Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 57 [Destined Ending]

time.

3:03 pm.

Inside a speakeasy in the West End.

This place was originally the territory of the Cabrera family. Later, Palen handed over everything, and naturally it became the property of the Pauleta family according to the contract.

However, the manager has not changed and is still from the Cabrera family.

But compared to the ambitious Gary, the manager here, Scar Hunter, is obviously a fence-sitter who is content with a small fortune.

He was not highly regarded by Joan originally, so it didn't matter if he moved to Ethan's wing.

Loyalty is the least valuable thing in the black mud.

What's more, in the wave of bootlegging, the Pauletta family is the real trend-setter.

Thanks to the Pauletta family's huge bootleg liquor network, Scar Hunter made more money in this month than he could have made in the past two years.

That's why he loves Ethan so much.

He had a few complaints when he was first swallowed up, but now he can't wait to go to the Pauletta family's manor and lick Ethan's shoes.

Unfortunately, he doesn't even have such an opportunity.

So he is trying his best to make money and build relationships to see if he can get a seat at the Pauletta family meeting next month, even if it's just standing in the corner.

Five minutes past three.

Speakeasy bars are not the best time of the day; people tend to visit them in the evening after work.

So Scar Hunter is drinking by himself now.

It's going to snow soon, so I have to hurry and get another batch of goods. The cold will make people need wine even more.

Maybe it's time to raise the price, hmm... maybe double it.

Scar Hunter thought about it, with greed in his eyes, and was about to ask his men to open another bottle of wine.

The door to the bar suddenly opened.

The doorbell attracted Scar Hunter's attention. He turned around and saw a somewhat familiar face.

What's this guy's name...

Barry?

"Hey..." He opened his mouth and shouted.

The man who seemed to be called Barry had pulled out a gun from his windbreaker and pointed it at him: "Hunter, Gary asked me to say hello to you!"

"Bam—"

The bullet instantly penetrated his forehead, and then more intense gunfire spread throughout the underground bar.

At the same time, such raids were constantly being carried out in the former territory of the Cabrera family.

Maybe, the snow tonight will be blood red.

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time.

Half past three in the afternoon.

The dinner scene at the University of Winchester.

Half an hour had passed since Ethan walked into the studio.

While people were eating snacks and chatting outside, they couldn't help but look at the classroom by the sea in the distance.

Could that young man really pass Pubol's test?
I'm afraid it's difficult.

Because the questions Popol asked were really too difficult.

time.

What kind of proposition is this?

But it is indeed in line with his usual style.

That is the answer that no one can ever guess.

"Dean, do you have any ideas?"

In a corner of the crowd, several professors from the Winster School of Arts surrounded El and asked him questions in a low voice.

El tried hard to maintain his expression, but he couldn't hide the bitterness in his heart.

He was almost crying.

I originally thought that bringing in Ethan was a good move; he could rely on the financial resources of this mafia son to build up the art branch, and then maybe he could even have a glimpse of the principal's throne. But...

The counterattack came so quickly.

Ramon was indeed a difficult person for him to defeat, and with just a few random attacks, he basically cut off his path.

time……

What flowers can time draw?

El is not a complete fool. He has good artistic attainments, otherwise he would not be able to become the dean of the art department.

But he really had no idea.

Where's Ethan?
Although that guy seemed to have some talent, and Professor Hughes of the Kingdom Academy of Fine Arts praised him to the skies, who knew if that was also a letter of recommendation he bought with money.

"Trust Ethan, he... is a genius."

Although he said this, El was already thinking about his retreat in his heart. He absolutely did not want to and could not resign. How could he make amends?

headmaster?

Loren was chatting and laughing with Pubol, as if he didn't care about this matter at all.

Ramon...

Ramon was already coming towards him.

"El, I was wondering why I couldn't find you. So you were hiding here? Are you scared and want to run away?"

"Who wants to run away? Ramon, watch your words, this is not your office." El pretended to be calm.

"El, if you're really scared, just bow your head and admit your mistake to me, beg me, and maybe I'll consider letting you go."

Ramon came very close and spoke in a voice that was shared between only the two of them.

Admit your mistake...

El thought so for a moment, but looking at his subordinates, as well as the celebrities and students nearby, he really couldn't bring himself to do it.

If he admits his mistake, his reputation will be completely ruined and he will never be able to hold his head up in school again. What's the difference between this and resigning?
"Ethan will win, he's a genius." He could only hold on and hypnotize himself with such words.

"Genius?" Ramon seemed to be chewing on the word, and then his eyes looked towards the classroom in the distance.

Regardless of whether he is a genius or not, he will definitely lose today.

Ramon's mind flashed back to the late-night phone call he had received several days ago.

"Dean Ramon?"

"who are you?"

"I'm Lewis, Dean Ramon. Long time no see. I haven't seen you at the Little Boy Bar recently. I missed you a lot."

"I can not understand what you say……"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Dean Ramon, it seems your memory is not good. Let me help you recall. What was the name of the dead little boy, Toby? Oh, he died so tragically, the blood..."

“That’s enough, Lewis. If you want to use this to feed me for the rest of my life, I tell you, it’s impossible. Don’t force me…”

"I think you misunderstood, Dean. I'm here to discuss a business matter with you tonight."

"Business?"

"Is there a transfer student named Ethan Porretta in your school recently?"

This is indeed a good business.

Through one student, he may be able to do something that he has not been able to do for a long time.

In fact, what he had to do in this business was very simple, which was to let Ethan stay here for two hours at this time today.

As for the rest, he wasn't very clear on the details.

But two hours later, whether Ethan had produced any good work or not, he was done for.

What good is the work of an evil criminal, no matter how good it is?
Besides, he didn't believe Ethan could draw it.

Time, what kind of a proposition is that?

Artists are the most disgusting things in the world.

"Oh, Mr. Pubol, hello, I really enjoy your work."

Looking at Pubol who was slowly approaching, Ramon raised the drink in his hand.

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