Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 108 [Three Visitors]

In the end, with Bob's mediation, Ethan was not taken away by Marvin for custody, but was transferred to the custody of the prosecutor.

This ensures that Ethan will at least not be lynched or subjected to other means by Marvin.

As to whether Ned had any involvement in this, it is not known.

Ethan was taken to the detention center in Winster.

This place belongs to the Court of Justice. It is safe, but not very comfortable.

There was nothing in the entire detention room except a hard bed.

But Ethan didn't care about that.

He sat on the hard bed, thinking about everything that had happened since last night.

too fast.

Everything goes too fast.

There was absolutely no warning, it came like a storm, hitting the vital point directly.

Even now, if Ethan wanted to think, he had to face a huge amount of fog.

But what is certain is that the foreshadowing had been laid since the Corleone family's acquisition of the smuggling line.

That seemed like the first victory, and it made Ethan relax his guard a little.

Afterwards, the charity dinner, San Quanti investment, and Ned's trust, step by step, Ethan felt that he was walking very steadily, and Sandro had no way to stop him, which contributed to Ethan's relaxation.

Until last night, Sandro even took the initiative to talk to him and told him those things in a gesture of surrender.

Even if Ethan didn't believe it in his heart, he couldn't help but feel a little shaken and relaxed.

In fact, all the counterattacks have been quietly running under the surface.

Is this the secret to your decades-long reign in Winchester, Sandro?
Ethan looked over the railing. There was a wall there, but what he saw was Sandro's lonely figure standing on a cliff thousands of feet high, with the sea roaring at his feet.

At this time, Bob walked into the detention room and brought food, water and blankets to keep warm.

"Master, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, how's it going out there?"

"The newspapers are very unfavorable to you. Many newspapers are reporting on your Mafia background. The information is very detailed and well-prepared. It's obvious that someone is behind this."

Compared with the previous series of events, this was actually expected and was just a side dish.

"As long as I can be acquitted, these are all minor matters."

"I'm sorry, Master." Hearing this, Bob couldn't help but lower his head, "If it weren't for me, I wouldn't..."

He was the one who negotiated the Corleone family's business, so naturally he felt a little guilty.

"Bob, don't be like this, you're great, you didn't do anything wrong." Ethan reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

No matter what the truth is about the Corleone family, it does not diminish Bob's excellence.

In fact, his performance in a series of events exceeded Ethan's expectations.

For example, this morning, if it weren't for him, Ethan would definitely have been taken back to the Prohibition Bureau by Marvin, and things might have been much worse.

All I can say is that the law is indeed useful.

Investing in Bob is absolutely right.

"Now let's focus."

"Yes, sir," Bob said after taking a deep breath. "As it stands, those ships do legally belong to you, after all, we signed the contract. But there's no way to prove that the liquor belongs directly to you. In fact, since the boatmen are dead, we can completely blame everything on them, saying they were smuggling liquor."

"If this is the plan, what are the chances of me getting away with it?"

"It's hard to say, because this was caught on the spot by the Prohibition Bureau. Even if there is a loophole, we will have to deal with it for a long time. It is foreseeable that you will probably stay here for one to two months."

"It's been too long." It was indeed too long.

Not to mention one or two months, even if it drags on for ten days or half a month, the situation outside will change.

Especially now that Vincent and Shadow are missing, there are only Anya and Velen at home.

Without mentioning Sandro, would George be content to be a good boy?
"unless……"

Bob thought for a moment and looked at Ethan.

Life in the detention room is extremely boring. There are only pale walls.

After eating something casually, Ethan leaned against the wall and took a nap.

Around two or three in the afternoon, a man wearing a red cloak walked into the detention room.

Ethan knew it was Sophia just by looking at her figure.

Sophia took off her hood, walked quickly to the railing, looked at Ethan anxiously, and asked, "Ethan, are you okay? Did they beat you?"

She looked a little haggard, probably because she was woken up in the morning and then heard a series of bad news, so she couldn't sleep at all.

"I'm fine, Sophia, are you okay? You look heartbroken." Ethan walked to the railing, smiled and patted the back of her hand gently.

Seeing Ethan looking calm and at ease, and able to comfort her, Sophia felt a little relieved. After taking a breath, she said, "Ethan, don't worry, I will help you. I believe in you. You will never do that kind of thing. Someone must have framed you... My father also believes in you, and he will help you."

When she said the second half of the sentence, she was obviously a little unconfident.

Obviously, Judge Ned didn't believe it that much, or didn't want to help Ethan.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have ignored the call this morning.

"Sophia, this matter is very sensitive. Ned will likely have to make the final decision. It's best not to put him in a difficult position. However, if possible, I do want to ask you for a small favor."

"What? You tell me, I will help you no matter what, and Dad will listen to me." Sophia gritted her teeth, with an expression of giving it her all.

"It doesn't have to be that serious, it's just..."

Ethan whispered his request.

Sophia nodded after hearing this.

After the two talked for a while, Sophia left reluctantly.

"I'll bring you some delicious food tomorrow..."

No one came until it was getting dark.

But just as Ethan was about to have dinner, someone finally arrived.

Clay.

Dinner was provided by the detention center, a pile of overcooked beans, a piece of black bread, and a bowl of porridge that could barely be called beef.

"Have you eaten yet? If not, have a bite. You know what, this thing might not be available outside."

Ethan put the plate on the railing and sat down cross-legged.

Clay also sat down cross-legged, picked up the brown bread, broke off a piece at random, dipped it in a little beef paste, and began to chew vigorously.

After he swallowed it completely, he said, "Believe me, I have no idea about this."

"So, where's Vincent?" Ethan asked, licking the sauce off his hands.

"I have no idea."

"Then can I still trust you?! Clay!"

Ethan grabbed the railing and pressed his face against it, staring into Clay's eyes.

(End of this chapter)