You don't even want to call me godfather

After watching Koshe go downstairs, Boye suddenly quickened his pace, returned to the dormitory, and walked towards the window under Iris's grateful gaze.

She bent down and searched for something in the cardboard box.

"what happened?"

Seeing Boye's hurried appearance, Iris couldn't help but ask.

"then."

But Bo Ye did not answer her. Instead, he threw the things he took out of the cardboard box at Iris.

Iris, who was already in a bad condition, didn't have time to react before she was hit by the thing and fell into her arms.

When she looked closely, she found that it was a half-human-sized teddy bear.

"This is..." Feeling the furry touch of the teddy bear, Iris didn't think of letting go for some reason. She just continued to hold it. At the same time, she raised her head and asked Bo Ye, "What is this for?"

"The room has been cleaned up, and I know all the rules here," Bo Ye picked up his coat from the table and put it on, "I have to go out for a while, Miss Iris will stay with it to look after the house."

"Eh?"

Iris obviously didn't understand Bo Yi's train of thought. She looked at Bo Yi, then looked down at the teddy bear, and finally showed a puzzled expression.

"Oh, right," Bo Ye turned his back to Iris and adjusted his clothes in front of the small mirror on the table. Then, as if he suddenly remembered something, he turned around and pointed at the stuffed bear in her arms and said, "Its name is Augustus."

"Ah, that's not what I meant to ask—"

"Okay!" Before Iris could finish her words, she was interrupted by Bo Ye, "Then I'll go out first. See you in the evening, Miss Iris!"

Watching Boyi trotting out while doing whatever he wanted, Iris, who was left alone in the room, was stunned for a moment before slowly putting down her raised hand.

Thinking back on the various behaviors that Boyi had just displayed, which did not seem like that of a man who was already twenty-four or twenty-five years old, Iris sighed softly, feeling quite helpless.

It seems that I will have a strange roommate in the future.

Thinking of this, Iris buried her face in the teddy bear, not knowing what to feel.

Chapter 6: Value for money

"Godfather, what happened?"

Sheffield waited at the door of the welfare home for only a dozen minutes before he saw Koshei walk out of the door. Seeing that he frowned slightly, Sheffield hurriedly stepped forward to ask him, and tactfully took out a cigarette and a lighter and handed it to him.

"Nothing serious, just some personal matters that have not been resolved."

Koshe waved his hand and took the cigarette handed to him by Sheffield.

"So where do we go next, Godfather?"

Seeing that Koshei had no intention of answering, Sheffield stopped asking questions and quickly brought the topic back to the main topic.

"Go to the dock and meet Solomons." Koshe held the cigarette in his mouth. After Sheffield lit it for him, he took a deep puff of the cigarette and said slowly, "I suspected that there was a traitor inside Syracuse and Ω was hijacked. Otherwise, how could they find Ω's location so easily and launch an efficient operation?"

"I see..." Sheffield lit a cigarette for himself, put away his lighter and cigarette box, and rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "But if that's the case, why did you take me with you?"

"Such a major incident has occurred, so we must discuss it with the members of the parliament. However, given the current situation, it is difficult for me to be sure who can be trusted and who cannot be trusted," Koshe flicked the ash from his cigarette and glanced at Sheffield intentionally. "By comparison, your loyalty to the Cascade family is what I trust the most. Right now, I can only discuss matters related to the parliament with you."

"It's an honor to be trusted by the Godfather," Sheffield was flattered. He didn't notice Koshe's gaze, but just lowered his head slightly and asked, "Then, shall we set off now?"

Looking at Sheffield's appearance, Koshe felt a little relieved. Although his family was engaged in smuggling business, when it came to socializing, Sheffield was the simplest member of the parliament. He would feel happy just because of Koshe's words, but this was also the reason why Koshe trusted him the most.

"Well, let's go."

Koshe exhaled a final puff of smoke, threw the half-burned cigarette butt at his feet, and stomped it out.

Sheffield took two more hasty puffs, threw away the cigarette in his hand, and followed Koshe's pace.

……

Syracuse Docks, a warehouse within the Manchester family's territory.

This is an unused warehouse with nothing piled up. The space is large and in some specific circumstances, it does serve as a secret meeting point.

When Koshe and Sheffield arrived, an old car was already parked in the warehouse.

Sheffield pulled down the rolling door of the warehouse and turned on the lights inside the warehouse. The light shone down from above Koshe's head. He stopped about ten meters away from the car, raised his head slightly, and looked at the figure in the car.

"Well, you really made me wait, Godfather." After a while, Solomons opened the car door and got out of the car. He picked up the pocket watch hanging on his clothes and took a look at it, complaining, "Even if you are of a special status, since you asked me for something first, you should at least abide by the rules."

"Hey! Watch your attitude, Solomons!"

Seeing Solomons being so rude to Koshei, Sheffield, who usually played the role of the bad guy, immediately stepped forward and scolded him.

But Koshei just stretched out a hand and stopped him.

"Ah!"

After Solomons got out of the car, another person followed and slammed the door shut.

Judging from his attire, he was most likely Solomons' bodyguard or driver. He pulled out a pistol from his inner pocket and held it in his hand. He put his hands behind his back and stood behind Solomons without saying a word.

It was the action of the guard drawing his gun that instantly raised Sheffield's alert level and made the atmosphere on both sides tense.

"I thought I told you, Solomons, to come alone to this meeting, and unarmed."

Koshei had his hands hanging on both sides, seemingly relaxed, but in fact he was ready to draw the pistol at his waist at any time.

Sheffield, who was standing nearby, silently reached into his coat pocket and grasped the handle of the pistol.

"Well, I won't come alone. As for weapons, don't worry. It's so dangerous outside now, we have to be prepared for any eventuality—"

"What did you find out, Solomons?"

Koshe had no intention of listening to Solomons' rambling, so he interrupted his explanation without any hesitation and got straight to the point.

"Well... since you are willing to spend such a high price for this information, I have decided to make sure you get what you paid for." Solomons was stunned for a moment, and seemed a little dissatisfied with Koshei for interrupting him. He then took out a few folded papers from his pocket and flipped them open. "If I want to make a deal with Colombia and need someone to act as an intermediary, then the people on this list are the ones I will contact."

Solomons handed the top piece of paper to Koshei, who took the list but glanced at it briefly before holding it in his hand.

"Then this list is all the people who might actively come to me to cooperate in this transaction."

Solomon handed over the second list, Koshe took it, glanced at it symbolically, and then stopped looking at it.

“As for the last few names, they are willing to take the risk of losing money just for their own pleasure or entertainment, and they may even contact people doing business in Colombia themselves.”

Solomons unfolded the last piece of paper, lowered his head and looked up at Koshei.

Koshe reached out and pulled the paper out of his hand, but this time he didn't even look at it and put it under the other two lists.

He looked at Solomons, and after a moment's silence, he took out a roll of money from his pocket and handed it to Solomons.

"Uh, well, very good, thank you, Father Cascade, it's been a pleasure doing business with you."

Solomons took the money without hesitation and put it in his pocket, but he made no intention of leaving.

He turned sideways and glanced at the guard behind him. The guard took a few steps forward and stood beside him.

The two of them just looked at Koshei, as if they knew that this matter would not end so easily.

After paying the money, Koshei carefully looked through the three lists. He slowly turned around and faced Solomons.

After a long while, he put the list into the inner pocket of his coat, then suddenly reached out and pulled out the pistol at his waist, turned around and pointed it at Solomons.

Seeing Koshei's sudden attack, Solomon's guards immediately raised their guns and aimed at Koshei, while Sheffield also pulled out a gun from his inner pocket and aimed it at Solomon's guards.

The three men with guns drew their guns almost at the same time, and the situation was deadlocked.

"You missed a name on your list, Solomons."

Koshe stared at Solomons's expression, which showed no sign of panic, and shook his head slightly, saying so.

Chapter 7: The man with the sword dies because of the sword

"You missed a name on your list, Solomons."

Koshe pointed his gun at Solomon, with the muzzle less than two meters away from him.

"Um...really?"

Facing the black muzzle of the gun, Solomon just frowned slightly and turned his head to the side with a puzzled expression.

"I have talked to the people on these lists. There is no doubt that they are all experienced businessmen." Koshe paused, his finger on the trigger, his peripheral vision glanced at Solomons' guards, and then turned back, "What you can find out, I can find out as well."

"Well, if that's the case, since you already know everything, why are you still looking for me, man? Why did you drag me to this crappy place?"

Solomons crossed his hands in front of him and turned sideways several times to make eye contact with his guards while speaking.

Koshe noticed keenly that the guard's finger was not on the trigger, which meant that Solomons had no intention of fighting to the death with him.

"Whether I know it or not, as a businessman, you have to do the job after receiving the money. I am not wrong." Seeing this, Koshe slowly let his finger leave the trigger and gently placed it on the gun. He explained, "Those businessmen are no different from you. They told me that only a few people in Syracuse are keen to do business with Colombians and have the closest relationship with Colombia. And you missed the richest and most powerful one."

"Well... maybe it was just my negligence. After all, none of us can guarantee that everything will go as planned, right?" Seeing that Koshe had hinted so clearly, Solomons simply put aside his casual attitude and stared at him seriously. "If that's the case, why did you draw your gun against me?"

"Two reasons." Koshei took a few deep breaths, clenched his hand gun, and deliberately made it make a sound to show his attitude. "First, hiding a name you knew from me means that you have reached an agreement with a certain person or organization. You told them the situation in Syracuse, and you told them that I went to attend the International Conference in person and left Syracuse."

Solomons raised his head slightly and looked at Koshei with an indescribable expression, but did not refute.

"Second, the name you concealed from me must be my enemy, otherwise, you would not have to protect him." Solomons' silence represented that Koshe's speculation was true, so he continued, "And now, I can use him."

"...Listen, Koshei, you can't just make assumptions--"

"You trade intelligence and information for shares."

Koshei did not hesitate to interrupt Solomons' attempt to defend himself and directly pointed out his act of collaborating with the enemy.

"Hey, Koshe, actually, God himself told me about this kind of thing. He said, hey, Alfie, you are destined to have everything--"

"You've crossed the line, Solomons."

Koshe interrupted Solomons' nonsense again, nodded and showed a chilling smile.

"…What the hell did you say?"

Solomons, who was still chattering, was stunned for a moment after hearing what Koshe said, and then his face suddenly turned cold and his brows furrowed.

"You've crossed a line."

Koshe took a step forward, bringing the muzzle of his gun closer to Solomon, and repeated.

"Crossing the line?"

Solomons widened his eyes, seemingly unable to believe what Koshe said.

"They threatened me with my daughter!"

Faced with Solomons who insisted on playing dumb, Koshei completely exploded. He roared, and there was a bit more murderous intent in his eyes when he looked at Solomons.

Ω was originally a child brought back by Koshei himself. As a victim of human experiments in Colombia, he was still young and did not know how to behave in the world. In the months after the government incident, he had been teaching Ω the common sense and principles of living in the world in a fatherly way.

To him, Ω was no different from his daughter. Now that his daughter had been kidnapped in such a grand manner, how could he not be angry?

"Do you fucking know about this?"

Koshe's expression gradually became ferocious. With every breath he took, he got closer to Solomons, and the muzzle of the gun was almost touching his forehead.

Solomon's guards tried to step forward, but were stopped by him.

"Yeah, I know," Solomons suddenly raised his voice in response to Koshei's increasingly urgent questioning, as if to deliberately provoke him, and said in a frivolous tone, "But for a villain like me, it makes no fucking difference to me."

Koshe's breathing became heavy, and there was no doubt that he was really angry.

But he still retained the last bit of his rationality and did not shoot directly. Instead, he took a step forward, strangled Romens' throat with both hands, and pushed him to the ground.

Seeing this, Solomons' guards could no longer sit idly by and rushed forward to grab Koshei's shoulders. They used all their strength to pull him away from Solomons, then grabbed Koshei's clothes and put their pistols to his chin.

"boom!"

A gunshot rang out, and warm blood splashed all over Koshe's face.

The body of Solomon's guard instantly collapsed, and he fell down along with Koshei's body, pressing Koshei to the ground, while the muzzle of the gun in Sheffield's hand was smoking.

"Damn it, what the hell is going on?"

Solomons cursed and got up from the ground.

Koshe immediately snatched the gun from the guard, pushed the guard's body away, stumbled to his feet, and pointed the gun at Solomon again.

"What's wrong with you, Koshe?" Seeing that Koshe was finally serious, Solomons stopped pretending and walked towards Koshe fearlessly. Even though Koshe had already put the gun against his head, he still stuck close to him and pointed his finger at Koshe's face, "You are angry now, right?!"

"Godfather!" Sheffield stepped in between them at the right time and used his body to separate the two who were already at loggerheads. He pressed his back against Schromons, stretched out his arms to push Koshe away, and at the same time held down Koshe's hand holding the gun, trying to prevent the two from having another physical conflict. He shouted to Koshe, "Godfather! I know this bastard deserves to die! But if you kill him now, Syracuse's parliamentary system will come to nothing! You have to calm down!"

"Don't worry about the parliament, okay, because it's broken," Solomons, who was pushed away by Sheffield, paced for a while. He raised his hands and shook them on both sides of his head, saying in a mocking tone, "and you don't have to worry about those Colombians at all-"

"Where the hell are you on, Alfie!"