Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 14 [Noon is Coming]

The news of Alberto's death spread throughout Winster at the fastest speed.

All major newspapers and radio stations in Winchester were competing to report on this incident.

On the one hand, it was indeed Anya who spent the money, and on the other hand, Alberto did have a profound influence in Winston.

As a mafia boss, he is not only famous in the underworld, but also has some connections in the political circles.

His death, the ups and downs of the Pauletta family these days, and Winster's series of killings in recent days became Winster's hottest topics for a while.

The topic kept revolving around one person, and that was Ethan.

Ethan Porletta.

The youngest son of the Pauletta family, it is said that he single-handedly saved the family from ruin.

He is a legend now.

Many people are waiting for tomorrow's funeral to catch a glimpse of him.

The next day arrived on time.

Just as the sky was getting light, a car had already arrived outside the Pauletta family's manor.

But by this time Ethan had already gotten up, washed up, and had a simple breakfast.

The first ones to arrive were the leaders of the Poletta family. Eugenides arrived very early, and his car was among the first five.

Because Alberto was not religious, or rather, most people in the New World were not very religious, Ethan did not invite anyone from the church.

Instead, according to the custom of Fengcui's hometown, the body was kept at home for a day, allowing relatives and friends to come and pay their respects.

Ethan changed into a black suit again today, with a white rose in his breast pocket. He stood in front of Alberto's coffin, waiting for visitors.

The leaders of the Poretta family arrived one after another, and Ethan was counting their heads silently.

So far, they were all familiar faces, and those he hadn't seen yesterday hadn't appeared yet.

Until ten o'clock, the person who was absent yesterday did not show up, but another person Ethan really wanted to see came.

First Mate Carlos.

He was dressed quite formally today, and it was obvious that he attached great importance to this funeral.

Last night, Ethan also asked Velen about Carlos indirectly.

He used to be a member of the Poletta family. He joined the family when he was about fifteen or sixteen years old. He was a bit old, so he was considered a peripheral member.

Originally, he and Alberto had little in common unless he could climb up and become the boss.

But one time, he got into trouble, a very tricky situation, the kind that almost cost him his life.

After hearing about it, Alberto still saved him and sent him out of Winster.

This was a great favor, so Carlos always remembered that he was also a branch of the Poletta family at sea in a sense.

"Master Ethan, I really didn't expect..." Carlos maintained his sadness very well. It was not a huge grief, but there was real sadness revealed.

"I had intended to visit you in the past two days, but I didn't expect Mr. Pauletta to leave like this."

"Things change all the time." Ethan shook his hand.

"Your condolences too."

"Please go to the garden and enjoy some food. I have something to talk to you about later."

Ethan did have something he wanted to talk to him about.

He would never forget the conversation between Joan and Fred that day.

Prohibition had begun, and this was an opportunity not to be missed.

After Carlos went to the garden, more people came. Most of them were no longer from the Pauleta family, but leaders of other families and people from all walks of life in Winster City.

And the heads of the five major families. The first to arrive was George Evans, the head of the Evans family.

He was not an immigrant from Fengcui, but a local native. His ancestors came to the New World a hundred years ago, and his family had a long history in the New World. However, coming to Winster was a matter of less than three generations.

Compared with the Maple Mafia, this local mafia's power is more in the business world, and its main business is real estate and various fashionable commodities.

It is precisely for this reason that he is very envious of the dock business. Opening up sea routes has always been the long-cherished wish of the Evans family.

George came up and exchanged a few words, expressed his sadness, and then went to the garden without mentioning Tony at all.

And Tony hasn't come yet.

Next up is the Corleone family.

They are genuine Fengcui immigrants, but they came earlier and even participated in the development of Winster, so they are very influential in the hotel industry. More than half of the luxury hotels in the North District are their properties.

However, the leader of the Corleone family is old, and the one who came is Dani, the second son of this generation of leaders and the actual heir.

Likewise, Dani made no comment on Francis's situation, only exchanging pleasantries and feigning sadness.

Francis still didn't come.

By eleven o'clock, almost all the important people in Winster City had arrived, and the funeral ceremony was about to end.

After the luncheon, Alberto will be sent to the cemetery and pass away after the ceremony.

At this moment, there was suddenly a noisy sound outside the door, a lot of discussions, and suppressed sighs.

Sandro is here.

Sandro finally arrived.

As the head of the Conti family, one of the five major families, the underworld saint Sandro should have attended this funeral.

Just from this sound, one can see the extent of Sandro's influence.

Along the way, people kept greeting him, and some wanted to get close to him and talk to him, but he didn't respond, and at most just nodded in greeting.

It was not until he entered the mourning hall that Ethan finally saw the face of the well-deserved emperor of the Winster underworld.

Sandro is surprisingly ordinary-looking; his face is the type that would be unrecognizable if thrown into a crowd.

He is also quite short and doesn't have that domineering aura at all.

When he walked, he even had a slight limp on his left foot.

But even such a person walked on the road, and no one dared to stop him. They automatically stepped aside and could only look up at him.

"Ethan, I'm so sorry I'm late. I'm so sad about your father's death."

Sandro slowly walked up to Ethan, shook his hand, and spoke in a calm tone.

There seemed to be some sadness in his words, but it also seemed as if there was nothing at all.

He didn't mention a word about Ethan killing Joan, breaking the ceasefire agreement, and subsequently killing Fred. After the greetings, he also walked towards the garden.

He held Ethan's hand without even exerting much force. His hands were cold and seemed to be sweating, making them feel damp.

Even sticky.

Watching the lame middle-aged man walk out of the mourning hall, Ethan couldn't help but squint his eyes, and then he also walked out.

The sunshine outside today is surprisingly good, so good that it is a little dazzling, which is definitely rare in Winter in autumn.

Ethan looked at the sun and suddenly asked Eugenides who was following him, "Is it almost twelve o'clock?"

"Almost, five more minutes."

Noon is approaching.

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