The next morning.

There was no light in the dark basement, and only a silver candlestick on the table provided the only light source.

Jean Dubarry's eyes were bloodshot, staring blankly at the shaky little flame that might be extinguished at any time.

Just like the previous frightening nights, Jean Du Barry still stayed up all night.

Even though his brain was as sleepy as rust, Du Barry didn't feel sleepy at all, and he didn't dare to feel sleepy at all.

He thought hard all night but still couldn't figure out what Bonaparte wanted to do.

"Damn Bonaparte! How dare he kidnap me so blatantly!"

Jean Dubarly chattered his teeth and asked again in his heart:

"Isn't he afraid that I will report his despicable behavior after I get out?! He can't keep me here forever. And although the Duke of Richelieu wants to kill me, he definitely doesn't want to see this Bonaparte take action against me. He

You will definitely find a way to get me out..."

Thinking of this, Jean Du Barry encouraged himself through hypnosis again, believing that Duke Richelieu would be able to rescue him soon.

After leaving, Jean Du Barry firmly believed that the entire upper class in Paris would be shocked by Lawrence's despicable behavior without any bottom line, and the Duke of Richelieu would also use this as an excuse to launch a round of verbal criticism against Lawrence.

"Damn Bonaparte, you damn Corsican barbarian!"

Jean Dubarry yelled, venting his pent-up dissatisfaction and collapse:

"After I get out, let me see if you can still laugh?!"

At this time, there was a sound of turning keys at the basement door, and then the heavy wooden door was slowly pushed open with a harsh creaking sound.

It was still Lawrence and Grosso who pushed the door open.

Lawrence casually hung the bronze key on his waist. Naturally, he heard clearly what Du Barry had just roared.

But Lawrence just smiled and shook his head and said:

"Good morning, Monsieur Du Barry, it's great to see you so full of energy so early in the morning."

"Hey hey hey"

Grosso also laughed sinisterly twice, and then said:

"It's great. What sailors like most are energetic prisoners. They are the rare fun in a boring voyage. Of course, they themselves shouldn't feel very happy."

Jean Dubarry sat there blankly, his mind going blank.

Even though he himself was considered a ruthless gang leader, he still couldn't control his whole body trembling in front of this ferocious scar-faced man.

"Don't scare him, Grosso."

Lawrence stepped forward and patted Du Barry on the shoulder, saying:

"I just want to ask you a few questions. If you cooperate well, we can save a lot of trouble."

"You...just ask."

Jean Dubarly glanced at Grosso, who was still grinning, and said shiveringly.

"Who ordered the attack on the outskirts of Versailles that night?" Lawrence asked directly.

Jean Dubarry shuddered, turned his head to the side, shook his head stiffly and said:

"I am not sure."

Despite his extreme horror, Jean Dubarry did not dare to reveal who was responsible for the attack.

After all, he still believed that Duke Richelieu could rescue him, and once Duke Richelieu learned that he had confessed his grandson, he would definitely kill him by force regardless of Madame Du Barry's plea.

Between the current physical pain and the rest of his life, Jean Du Barry gritted his teeth and chose the latter.

After hearing this answer, Lawrence narrowed his eyes slightly and patted Du Barry heavily on the shoulder.

Lawrence was convinced that the mastermind of the attack was Count Falcone, so this question was only used to test Du Barry's willingness to cooperate.

And it is obvious that Jean Du Barry does not want to cooperate with him.

Lawrence winked at Grosso calmly, and the latter laughed twice before walking out of the basement with understanding.

"Are you really not sure? Monsieur Du Barry."

Lawrence walked to the table, replaced the candle on the candlestick that was about to burn out, lit it, and said calmly:

"Even my coachman knows that there is a gang leader called the King of Beggars in the slums of Paris. People even say that you have an unclear relationship with the King of Beggars."

Jean Dubarly closed his eyes and shouted:

"I don't know anything! I'm just an honest businessman. Your Majesty Bonaparte, the King of Beggars' attack on you has nothing to do with me!"

"oh?"

Lawrence put the candlestick back on the table, walked slowly behind Du Barry, and asked softly:

"Mr. Businessman, how did you know that the person who attacked me was the King of Beggars?"

"I..."

Jean Dubarry's eyes widened, his face turned pale, and he was speechless, unable to speak a word.

Lawrence glanced at Du Barry's embarrassed expression and continued to whisper:

"Could it be that someone told you? Let me think about it...the only big shot close to you is the Duke of Richelieu, right? Could it be that the Duke of Richelieu has something to do with this attack?"

"

Jean Dubarly, who had just fallen into the language trap, learned wisely this time. He tightened his lips and said nothing, but kept shaking his head to express that he did not know.

Jean Du Barry also understood at this moment that this hateful Bonaparte was definitely going to use him against Duke Richelieu.

Du Barry had only one thought at this time, which was not to speak under any circumstances. As long as he survived this period of time, he would definitely be rescued when the Duke of Richelieu noticed that he was missing.

On the contrary, in Du Barry's view, as long as he said anything unfavorable to Duke Richelieu and was recorded by this Bonaparte, even if he was finally released, he would just go from one hell to another.

Of course, what Jean Dubarry never imagined was that Lawrence had no intention of using his confession to make a fuss.

And Lawrence's questions were just used to gradually break down Du Barry's psychological defense.

Seeing that Jean Du Barry was silent in front of him, Lawrence did not press him anymore, but just looked at him with a smile, silently waiting for Grosso to come back.

Jean Du Barry looked at Lawrence with uneasiness and fear. Although the young man's smile was elegant and warm, it only made Du Barry feel a shiver from the inside out.

Soon, the heavy wooden door was pushed open again, and it was Grosso who came back.

He was holding a large bucket in his left hand, and there was a square towel hanging beside the bucket.

And behind Grosso was a weak and thin man, wearing a rag-like shirt, who followed behind Grosso timidly, not daring to leave even a step.

This is none other than the current King of Beggars, Oga Kumas.

At Lawrence's request, the Duke of Choiseul also directly agreed to secretly send him to a mansion on the Champs Elysees and imprison him.

Although Lawrence imprisoned Oga in a room and did not allow him to leave, he also specially allocated a spacious and comfortable guest room for him.

This made Oga, who had been living in sewers and dungeons, feel like he was in heaven.

Sleeping on a big bed covered with velvet, with food and drinks provided, and no need to do anything, he felt that this was a blessing rather than a prison.

"This is...?"

Jean Dubarly frowned and looked at Oga next to Grosso.

Even from a few meters away, Du Barry could smell the stench on his body, and could clearly see the dirt and caked hair on Oga's body.

"The untouchables in the slums, the poorest category."

It didn't take Jean Dubarry a second to know which class Oga belonged to.

Oujia also looked at the tied-up man in front of him curiously. He didn't know why the adult brought him here to see this man.

"Introduction, Oga."

Lawrence put his hand on Oga's shoulder without disdain, pointed at Jean Du Barry and said:

"This is Mr. Du Barry, Jean Du Barry. You should know him, right?"

"Jean Du Barry?!"

Oga turned his head and looked at Lawrence in disbelief. This adult didn't mean to be joking at all.

Although Oga has never dealt with Du Barry, as a member of the underground world, he is not unfamiliar with this name at all.

This Du Barry owns more than 20 casinos, brothels, shops, and taverns, and has hundreds of thugs and gangs under his command. His reputation in the underground world is known to everyone.

And this is not all his power, he has also secretly funded many gang organizations like he funded the King of Beggars to do those shady things for him.

Not to mention that it is rumored that Jean Du Barry also has a big nobleman as his backing, which allows him to run rampant in the underground world of Paris without any hindrance, and no one dares to oppose him.

And such an old man is now imprisoned in Monsieur Bonaparte's basement with chains all over his body like a dead dog?!

Oujia almost couldn't breathe, and it took a while to recover and accept this reality.

"You should know him, right?" Lawrence continued to ask.

"No, how do I know such a person..."
To be continued...