...'

Zhou Ming had no interest in engaging in a war of words with him, and coldly told him, 'Get lost!'

Wood could no longer withstand Zhou Ming's momentum. Upon hearing Zhou Ming's words, he immediately turned around and fled in disarray. Looking at his fleeing back, he said with great reluctance, 'It's really too easy on him to just let him go like this!'

Zhou Ming, however, said, 'I never said I would let him go. If I just shoot him now, that would be the cheapest thing I could do to them.'

At this point, the little girl Julia finally came back to her senses. She looked up in a daze and asked, 'Brother Zhou Ming, you will avenge my mother, right?'

Zhou Ming nodded and assured her very seriously: 'Yes, I will make all the bad guys pay the ultimate price. I will let this rotten and stinking city of Yitli bury your mother with you. Do you believe me?'

The little girl nodded firmly, 'If it's a promise from you, Brother Ming, then I completely believe you!'

It was about half an hour later before the fire brigade finally arrived, but it was because Wood had told someone to block the road that the fire brigade simply couldn't get through. And by the time they arrived, the fire in the house had basically already died down.

After Zhou Ming helped pay the fire fee, the firefighters rushed into the house and carried out Margaret's body. They were transported to the morgue by the ambulance that arrived shortly after, and after the forensic examination, they were buried at an appointed date. After all this was taken care of, it was already 11 o'clock at night, but Zhou Ming still contacted the mayor, Martin, as soon as possible.

'Hello, Mr. Zhou Ming, I have heard about Mrs. Margaret. I am very sorry to hear about this. Is Julia by your side? Please convey my condolences to her.' As soon as the call was connected, Martin's words came through.

'Thank you very much for your concern, Mr. Mayor. I will take care of Julia,' Zhou Ming continued, 'I'm sorry to bother you so late, but I still want to ask if you have time now? Julia and I will come over right now.'

Martin immediately said, 'Of course, I am always at the disposal of Mr. Zhou Ming. I think my villa is also large enough for Julia to live in.'

After hanging up, Zhou Ming let the car drive straight to Martin's villa. Half an hour later, Zhou Ming arrived. The butler greeted him at the door. Zhou Ming asked the butler to send the little girl Julia to her room before going to Martin's study.

Martin was sitting on his sofa. He motioned for Zhou Ming to sit down and said, 'Although I know it's inappropriate to say this at this time, I still want to say that it seems that Mr. Zhou Ming has already made a decision.'

Zhou Ming sat down on the sofa, looked across at Martin and nodded. 'I have indeed made a decision. I think that after seeing something like that, no one can remain indifferent. I don't know what you want me to do to save the blacks, but my aim is to make the Daewood family and the entire Etruscan bury Lady Margaret with them!'

Martin felt an inexplicable thump in his heart at the cold words. In fact, what Zhou Ming said sounded very unreasonable, but at this time, Martin looked at looking at Ming, he believed that Ming could definitely do what he said, no matter how unbelievable it was, even though he had only met him less than twelve hours ago.

Martin took a deep breath and extended his hand to Ming: 'If that is your goal, I think we can work together.'

Zhou Ming shook hands with Martin, who then asked: 'But although I have every confidence in your determination, Mr Zhou Ming, determination alone is not enough for many things. I need to know more specific ideas from you, Mr Zhou Ming.'

'My idea? The same as you did 13 years ago: drive the whites out of Etrile once and for all by creating unrest among the black community!' said Ming.

Martin looked at Zhou Ming with complex eyes and said, 'First of all, I need to say that the kind of behaviour you are talking about is punishable by life imprisonment. Secondly, I want to say that the approach you are talking about was proven to be ineffective 13 years ago.'

'That's because your approach is flawed,' said Zhou Ming. 'First of all, unrest is only one of the means, not the whole thing. Other public opinion and financial measures are the real sharp weapons that can strike the Daewood family. Otherwise, do you really think that hundreds of thousands of black people marching in the streets can bring down the Daewood family? Of course, the scale and location of the riots must be within our control.'

Martin took a deep breath and said, 'I understand. I believe Mr. Zhou Ming will definitely succeed!'

Zhou Ming shook Martin's hand and said, 'I am very confident about this, but riots cannot be started at will. I need to come up with the perfect script.'

After shaking hands again, Ming and Martin went back to rest separately. Of course, Ming went to the room arranged by Martin. Once Ming got back to the room, he immediately called the contact information Richard had left behind. The phone was quickly connected, and Zhou Ming said, 'I want the Daewood family to die. If you think this is a chance to turn things around, please come along!'

At this point, Zhou Ming, who was on the phone, didn't know that the script he wanted had already been delivered to him.

While Zhou Ming was working with Martin and Richard, the Wood on the other side had already returned to the manor. As the eldest son of the Wood family, he went straight to George's study.

Wood walked in, sat down in front of George and said to him, 'Dad, I've already settled things. However, when we did it, Chow Ming and that black bitch weren't in the house, so only Margaret was burned to death. Later, I saw that there were too many people at the door, so I didn't do it.'

After listening to Wood, George slowly took off his glasses and put down the book in his hands and said, 'Margaret, she is finally dead. I heard that she is now suffering from a very serious case of uremia and has no money for dialysis. That's really sad. I really should have let her die 13 years ago, that would have spared her a lot of pain.'

George then said to Wood, 'You did the right thing. Let Ming Zhou escape if he's lucky, but as long as he's still in Etruria, he'll have a chance.'

'Father, I don't think he can leave Etruria under the watchful eye of the great Wood family, can he?'

Wood laughed meaningfully, then thought of something else and said to George: 'But Father, that Zhou Ming really seemed to be angry about that bunch of old and ugly mother and daughter. He actually said that our Wood family would be buried with Margaret and scared me!'

'My boy, are you really going to be intimidated by such senseless and stupid words?' George said, "That was just a psychotic bluff. Even the bark of a dog would sound more refined than his.'

Wood laughed heartily, "That's true. So father, what should we do now?'

George put his glasses back on and said, 'My boy, you know that the golden eagle usually waits until the prey has flown up into the sky before he goes after it and bites it to death. So let him do whatever he wants, perhaps even give him a little hope at the right time, and then finally beat him to death.'

'That's great! I can't wait to see it,' said Wood.

It was 1 a.m. Outside Margaret's villa, a very formally dressed black man carrying a backpack arrived. He stared blankly at the villa, which had already collapsed in flames, and dropped to his knees.

'I'm sorry! I know I'm no longer in a position to say this to you, but I still want to say I'm sorry! It was obviously all my fault in the first place, but in the end I still wasn't able to protect you. I'm truly the world's biggest loser!'

'In fact, I should be the one going to hell. I should have gone to hell 13 years ago, but... I'm afraid of death, and I don't want to die, but now, screw that fear and cowardice! Now I should report to hell, but before I go, I think I need to do something I should have done 13 years ago!'

As if making a vow, he unstrapped his backpack and took out a gun. He gently caressed the gun's body, and tears involuntarily fell fell: 'I really am a bastard. If I hadn't been so cowardly, if I'd been braver, perhaps...today's tragedy wouldn't have happened, and I wouldn't hate myself so much.'