The Legend of the Fishermen of Sicily

Chapter 124 A Child Who Loves the Sea

The three of them randomly found a place to stay in Syracuse for the night, without really being picky about the environment.

The main reason was that, apart from Enzo, the other two were so engrossed in talking about Messina that they didn't want to sleep and didn't need a nice environment.

Enzo was so angry after listening to the two of them bickering all night that his beard was practically steaming.

They came to Syracuse to change their mood, but how did they end up being these two brats' personal drivers and referees?

"Enzo, come and see! Who's stronger?"

Leo and Bianchi each held one end of the rope and did strength training, their faces turning red as they argued over who was stronger.

Enzo got out of bed and yanked the rope hard, pulling both of them and the rope towards him like he was lifting two chicks: "If either of you touches this rope in the room again, you're both out!"

"I'm not practicing anymore, I'm not practicing anymore."

"Come on, let's talk about something else."

"Shall I teach you how to observe the heavens?"

"Oh, that's difficult..."

"It's okay, I'll teach you a shortcut!"

The two of them stopped playing with the rope and went to the window to look at the stars.

Enzo lay in bed watching them for a while, then shook his head, closed his eyes, and went to sleep.

They are truly two young people who love the sea.

The next morning, Enzo drove to the Syracuse Port Authority.

The three people split into two groups—

Leo and Bianchi went to inquire about the application requirements for a diving and harvesting permit, while Enzo went to the service window to queue up for his application results.

Bianchi accompanied Enzo once, but that time they went to submit documents. He took Leo around the port authority for a long time but couldn't find the consultation service window that Enzo mentioned.

"Wait for me here," Bianchi said to Leo.

Leo's forklift case was too long to close the windows of a regular sedan, so they had to leave it diagonally inside the car with the windows open yesterday.

I need to carry it with me when I come to the port authority today.

Bianchi didn't want Leo to carry such a heavy box around with him, so he called Leo over when they found the right place.

Leo had the same idea.

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt like there were many people staring at the black box in his hand, and some were whispering... This feeling made him uncomfortable.

Leo found a place to sit down and wait for Bianchi. After a while, several men and women dressed in formal attire walked over from a distance.

One of the middle-aged men jogged over and extended his right hand from four or five meters away, as if to shake hands with Leo.

Before Leo could stand up and shake his hand, he said first, "Hello sir, how can I help you?"

Leo thought to himself, "Have I encountered a volunteer?"

As he shook hands with the man, he explained his purpose: "I would like to ask what I need to prepare to apply for a diving and harvesting permit."

A middle-aged woman strode out from behind the man: "Sir, I'm here to answer your question!"

Bianchi searched for two or three minutes but still couldn't find any information desk.

But luckily, they met a kind junior employee.

He said he could answer the questions Leo wanted to ask.

Bianchi led his men back to find Leo, and from a distance they saw Leo talking to several men and women. He muttered under his breath, "Who is it?"

"Director!" the junior employee muttered quietly beside him.

I'm talking about the people standing over there.

"I'm talking about our director, the person standing over there."

"What director?"

"The question you asked is the responsibility of the director of the Maritime and Navigation Office."

Bianchi stopped, pointed at the middle-aged man talking to Leo, and asked, "You mean this man is the director of the Maritime and Shipping Administration?"

The volunteer shook his head: "No."

Bianchi smiled.

I knew it...they weren't even talking about the same person.

"That's our senior coordinator; she only appears when important clients visit," the junior employee said, pointing to the middle-aged woman next to him. "That's our director."

He continued muttering to himself, "Who's that guy with the black box? He even alerted the senior coordinator... I didn't hear that any big clients were coming today."

The port system in Sicily is divided into two major regions: east and west.

The western region is centered around the capital city of Palermo and includes several port cities such as Termini-Imerese, Empedocle, and Trapani.

The headquarters of the Eastern District is located in Messina City, with several service windows in Catania, Syracuse, Augusta, and Potopalo, forming a hierarchical management system.

The first-level maritime bureau is responsible for strategic command, safety of large vessels, and enforcement of national regulations.

The second-level maritime bureau is responsible for the operation of commercial ports, fisheries management, and license issuance within its jurisdiction.

In fact, there are three levels of service windows below these levels. They are mainly responsible for miscellaneous matters such as ship berthing registration and preliminary handling of maritime accidents, but they are not qualified to issue licenses.

Silverfin Hunter appeared in Messina Port, where the First Maritime Authority is located. Rinaldi took Leo to the Maritime Authority yesterday to go through some procedures and even took a group photo with senior leaders.

Nearly 24 hours later, this big news from the Mediterranean had already reached major maritime hubs in Sicily, including Syracuse.

After arriving at work today, everyone at the Maritime Safety Administration was enthusiastically discussing gossip about the Silverfin Hunter. Someone said they saw a large black box in the lobby!

Yesterday, the hunter quickly left Messina. No one in the martial arts world knew what he looked like; all they knew was that he always carried a very distinctive large black box.

The news that a suspicious large black box had appeared at the Syracuse Port Authority quickly alarmed the higher-ups.

He immediately assembled an elite team to understand the situation and ensure that, whatever the purpose of the other party's visit, they could provide effective assistance and an excellent service experience as soon as possible.

With the help of this elite team, Leo quickly got the answer he wanted, but the application materials were far more complicated than he had anticipated.

Even though he had made ample preparations, he still started to have a headache.

Seeing Leo's serious expression, the director became nervous: "Sir, perhaps my wording was incorrect; it's actually not that complicated..."

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Oh no! Oh no!

Previously, when the fishermen complained about the trouble, I could ignore them... but the leadership sent me to provide effective assistance.

The other person didn't look too good.

She quickly added, "Let's find a quieter place, and I'll explain everything to you one by one."

"Yes, sir, let's go somewhere else," the senior investigator agreed.

His task today is to serve this important person well.

We can't keep making them stand.

"Sure, my friend is back." Leo waved to Bianchi. "Come back, I met some kind people, you don't need to look for any windows anymore."

Bianchi's expression twisted unnaturally.

Kind person?

you sure?

Even if my older brother Antonino came, it might not be possible to get all these people to be there at the same time!

Around the time of the fish market, the merchants in Marzamemi don't have much business and often gather together to chat and rest.

Today, Salvi suddenly grabbed a newspaper and shouted, "Oh dear!"

Nicholas snapped at him, "Who are you trying to scare with all this noise so early in the morning?"

Salvi took off his thick glasses, rubbed his eyes, put them back on, and pressed his entire face against the newspaper: "So alike, so alike, so incredibly alike!"

He held the newspaper up to Nicholas, patted it, and said, "Marco, my eyesight isn't good, can you help me see who's in the picture?"

"You've used all these little tricks on us?" Nicholas said sarcastically. "Don't look down on Marco. After Leo subscribed to the newspapers, none of them have sold again. If you touch them, he might try to force you to buy them."

Marco stubbed out his cigarette and took the newspaper. "Salvi finally admitted his eyesight isn't good. Just for that, I'll buy this newspaper too. Let me see, which photo are you talking about?"

Salvi pointed randomly, saying, "This one, this one, this one."

"Which one, which one, which one?" Marco's eyes were spinning from following his finger.

"Look for it yourself, there's a group photo, and there's someone in it who looks just like Leo, really like him!" Salvi shouted.

An old man strode over, pushed the group aside, and picked up the newspaper.

Andrei adjusted his reading glasses to the optimal reading distance: "Let me see what's going on."

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