My lover is this organization

"Yes."

Inspector Megure nodded in affirmation, then picked up a white envelope from the table in front of him with his gloved hands, took out a folded page of letter paper and handed it to Yukiko.

"In fact, just this morning when Emilio arrived at the hotel, someone sent him a threatening letter, and the hotel staff delivered it precisely to his suite."

"Oh really? Let me see?"

Yukiko tilted her head to take a look, and immediately her eyebrows raised.

"I see it's written on this...Is it Italian?"

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Today, the Sword Art Online mobile game was finally launched for public beta. Although the server crashed in the morning, I still managed to play for a while. I have to say, this is the only mobile game that I feel is better than the stand-alone game with the same IP. The stand-alone game of Sword Art Online is really... just a lousy game, and it has the standard Japanese manufacturer pricing.

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Chapter 334 I don't know what title to give it. I'm too lazy to think of one.

"This seems to be... Italian?"

Yukiko made a slight sound of doubt.

Although Italian looks almost the same as English at first glance, both are made up of 26 letters, but the gestures in Japanese are almost the same as those in Chinese.

The strokes are the same, and the letters that make up the words are the same, but the structure, grammar, pronunciation, etc. are completely different, and... the letter "K" is almost never used.

"Yukiko, can you read Italian?"

Inspector Megure couldn't help but feel a little surprised when he heard his best friend's wife say that this was Italian.

In his opinion, although there were three typical Italians sitting here, they did not have the ability to deduce and solve the case. Especially for objects like threatening letters, it is very likely that clues are hidden between the lines. If they can't even understand the threatening letter, they may miss some key clues.

"what--"

As Inspector Megure finished speaking, Yukiko's pretty face suddenly turned into a look of determination.

"It's a pity. To be honest, although I studied Italian for a while because I went to Italy to shoot a film and television production, I didn't learn much. And after leaving Italy, I never used it again, so now I'm basically... in a state of nurturing."

"Uh……"

Inspector Megure had to be impressed by the bachelor attitude of the Baroness of Dark Night.

Well, you are worthy of it.

"Threat letter? Let me see it?" Qin Wuque stretched out his hand and hooked it.

"Hmm?" Inspector Megure stretched his neck following the sound.

Since Vermouth was sitting next to a dog head, with her body leaning sideways and the two of them almost hugging each other, it seemed to him that Qin Wuque only had one hand stretched out, dangling in the air.

Upon hearing this, the Thousand-Faced Witch also turned around and waved to her junior sister.

"Yukiko~"

"Give--"

A certain Baroness of Dark Night understood what he meant on the spot, snatched the threatening letter from Inspector Megure and handed it to Qin Wuque.

However, this time it was intercepted by Vermouth again, and only after passing through her own hands did it fall into Qin Wuque's hands.

Inspector Megure was still repeatedly grasping his empty right hand.

"Eh……"

"Don't worry, it doesn't matter even if fingerprints are left." Qin Wuque lowered his head and looked at the letter in his hand. "Anyone who can send a threatening letter, unless he has a mental problem, will not leave his fingerprints on the paper, and..."

He leaned close to the letter and smelled it.

"This looks like it was cut out of a newspaper, right? Was it provided by the hotel?"

Qin Wuque talked to himself.

He looked down at the folded front of the letter in his hand, which had densely packed English letters arranged in a special spacing and structure.

Those were letters that were cut from English newspapers with scissors or utility knives and then pasted on with glue, forming Italian words and eventually a complete Italian sentence.

Qin Wuque stared at the letter paper in his hand, constantly adjusting the angle of the letter paper.

This thing is not something like a crime warning letter. Judging from the content of the letter alone, it is nothing more than cruel words like "Go to hell" over and over again. It has basically no reference value. So in fact, it doesn't matter whether you can understand it or not. If you really want to solve the case, you might as well start from the clues left by the murderer on the letter paper.

"If the concert is not cancelled, Emilio will die." Luciano frowned and whispered, "That's what the threatening letter said."

"Then just cancel the concert!"

Before anyone else could say anything, someone sitting at the main seat at the reception table spoke first.

This young Italian man with a face that looked like a European aristocrat was seen staring solemnly at the heavy nanmu table in front of him with his head lowered. He made a major decision in a very arbitrary manner that could almost affect his entire future career.

"Emilio, calm down..."

Claudia, the beautiful blonde agent next to him, tried to calm the man down, but it backfired.

"I don't want to die yet!" Emilio said excitedly, "The other party sent a threatening letter to where I live, which proves that they have found out my exact location. What if... if it's true..."

"Don't talk about cancellation so easily!" Luciano interrupted him rudely. "For this tour, we have invested a lot of energy and financial resources. All the links have been cleared, all the preparations have been completed, including the tickets for the concert have been sold out. If we cancel at this time, do you know how serious the consequences will be!"

The Italian investor was obviously extremely angry about his artist's cowardly performance. He almost yelled in front of everyone, and the fat on his face trembled under his glasses, as if a beast in disguise had revealed its fangs.

Emilio kept his lips tightly pursed and even closed his eyes, looking like he was unwilling to face reality.

He waited until Luciano finished yelling before he stood up from the sofa without saying a word and walked stubbornly towards the door. His heavy footsteps were not at all like those of a young celebrity. Instead, he looked more like an old man in his sixties or seventies who read newspapers in the security room every day to earn a salary. His shoulders seemed to be slumped and his arms seemed to be dragging on the ground.

He pushed the door open and was about to walk out.

“Emilio…” Claudia tried to persuade him to stay, a little worried.

Emilio, who was walking to the door, turned around when he heard the voice and gave a very forced smile.

"Don't worry Claudia, I won't leave the suite without permission."

"……All right."

The beautiful agent nodded reluctantly.

Luciano sat back on the sofa, sighed heavily, and looked very tired.

"I'm sorry, I really didn't expect something like this to happen. I'm sorry to have embarrassed you all." He said helplessly.

He lowered his head and remained silent for a while, then suddenly raised his head and looked at Claudia, who was sitting across the table with a worried look on her face, and spoke in an almost commanding tone.

"Claudia, please entertain the guests later."

After saying this, the Italian investor stood up from the sofa and turned to Qin Wuque, who was still sitting on the sofa studying the threatening letter over and over again. He bowed deeply 90 degrees in the eyes of confusion and surprise of everyone except Qin Wuque and Vermouth, the two insiders.

"Mr. Qin, may I have a word with you?"

His tone was quite sincere.

Qin Wuque raised his eyebrows and stopped the stupid operation of printing his fingerprints on the evidence. He raised his head and glanced at Luciano who was still bowing at a 90-degree angle, then nodded leisurely.

"of course can."

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Touched it~

Chapter 335 Negotiation Genius

In the room next to the reception room, Qin Wuque was sitting alone on a new sofa, his chin resting on his hand and his legs crossed.

This is a room that is similar to a secondary and VIP reception room. In terms of area, it is much smaller than the main reception room next door, but the decoration, objects and furniture are several levels more exquisite. There are only two sofas in the entire VIP reception room, which are obviously used for it.

How should I put it? To put it simply, it is very upper-class in every sense.

Luciano sat on the sofa opposite him, with only a small square coffee table, one hundred centimeters long, between them.

At this time, the investor from Italy was holding a teapot filled with Biluochun tea in one hand and slowly pouring the clear tea-green liquid into a small blue and white porcelain container. The faint sound of water flowing in the quiet room was particularly clear and pleasant.

Qin Wuque tilted his head and looked at the other party's pretentiousness. He thought that for an Italian, he was quite capable and even knew how to make tea... At least he was not stupid enough to just throw the tea leaves into his mouth and chew them dry.

In fact, at this time, it might be a more convenient and correct way to start for both parties to have a glass of whiskey or vodka, but Qin Wuque said frankly that he didn't like drinking, so Luciano could only follow the guest's wishes.

There is no way, who asked him to ask for help from others~

After brewing the tea, the Italian investor turned his palms up, respectfully pressed the tips of his middle and ring fingers against the bottom of the teacup, and pushed the teacup towards Qin Wuque.

"Please taste it."

Luciano said, a faint smile showing on his fat face under his glasses.

"Oh……"

Qin Wuque stretched out one hand to take the teacup and took a sip, smacking his lips, fully feeling the aroma and slight bitterness in his mouth, and gave what he thought was a fairly fair evaluation.

"Personally, I prefer Longjing tea. It leaves a sweet taste in the throat, but Biluochun is pretty good too."

"Yeah, that's great."

Hearing this, Luciano felt a little relieved.

His full name is Luciano Canivari.

On the surface, he is the investor of the popular Italian rising star Emilio.

But secretly, his true identity is a cadre of a local mafia family in Naples.

As a cadre of a Mafia family, Luciano had a very active mind. From a very early stage, he was not satisfied with continuing to run the family's traditional craft business, which was not only illegal but also easy to be cheated. Instead, he opened up a completely new business model.

He specializes in identifying those artists who have potential but are frustrated due to lack of funds and promotion, recruiting them for his own use, training and strengthening them, and using his own funds and connections to promote them. In this way, he has gained a large fan base for his artists and takes them and his team on tours around the world.

In this way, Luciano can not only package himself as a star investor, but also fly to all parts of the world with a large amount of "items".

As for what these items are specifically, that depends on what the requirements of his buyers are.

In short, he wanted to make money from both touring and smuggling.

However, although they are all mafia, even if they rule an area of ​​similar size and prosperity, their actual combat effectiveness will vary due to different nationalities.

For example, Italy is the birthplace of the concept of Mafia, and the local old-fashioned Mafia families undoubtedly have extremely deep roots. But in terms of the degree of violence alone, it has to be said that the gang you see is even better.

After all, the national conditions are there. The focus is on the simple folk customs, freedom, and happy gunfights every day. What can you do?

This is just the difference between countries, but when it comes to regional subdivisions, it is even more complicated. The most classic examples are Sicily in Italy, Corsica in France, and Chicago in the United States where gangs are rampant.

Standing at the top of these areas with strong gangster culture is undoubtedly the legendary Los Santos.

It is the same place as the SWORD area in the world view of Hot Blooded Street. The person who can rule there is honored as the King of Evil, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the godfather of the underworld organizations all over the world.

Now, the godfather who once unified the entire Los Santos underground world was sitting in front of him, having a one-on-one conversation with him.

Luciano was well aware of this, which is why he behaved so abnormally when he first saw Qin Wuque in the living room.

"Let's skip the boring politeness and mutual testing. I don't like that." Qin Wuque drank the tea in the small cup, put the teacup back on the coffee table and said lightly, "I know why you came to Japan, and I also know what you have in your hand, so now I only have one question -"

He held up a finger.

"Answer me honestly, how much Vesbania ore do you have?"

"This……"

Luciano hesitated. To be honest, he was not very willing to answer this question because it gave him an inexplicable bad feeling.

But after a moment's hesitation, he still gritted his teeth and gestured, which was roughly the size of a black key on an electronic piano.

"This big... two pieces in total."

"Exactly the same size?"

“Exactly the same, finely polished.”

"Then I want one of them." Qin Wuque said without hesitation, "Since both pieces are the same size, it doesn't matter. I was originally thinking whether my piece could be bigger."

"You! This..."

Luciano, with his 200-pound body, almost wanted to jump up from the sofa, but he forced himself to hold back, and his tone suddenly became low.