Facing the cold steel blade, Joe Carlos did not panic and collapse on the ground in terror like the other executed "traitors".

After all, he was a man of the Carlos Family, with blood on his hands and countless lives on his conscience. He might have anticipated the death that was destined to come.

The only thing Joe hadn't thought of was... that he would die at the hands of his own son.

So when he saw Jack and Soya, this father showed a moment of surprise.

However, speaking of which, even though the Carlos Family always talked about "family," in essence, they prioritized interests above all else, so incidents of kin slaying were not uncommon.

Fathers executing sons for power, sons poisoning fathers to rise to power—this was all too common in the Cartel Criminal Group.

Thus, after hesitating for a few seconds, Joe accepted this fact, lowered his head with a bitter smile.

He sighed and said to his son...

"I'm sorry, Jack."

"Your father is ultimately a useless guy."

"On the night your mom died from a rival gang's bullet ten years ago, I actually... already died, only a rotten shell remained, trapped in a 'cage', using alcohol to escape."

"Thinking back, I have lived a life full of failures."

"I wanted to save a friend who made mistakes when I was little, but I ended up only being able to take care of his corpse; I didn't want to kill, yet under the control of my elders, I pulled the trigger; I tried to save your mother, but was punched in the teeth by a rival gang leader and thrown in the garbage pit by the roadside like a dog..."

"Maybe your father is inherently a coward who doesn't dare to kill, just being pushed continuously by others, walking... walking... unable to achieve what he wants or does what he wants."

"I know what kind of person my son is."

"He is much more talented than I am, whether in physique or character, he is a model Carlos."

"But aside from me, no one knows that Jack Carlos is also a gentle boy who doesn't like killing at all..."

"Yes, a little guy who would cry for a week over the death of a pet hamster, how could he be a cold-blooded killer?"

"His nature is just like his sister's, inheriting his father's... kindness and tenderness... damn kindness and tenderness."

"I don't want to see my son follow in my footsteps, trapped in this damn cage all his life, doing things against his will, living a life that is not his own."

"I thought, as a father, I've been mediocre all my life, unable to do anything for my son and girl..."

"Since that's the case, I might as well let them leave the family, and I will take all responsibility."

"But I still failed, haha, Jack, your dad is just such a useless old man."

With that, Joe did not let Jack do it directly, but turned around with difficulty and smiled at the Patriarch.

"Old brother, I understand, the family won't tolerate my 'mistakes', much less let me have a way out."

"I'm not afraid of death, but you know, I'm an old drunkard, if there's no wine to drink after I go to Hell, that would be terrible."

"I have hidden a cup of wine in my room, the last hand-made malt wine from Qilin Winery before it was controlled by an oligarch, I usually cannot bear to drink it. But now my head's about to roll, hiding it has no meaning."

"Please help me fetch it, I want to be a drunken ghost."

The Patriarch hesitated for a moment at this request, but still did not refuse.

After all, although the Carlos Family had long lost true dignity, they still needed to maintain a semblance of "kindness."

The wine Joe treasured was eventually retrieved.

The golden liquid shone like transparent amber pearls, exuding a rich sweet barley fragrance and an indistinct herbal freshness, making the mouth water.

Even Jack, who usually wouldn't touch alcohol, couldn't help wanting to taste a few sips.

But Joe refused with the reason that youngsters shouldn't drink...

How ridiculous, he himself started drinking heavily at a young age of ten years and was soaking in alcohol every single day by eighteen... And now he actually tells his 24-year-old son not to drink.

Jack also found it somewhat baffling at the time, but since it was his father's last wish, he still did not touch the wine.

Joe swallowed the alcohol and contentedly put down the glass.

The Patriarch, who also drank, ordered Jack to do it, not to waste time any longer.

But just as the Patriarch gave the order, he suddenly went weak in the knees, and sat down on the ground along with a few elders who witnessed the execution, blood flowing from their eyes, noses, mouths, and ears.

Having drunk the most, Joe had already leaned backward, stopping his breath, but a smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

Jack finally understood.

That wine may have been Joe's treasured gem, but it was also the poison he used to end his suffering.

The malt wine had a peculiar bitter burnt taste, capable of covering the irritating gas from herbs, and because of this, Joe was able to hide as much as 10 grams of ricin toxin in the wine.

This was a plant extract often used for assassination, extremely toxic with a gram enough to kill nearly 2000 people...

And 10 grams was enough to severely wound an average Apprentice Death God.

Ordinary people and even those with a genetically enhanced physique couldn't withstand the power of ricin toxin.

Joe intended to use this method for self-conclusion, so Jack wouldn't need to bear the guilt and pain of "patricide."

At the same time, he might have intended to use the poison to take down the true culprit who trapped him and his children in a cage all their lives — the Patriarch.

But the Carlos Family Patriarch, after all, was the head of a family, his body was already extensively mechanically reconstructed. Although downed by the toxin, it would not take his life.

However, it completely tore off his veneer of hypocrisy.

He never imagined a drunken fool would dare to use poison in front of him, even causing him such a disgrace!

This was contempt for him and the dignity of the Carlos Family.

He roared in anger, ordering Jack in a shrill and sarcastic voice to tear the damned Joe to pieces as a warning to others.

Jack stood once again at the crossroads of fate.

Although dealing with a corpse was undoubtedly much easier than facing a living person, cutting open his father's flesh with a knife, tearing an intact person to chaos was still unacceptable to Jack Carlos.

But he knew he had no other choice, or rather the Carlos Family had not given him a second option.

Defying orders would be considered as betraying and punished the same.

Either... he obeys orders and uses a knife to shred Joe here; or he himself would be shot to death, along with his sister Soya.

This was why the Carlos Patriarch brought Soya here as well.

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