From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 57 Brotherhood

Rikers Island, New York, is an island prison located between Queens and the Bronx.

This prison is notorious for its chaotic management, with all sorts of problems arising frequently, and it has an exceptionally large number of inmates. At its peak, it even held more than 10,000 prisoners!

This is precisely why the population here is so unstable, and extreme acts of violence frequently occur.

Some people even set themselves on fire just to experience that blissful feeling.

Madness is the defining word here, and terrifying desires are the passport to this place!
For example now:

Hundreds of inmates dressed in orange-red prison uniforms were storming the defenses set up by the prison guards. Of course, they weren't actually carrying out a large-scale attack; they were just "parading"!

We need enough food!

We need enough rest!

"We want televisions, entertainment facilities, cigarettes and alcohol!"

"We just made a mistake, we are human beings too! We demand our human rights!"

They were shouting, the prison guards were resisting, and some reporters were filming the scene.

Soon, the reporters left in their cars, and the prison guards immediately put down their riot shields and picked up their stun guns. "Alright, the show's over. Every participant will get two cigarettes before going to bed!"

"Now, go back to your workstations. If anyone wanders off, I'll let them know what it feels like to have a stun gun inside their own body!"

Upon hearing these words, the prisoners immediately scattered like birds and beasts.

Of course, some people didn't leave.

They were all tattooed and there was a large group of them. The prison guards ignored them, chased away the rest of the people, and left the square.

Soon, only these few groups of people remained in the square. They watched the prison guards walk away before taking out a series of "props" from various mysterious places and starting to enjoy them in twos and threes.

These props are certainly not very respectable things, but they are quite common in the hands of established gangs.

Even prisons have their own systems and drug trafficking, and prison guards are often part of this system!

Before long, they were completely absorbed in the intoxicating atmosphere, lying on the square, quietly enjoying themselves.

Only one person sat in the square, at the highest, upwind position, and did not participate in this "party".

"Lyon, you're acting a bit out of place!" A man smoking a cigarette approached him. "If you don't smoke, how about a cigarette?"

Upon seeing the newcomer, Lyon smiled. "I wouldn't dare accept anything from others, but I'll have to try what you've given me!"

The man sat down next to him, and the two chatted aimlessly about trivial matters.

However, as Leon finished his cigarette, the man's expression gradually changed as he faced him. "I never expected that the family would send you to execute me!"

“There is no family left, Borat Jones!” Leon said, pointing his cuff at the man before him. “In the three months since you betrayed the family for profit and hid in this prison, the family business has been destroyed, and everyone is dead.”

Upon hearing this, Borat laughed, "That's what you deserve! The drug trade is so profitable, the smuggling business is so profitable, and you all refuse to do it! You insist on selling alcohol, selling cigarettes, becoming politicians, or investing in companies!"

"Is this what the Mafia should be doing? We should be walking in the shadows, making that money! Not like you guys, trying to go out on a whitewashed path!"

"Leon, we're the Mafia, we're born with criminal genes!"

The man seized the opportunity and said, "Now that the family is gone, why are you still following those old and outdated rules? Why don't you come work for me? I guarantee you'll earn $50,000 on your first day!"

"Although I know you've never been involved in the family business and are a nice guy, the Mafia is the Mafia. Even if you don't get involved in these things, you can't clear your name!"

His face was full of fervor and confidence, as if he wasn't worried about the other party disagreeing.

Borat knew Leon; he was a "good guy," someone who shouldn't have been born into a Mafia family. He had never killed anyone, so why would he lay a hand on him?
Upon hearing Borat's words, Leon's face remained expressionless. He simply raised his sleeve, and a hidden arrow shot out, embedding itself in Borat's throat.

The man's eyes widened, staring intently at Leon. He couldn't believe his childhood friend would actually dare to kill him in front of so many people. Wasn't he afraid of death? Leon walked past him, reciting an ancient oath in Italian:

"The first rule of the family: blood ties. Every family member is family, and no one can betray their family, or their soul will be condemned to eternal hell!"

"Second rule of the family: The Law of Silence. Family members must strictly keep the family's secrets and must not inform on others!"

"The third rule of the family: Blood for blood. Anyone who betrays the family will be executed by designated personnel!"

"The execution is now over!"

The young Italian stopped walking only after watching Borat die.

Before him, the gang members had stood up; they had witnessed the death of their "boss" and were therefore particularly enraged.

Lyon didn't care at all, and calmly looked at them, "Everyone's career has ended, I'm the last one!"

The Mafia never calls itself the Mafia; they consider it their shared business. Now that the people are gone, the business has naturally come to an end.

The gangsters rushed at him and plunged a knife into his chest, then a second, a third…

As these knives pierced his chest, a stone hanging from Leon's chest flew about, stained with his blood.

Soon, the gangsters carried their boss away from the square, leaving only the completely lifeless Lyon lying on the spot.

A man slowly walked out from beside him.

"Tsk, I was just planning to pick anyone I liked in prison, but I didn't expect to witness such a spectacle!" Bai Yang said with a grin, looking at the man named Leon. "Family rules, the law of silence... a Mafia member, huh? Interesting!"

"Since they're already dead and their identities have vanished, why don't we try a different game?"

He placed his hand on Leon's forehead, sensing the other's memories and contemplating what to do with the person before him.

Clearly, sending a message through a dream is a good idea; it not only saves on wish energy but also has significant effects.

"Let me see, what kind of identity should I give you... Ideally, it should be related to something from before... Ah, I've got it!" Bai Yang's eyes lit up.

……

Leon felt as if he were in a dream, in which he was no longer an enforcer of the Mafia, but a participant in a vast organization.

It was a huge, exaggerated procession, guarded by a group of knights dressed in bright silver armor, carrying two-handed swords and lances, and he was just an insignificant part of this behemoth.

However, the team was quickly overtaken.

No, what was chasing them wasn't human at all, but a group of strange creatures!

Their skin was redder than burning charcoal, and their eyes were deeper than the darkest night. They caught up with the group and engaged the knights in an incredibly bloody battle!

These knights possessed immense strength, their bodies even shimmering with light and flames, yet they still found themselves at a disadvantage in their battle against the monster.

In the midst of this fierce battle, the knights began shouting, "Take them and move quickly, there are still demons chasing after us!"

Hearing these words, Leon felt as if something had been stuffed into his arms, and then he followed a group of people in white robes and hurriedly fled into the mountains.

They ran away for who knows how many years, until these runaway boys grew beards and became old, before they slowly walked out of the mountains.

But the outside world has changed drastically, and their story has long since vanished. No one knows them anymore.

The elderly man at the head of the group gathered everyone together and said softly, "We don't know if the demons are still running rampant, or if the angels have left the heavens. In order to ensure that the last legacy of the Church is not destroyed, we need to live in anonymity until the day the Holy Father returns to the earth!"

"Therefore, from this moment forward, we are no longer the Inquisition, no longer the Knights Templar, no longer the Inquisition or the Council of the Holy See, we are—the Brotherhood!"

(End of this chapter)