Alonso’s arms had already been strangled to the point of leaving red marks.
After being untied, he still sat in the chair for a long time before he raised his arms and loosened the bones, catching the remnants of nails that were still tinged with a light shade of blood.
He slowly raised his bloodshot eyes and looked at Paige in front of him, quickly withdrawing his gaze.
He didn’t dare to look again.
Alonso stood up from his chair and walked out step by step.
Even though he was no longer the owner of JT, the members still knelt down on one knee to the ground when they saw him come out, including Justin.
As soon as he walked out, all the members in the dungeon knelt down.
“…”
The Folsom family members turned their heads to look at him. Compared to their tolerance for Paige, when they saw Alonso, their eyes were filled with hatred and anger.
Beinice clenched her teeth, glaring at Alonso hatefully, her fingers tightening around the gun, wishing she could kill him with one shot.
This was the man who had married his sister and joined the Folsom family’s revenge scheme. As a result, all these years, he had been an onlooker to the Folsom family’s ridiculous revenge…
No, not an onlooker.
Maybe marrying his sister was also part of JT’s plan, to keep the Folsom family in check!
Many members fell to the ground, and the thin streams of blood flowed on the damp ground, all the way to Alonso’s feet.
Alonso stopped and silently followed the blood on his toes, looking at one JT member after another fall to the ground, their lives unknown.
He looked at them fixedly before continuing on his way.
“Mr. Alonso…” Justin knelt down and looked up at him.
Enrico stood to one side, watching with cold eyes.
“Justin, release everyone who should be released, and I will keep JT,”
Alonso said in a deep voice, his shadow casting a faint shadow on the calm surface of the central river.
On hearing this, Paige raised her eyes.
Justin frowned, a little unwilling.
“Alonso, are you admitting that you are JT’s current owner?” Brangelina coldly looked at the man in front of her and asked.
Alonso stood there, not looking at Brangelina, and simply said, “Go.”
“Go?”
A member of the Folsom family was greatly angered by this and rushed out of the crowd, drawing a pistol and pointing it at Alonso. He roared, “A hundred years ago, JT almost wiped out my entire Folsom family, but they still retained their power and have tormented us for generations. Now they can’t even let us live a good life, and they want to massacre us again! We have been carrying this grudge for a hundred years, and someone has to give us an explanation today!”
Alonso’s face showed no expression, “How do you want to settle this? You want to massacre everyone in the JT?”
“Shouldn’t we?” the Folsom family member yelled.
As soon as the words fell, Alonso suddenly turned his head and looked directly at the Folsom family member.
His bloodshot eyes were still pure black, and he looked past them with almost no emotion, but it seemed to have an alarming power.
Paige had never seen Alonso like this before.
On the lake where the Davis family had retreated, Alonso had a scruffy beard and lived a drunken life;
in The Capital, he shed his disheveled appearance and became a handsome middle-aged man who bought her piles of pink toys and cooked for her…
And now, all the JT members were kneeling before him, and he didn’t look uncomfortable at all. He had an expressionless face, but was still aloof.
This gaze was awe-inspiring.
Paige was shocked, and when she looked at the Folsom family member again, the anger on his face had gradually turned into a kind of blankness during the few seconds of eye contact.
The next second, Alonso raised his hand and slid it across his brow, leaving a bloody smear when his hand left. The Folsom family member’s gaze was even more dull, and he just stood there.
“Go back,” Alonso said emotionlessly.
The Folsom family member lowered his hand holding the gun and slowly walked back.
Brangelina and Beinice exchanged a look, both shocked.
It turned out that Alonso also had this hypnotic ability.
Enrico stood there looking meaningfully, a curve on his thin lips, “Interesting.”
He already knew about these hypnotic techniques, which included smoke and a wound on the forehead to apply medicine directly, plus years of mental control, which could easily hypnotize someone in a short period of time.
Justin was the best at JT’s forces, but even so, he had to use medicine first and then exert mental control to hypnotize someone.
However, Alonso was obviously better at mental control. He could make someone lose in the moment they locked eyes, and applying medicine was a second move.
This level should also be above Justin’s.
Without blindfolds, even if JT had twice as many people, they still couldn’t hold Alonso.
With such abilities, Alonso was actually able to hide it all those years ago without teaching him.
“…”
Paige was silent. Those zaibatsu suicides were all related to Alonso, and in order to hide the truth, he desperately tried to cover it up.
Beinice came back to his senses and glared at Alonso angrily, “Alonso, what do you mean?”
“Brother Beinice,” Alonso moved his lips.
“Don’t you dare call me Brother Beinice!” Beinice said angrily.
“I won’t touch you, but you… don’t even think about touching JT.”
Alonso didn’t look at Beinice, just said this lowly, and commanded Justin, “Where’s Blanca? Hand her over and let everyone leave.”
“No way! If they go out, they’ll know where we are, and the Folsom family will definitely retaliate. The master worked hard to build this up, and you want them to destroy it?” Justin looked at Alonso with some agitation.
“I said, let the person go,” Alonso said word by word.
Justin still refused, kneeling on the ground and clenching his teeth.
Alonso looked down at him, and Justin panicked for a second, quickly averting his face.
Alonso looked down at him condescendingly, reached out and grabbed his neck, slowly tightening his grip expressionlessly, forcing Justin to look up and meet his eyes.
Justin painfully raised his eyes to look at Alonso.
Alonso looked at him and said, “Justin, you should understand that I am willing to be under house arrest here to calm this down, and I don’t want to hurt any of you.”
“…”
Justin’s entire face turned red from being strangled.
“But you shouldn’t have touched her,” Alonso said, holding his neck with one hand and brushing his brow with the other.
Paige didn’t know how he did it, but a bloody line immediately appeared on Justin’s forehead, and his eyes slowly became vacant, devoid of all previous emotions.
Alonso slowly released his fingers, looked down at him, and spoke in a flat tone.
“Where is Blanca?”
Justin remained kneeling, his lips moving. “I don’t know. Jared and I discussed it. In case things went south, Jared would keep Blanca in custody alone as our last bargaining chip. So, I won’t ask where he would hide her.”
Paige pursed her lips.
She finally understood why JT had two bodyguards, but only Justin had always appeared.
Jared should be the other big manager.
What a calculating plan. One person started it all, and the other person is behind the scenes, quietly holding Blanca captive.