American variety show: The Godfather, the Peace Ambassador, what the heck?

Chapter 61 The High Table with 12 Seats
O-Ren Ishii's background is highly similar to Luca's, and even their future goals are quite similar.

But her past was worse than Luca's. When she was nine, she witnessed her parents being murdered by gangsters. The samurai sword that pierced her mother's body also pierced the bed frame, nearly killing her as well, as she was hiding under the bed.

From that moment on, she vowed to take revenge.

She has now successfully eliminated her enemies and become a top international assassin. Her next goal is to inherit her parents' former gangster empire.

Luca's father, Greco the Elder, was arrested for murder and sentenced to more than ten years in prison, but he was assassinated not long after he entered the prison.

In some ways, the two are quite similar in background; both are assassins, one aspiring to be a godfather, the other wanting to unify the Tokyo underworld.

Luca felt that they should have a lot in common.

Just as Luca was pondering this, the panel popped up.

You provided clues and assisted the FBI and police in quelling the chaos at the "Joe & Mary" club, maintaining peace within the establishment.

[Gain Skill Points x10]

[Gained 5 Skill Fragments]

Not bad!

Thank you Denham and Richie for the gift!
The entrance of the clubhouse.

Denham is helping his colleagues clean up the mess.

Richie and David were also helping.

McLean sat next to the ambulance, enjoying the bandages applied by the paramedics—the young girls were terrified by the bloodied figure, but upon closer inspection, they found it was all superficial wounds and nothing serious.

"I heard you single-handedly stopped a gang shootout," the medic asked curiously. "It was my first mission, and I ran into such a capable cop like you."

McLean had a bit of a toothache. He had fought with a crazy Japanese woman for ages, even chipping his knife, but in the end, she still managed to get away.

Outrageous!

But then again, that was the strongest individual fighter McClain had ever fought, bar none.

It's said that the pigeon is also very strong, but I've never fought it, so I don't know its strength.

“I wish I weren’t so powerful,” McKlain sighed. “I wish the world would never need my help again. Ouch!”

McLean tensed up: "What are you doing?"

"I'll disinfect it for you."

"This might hurt a bit."

"No pain."

"Ouch!!! Didn't you say it didn't hurt?!"

"David, I think I'll resign once this incident is over."

Richie leaned against the police car door, looking at the clubhouse with a sigh, taking a long drag on his cigarette.

"Afraid of experiencing what happened tonight again?"

“Not entirely.” Richie shook his head. “Before joining the drug squad, I was already preparing for the bar exam. I was planning to become a lawyer when someone from Washington suddenly appeared and invited me to participate in the drug operation. This drug operation was just a side story. I will still become a lawyer afterward.”

"I thought you wanted to dedicate your life to the fight against drugs."

"I'm not that selfless and great; I'm just doing this because of my own obsession."

Richie shook his head, his mind filled with memories of being ostracized at the police station, doing the right thing but being suppressed by the righteous police.

He couldn't swallow this insult and was utterly disappointed with the police station.

To achieve his goal, he has spared no effort to win this war, even going so far as to collude with the Mafia.

Even if I have to quit, I'll take a bunch of corrupt cops from the police station with me to hell.

“Dude, your sarcastic remarks are making me think being a cop is pointless.” David patted him on the shoulder. “Cheer up. We can still choose to do some right things. Look at Old Pigeon, he’s a mafia member and he’s still defending peace, hahaha.”

Richie chuckled. "I hope so."

Inside a safe house on Long Island.

"Private Marseille! Mr. Greg!"

Oren Ishii sat on the floor, bowing deeply to Luca in apology, "I underestimated the enemy's strength; my recklessness led to the failure of this assassination attempt."

She buried her head in her hands in repentance, her voice filled with sincerity and remorse.

Having successfully assassinated many gang leaders, she had never failed and was extremely confident in her abilities.

This mission seemed simple to her. But she never expected things to get so complicated tonight. She still couldn't figure out how the assassination had suddenly turned into a gang shootout, or why that man, McLean, was so powerful.

His own men were inexplicably killed in large numbers.

It was a complete and one-sided defeat.

Luca listened silently to her apology.

He now understands that Deadly Viper was commissioned by Dominic to assassinate Garant and Richie, and that old man Bill was the bridge between them.

But Luca wasn't quite sure what kind of agreement Bill and Dominic had—whether they were jointly supporting Frank's operation of the New York drug market, or if there were some other exchange of benefits.

The fact that Bill, that idiot, supported Ishii Oren in competing for the Tokyo yakuza boss position might mean he's interested in the New York underworld.

“Ms. Ishii, you only received a request from Dominic, right?” Luca suddenly asked.

"Your boss invited us to his estate for half a day."

It was El who spoke. She glanced at Luca and scribbled in her notebook. "Bill even asked us to come and work with you. He knows you, Mr. Butcher, but our Miss Hundred-Pace Snake didn't take you seriously."

“Private Marseille.” Ishii Oren apologized again. “Mr. Greco, I did not mean to offend you. I am willing to apologize for my failure.”

Luca's gaze was unreadable, and he hummed in agreement, "I understand."

He couldn't help but feel a pang of regret; if he hadn't intervened, these assassins might have actually managed to kill Richie and Galant.

Who can stop Ishii Oren?

Only someone as powerful as McKlain, who seemed to have an invincible cheat code, could stop her.

This SR-level female assassin is among the top in this world in terms of combat power alone.

She's capable of unifying Tokyo's underworld, and that's not because she lacks the ability.

However, this yakuza queen has not yet begun her reign. In the original storyline, after "Black Mamba" was wiped out at her wedding, Bill secretly used his organizational power to help her unify the Tokyo yakuza.

—Ishii Oren's parents were once Tokyo yakuza bosses and formed the Yakuza Council with other yakuza bosses. That's why she had the status and qualifications to compete for the boss's position. Otherwise, how could an assassin become a yakuza boss?

So if Bill could help her become the boss, why can't a peace ambassador?
Unify Tokyo's underworld and maintain peace in the underground!
Compared to the melodramatic love-hate relationship between Bill and Black Mamba, Luca was more interested in unifying the Tokyo underworld. He remembered that the "Japanese Yakuza," also known as the "Japanese Yakuza Council," occupied one of the twelve seats at the high table.

A high table.
There is a seat on the American Mafia Council, a seat on the Japanese Yakuza, and also on the Italian Camorra and the Russian Rum Gang.
If Ishii Oren can be the boss, why can't Night Demon?
The future peace ambassador wouldn't mind turning all 12 seats at the High Table to his own people.

We can all enjoy playing cards together at the high table and work together to build world peace.

Thinking about it this way, the future seems so wonderful!
Let's set a small goal first: to develop a friendship with O-Ren Ishii.

"It's not entirely your fault."

Luca didn't berate Ishii Oren like he had reprimanded El. Instead, he said calmly, "Do you know why I haven't made a move yet? You've fought against that balding man before, so you should know very well how strong he is."

Ishii Goren: "."

It's hard to say about his strength, but fighting that guy always gives me the same despair as fighting a boss for ages only to find that the opponent has only lost a tiny bit of health.

"It now appears that the police and the Bonano family were prepared; you were already being watched the moment you entered the club!"

Luca said, "Ms. Ishii, you've done very well. To be able to leave alive after being ambushed is a stroke of good luck."

"Private Marseille!" Ishii Oren kept her head down. "Past experiences have made me arrogant and contemptuous of my enemies. This defeat is a profound lesson for me! I should apologize for this defeat!"

"You Japanese really know how to take the blame," Luca thought to himself. "I haven't even really fooled you yet, and you're already reflecting on your actions."

"Commit seppuku," El said jokingly. "Otherwise, how can you show your sincerity?"

Oren Ishii raised her head, pretending not to hear El's words, and stared at Luca, saying, "Mr. Greco, I hope we can work together to complete the assassination. I want to wash away the shame brought by this failure!"

Luca didn't rush to agree, and reassured her, "You're injured, so rest for a while. It's safe here. We can discuss it after you recover."

Ishii Oren's expression was defiant. "Sir, this little injury is nothing to me."

"Ms. Ishii, you need to recuperate now."

Luca interrupted her, smiling as he extended his hand. "I'm willing to cooperate with you, but please trust me. If you need Galant's head, I can bring it to you; if you want to kill him yourself, then please get yourself in the right state before fighting alongside me!"
I won't look down on you just because you're a woman, but I will question you because of your distrust!
This is our first collaboration, but hopefully it won't be the last.

Luca's voice seemed to possess a strange magic; Ishii Oren sensed the other's sincerity and a faint trace of trust.

"I understand."

Taking a deep breath, she grasped Luca's rough, warm hand. "Mr. Greco, thank you for your trust. I look forward to our collaboration."

[Bond: Follow]

(End of this chapter)