102: Chapter 27: Turning his hand into clouds, and overturning his hand into rain, is a great power!
(4000-in-1)_2 102: Chapter 27: Turning his hand into clouds, and overturning his hand into rain, is a great power!
(4000-in-1)_2 He was dressed in a fitted suit, a smile on his face as he stood beside his father, looking every bit the young gentleman.
“Come, dear, say hello to everyone!”
Joel gently stroked his younger son’s head, signaling the boy to chat with the reporters.
“Hello everyone, my name is Demon Dracula, I’m my father’s youngest son, and the one who was kidnapped is a fake!”
Upon hearing this last sentence, Joel’s expression changed slightly, but then he quickly regained his composure, as if nothing had happened.
The chairman of the Biomedical Company, who seemed every bit the caring father, waved his arms to indicate the reporters should stop taking pictures.
“Haha, there are too many people, I’m afraid I might frighten my baby.
I’ll have the servants take him down first.”
Understanding Joel’s orders, two servants quickly stepped forward and led Demon away by the hand.
“Ladies and gentlemen of the press, do you have any other questions?
Let’s not talk about those shameful rumors anymore, any other questions?”
As a giant Biomedical Company, the Dracula Group had a wide range of business interests, and the reporters were not going to miss such a good opportunity to ask questions.
Dracula, how is the progress of the prime editing technology that your company is researching in collaboration with the Saint Shamitte Homeless Children’s Research Hospital?”
Dracula, what is your opinion on the full implementation of the legalization of organ trade in Iran?
Does Dracula Biomedical have plans to set up a branch in Iran?”
Turning his hand over is like commanding the clouds, and flipping it is like directing the rain.
This is the power of the great.
This little storm didn’t even warrant Dracula flipping his hand.
The music continued, the dance went on!
On the West Coast of America, it was 7:30 PM, and Dracula Manor was still bustling with guests!
Standing in a corner of Dracula Manor, having witnessed the entire press conference, Tonks felt a chill run down his spine.
Although the crowd was abuzz with excitement, he broke out in a cold sweat.
“Tonks, Dracula’s youngest son has been kidnapped.
Little Dracula’s safety must be ensured!
If anything happens to little Dracula, you will have no future on the West Coast.”
“BOSS, I’ve seen the scene firsthand.
The car belonged to Dracula Group, the driver and bodyguard were both taken out with a single shot, and fingerprints of a child were found on the back seat.”
“Old Tonks, this is Dracula, Joel Dracula.
Ah, this matter is quite troublesome and will require more of your attention.
As for the kidnappers, we can negotiate the money.
If the child comes back safely, I certainly won’t forget your help!”
Tonks, that group of kidnappers indeed took a child into the library.
This much is certain.”
Tonk’s memory of the scenes during the press conference was crystal clear.
The well-dressed little boy, his strange declaration.
“The one who was kidnapped is a fake!”
Joel Dracula’s words were also quite interesting.
“I’ll have the servant take him down first.”
Why would a teenager need to be led away by the hand by a servant?
Closing his eyes, Tonks tried not to think about these things, but the moment when Dracula looked at him coldly resurfaced.
“No need to say it, the kidnappers are just spreading rumors, that child is not my son!”
If he’s not your son, why did you call and ask me to handle it properly?
If he’s not your son, why did you have the Democratic Party’s congressman push me to do it?
If he’s not your son, why did you use a security vehicle for his transport?
Tonks didn’t know what had happened to America, why there were so many odd things happening.
“Gru, hurry up and get rid of the kidnappers, can you do it?”
Tonks was really tired; he was sixty now.
Having been a cop all his life, this old man finally felt a bit resigned today.
If he couldn’t figure out the West Coast, why should he bother branching out into politics?
To become the boss of the white-collar gang within the Saint Rodu police force, Gru was no ordinary man.
He sensed a certain fatigue in Tonks’s voice.
Tonks, I will do my best, but you also need to take care of yourself.”
Gru didn’t say he surely could do it, he just laughed it off.
But his concern for Tonks that came afterwards was genuinely heartfelt; the forty-year-old big man even managed to squeeze out a bit of a sob.
Tonks, when I joined the police force in Saint Rodu it was in ’99, almost twenty years ago now,
I remember, at that time, you were the LAPD’s best supervisory officer.
It was under your influence that I slowly grew into a qualified police officer.
You are at such an advanced age now yet still working so hard for the safety of Saint Rodu.
You really must take a good rest.”
Listening to Gru’s words over the phone, for the first time, Tonks felt that this troublemaker wasn’t all that bad.
With one flicker of thought, the sky and earth felt wider.
Having extinguished the thought of crossing into politics, Tonks realized if he was going to retire outright, he would have to leave a stronger legacy in the police force.
He wasn’t without a direct lineage, but who would complain about having too many descendants?
“Gru, you’ve been doing a good job these last two years, and this kidnapping case is also your opportunity.
The chief at Niangniang Temple station has overstepped his bounds, you understand, don’t you?”
Tonks’s change today was so great that Gru wasn’t sure if this old dog was playing him.
He was simply probing; would old Deng really hand over such a big responsibility directly?
After a moment of thought, Gru responded.
Tonks, did you watch the press conference at Dracula Manor?”
“Of course, all those were rumors before.
The kidnappers grabbed the wrong person; they’re just a bunch of idiots.”
“Are you sure Little Dracula wasn’t kidnapped?”
“It was all clarified during the press conference.
Just do what you have to boldly, I’ll have your back if there’s pressure.”