Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 91 [The First Sword Sharpening]

early morning.

But it is the sunset of the Corleone family.

The Corleone family has been rooted in Winchester for over a hundred years.

They were fully involved in the creation of Winster.

They are Winster's original black mud.

But now, today, they have to leave this land.

This seems to be the fate that every surname cannot escape, prospering and then declining.

With the death of old Santi, the Corleone family name is no longer qualified to gain a foothold in Winchester.

If they are forced to stay, all that awaits them is erosion and division.

In the end nothing is left.

It would be better to hand over everything now while it still has some value.

Just like the Pauletta family back then.

But in comparison, the Porretta family has Ethan, while the Corleone family only has one woman left.

Old Santi's eldest daughter, a widow whose husband had died, Mrs. Talia.

She was unable to save her family and had no choice but to return to her hometown.

She knew very well what the most valuable thing in her home was, so she welcomed three guests early in the morning.

One of them, of course, was Bob Olde, the messenger sent by Ethan.

As for the other two people.

In fact, Bob is no stranger to it either.

One is Robert, the favorite student of the great lawyer Duval and a rising star in the legal world of Winston.

Duval is Sandro's personal lawyer.

They have been working closely together for more than fifteen years.

The other is Bob's acquaintance, his former boss, Murphy Dimel, the owner of the Dimel Law Firm.

He was invited by George, and the Evans family also has some influence in the Winchester community.

Seeing Bob, Robert didn't show any reaction. He looked up to the top of his head. In his opinion, today's victory could only belong to him.

Murphy laughed contemptuously: "Bob, what's the matter? I heard that you recently opened a law firm. Do you really think you are suitable for this job?"

"Murphy, don't you look down on the business in the black mud? Why are you running errands for George? By the way, is his hand okay? My boss asked me to say hello to George for him."

Bob is no longer the man who sat awkwardly in the conference room. His hair is even thicker than Murphy's.

Murphy was choked by his words. He didn't expect that Bob would be such a person today.

Just then, servants of the Corleone family arrived.

He asked, "Who among you three would like to go first?"

"Let me go first." Bob stood up directly.

This made Murphy curl his lips, but Robert still didn't care.

"By the way, I think you two can go back first, because..."

At this point, Bob remembered that wonderful afternoon, so the words came out of his mouth.

"I'll give him an offer he can't refuse."

Hearing this, Murphy's face turned very bad. He was simply allergic to this sentence.

Robert snorted contemptuously.

Bob followed the servant and quickly arrived at a reception room where a woman with her face covered with a black veil was sitting upright, holding a cup of coffee and waiting.

"Your boss killed my father, so there's no way I can make a deal with your boss."

As a result, before Bob even sat down, the other party started to ask him to leave.

Bob held out his hand and spread out his five fingers. "Five minutes, just give me five minutes."

Lady Talia stopped talking and just looked at him.

"My boss is also very sad about your father's death, but this is the law of the black mud. It's a life-or-death struggle. He died because of his greed."

Bob pointed this out bluntly and then said.

"But your brother's death was not like that. They all died of conspiracy and murder."

"Your brother was killed by George."

"You're talking nonsense." Mrs. Talia seemed a little angry.

"Clay from the Conti family can also prove this. He also tried to kill Clay and my boss's brother Vincent. He lost his hand because of this. You should have heard about it, right?"

Lady Talia did hear of this.

"If Dani was killed by George, then what about my little brother Pete? Why do you say he died from a conspiracy?"

"Good question. Think about it. Who is the one leading this San Quanti plan? Is it Sandro? If my young master doesn't return safely, who will be the ultimate beneficiary? Who will suffer the least in this incident?"

Bob spat out a stream of words.

These words made Mrs. Talia seem a little dazed.

"Mrs. Talia, do you usually read detective novels?" Bob suddenly asked.

"What?" Madam Talia was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Occasionally."

"Have you ever heard the saying, 'When you eliminate all impossibilities, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth'?"

Mrs. Talia couldn't help but put down her coffee, but some of it spilled.

"But……"

"Madam, my young master is the one who stands with you. He understands what it feels like to have a weakened family, and he needs friends. For this reason, he is willing to share the bootlegging business with you, madam. In the future, when the time is right, he may even be able to help the Corleone Family return to Winchester."

Having said that, Bob took a look at his new watch and tapped the dial.

"Five minutes are up. I have to go, ma'am. Here's my business card. If you've made up your mind, just call the number on it."

As he said this, he put down the business card and turned to leave.

Just as he reached the door, Mrs. Talia called him.

Another five minutes passed.

The Corleone family's servants came out and entered the living room.

Murphy thought it was his turn, and he was even ready to ridicule Bob.

Finally, the servant said apologetically, "I'm afraid there will be no further talks, my lady has already made her decision."

"What did you say?!" Murphy couldn't believe it.

He lost to Bob? That good-for-nothing guy.

Robert stood up and left immediately after hearing this, but from his steps, it could be heard that he was very angry.

By noon, Ethan received the contract from the Corleone family.

In fact, he didn't ask for much of the Corleone family's territory. He took whatever Sandro gave him.

The only thing he valued was the smuggling route, and he got it.

Now, that line, and the associated docks, are owned by the Porletta family.

The sword hidden in the sheath has already become a little faster and sharper.

But it is not enough, far from enough.

After reading all the contracts, Ethan said to Anya, "Let's go, we have to go to Winster University."

We have to continue to increase the investment.

There are two more gifts waiting for him at Winster University.

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(End of this chapter)