You don't even want to call me godfather

But soon, I woke up completely.

Working here for the past two years, I was able to tell at a glance that the boy was not Colombian.

In other words, I was destined to take him away and become Rhine Life's experimental material.

With a heavy heart, I took a few deep breaths to cheer myself up.

Then I walked forward with a smile.

……

"You have suffered, Shipka Osvid," Koshe leaned over, held Shipka in his arms, and said to her softly, "But this kind of life will not last much longer. I will rescue you and take you home. I promise."

Shipka froze at the last name she hadn't heard in nearly eight years.

For the first time, she felt helpless.

After Koshe opened his arms, Shipka subconsciously wanted to reach out her hand, but all she could see was Koshe's back.

Her heart, which had not experienced any fluctuations for a long time, suddenly felt a sharp pain. She didn't know why it became like this.

Finally, she could only squat down and bury her face silently between her knees.

Chapter 55: Backfire

Two days have passed since then.

"Haven't you contacted Hodel yet? Where the hell did that guy go?"

"Ask Loki and Tyr to keep an eye on Freya. Don't let her take on any tasks during this period."

"Mondirfarri! Where's my wine?"

At this moment, Arthur was in his hotel office, pacing back and forth.

It had been a few days since the assassination of Balder, Bugela and Frey, but he had not been able to find out anything yet.

Arthur admitted that in order to secure his current position as a member of parliament, he had made enemies with many people, but he was unable to find out anything in the country about the deaths of his three white gloves.

Moreover, there was not even any trace of intervention by foreign forces. In other words, he was completely clueless now, even the armed truck attack on the highway a few days ago was the same.

He felt a little uncomfortable with the feeling of being completely unaware of everything.

"Mr. Wilder," Mondirfarley said, walking into the office with a bottle and a glass of wine after hearing Arthur's call, "you haven't rested for a long time."

"No, it's not time to rest yet, Mondirfarli." Arthur rubbed his eyes with his fingers, then took the bottle of wine from Mondirfarli, raised his head and took a sip, and continued to stare at the information on the table. "Before we figure out what's going on, everyone in Wilder Company is in danger."

"Excuse me, Mr. Wilder," seeing Arthur's persistence, Mondirfarley couldn't help but sigh secretly and advised, "Given your current state, even if you insist on investigating, it will only backfire. It's better to rest for a while before considering it."

"...Huh...yes, you're right, Mondirfarley, this is too inefficient." Arthur paused, thought for a moment, and gestured to the door, "Want a cigarette?"

The two left the office and took the elevator downstairs to the entrance of the hotel.

Arthur pulled out his cigarette case, flicked it, took out two cigarettes, and handed one to Mondirfarley.

"Do you think there may be foreign interference in this matter, Mondirfarley?"

After lighting a cigarette, Arthur took a few deep breaths and then asked Mondirfarley.

"Let's not talk about work now, Mr. Wilder," Mondirfarley shook his head and pointed to the distance with his cigarette-holding hand. "You should look into the distance more often and give your eyes a rest."

"You're right, it's time to take a break..." Arthur blinked his sore eyes, took two puffs of his cigarette, and suddenly turned his head to look at Mondirfarri, "Do you think it's possible that this matter--"

"Mr. Wilder..." Mondirfarri was almost helpless and held his head. "I know you are very anxious now, but this matter is obviously not something that can be resolved in a short time. We have no idea about it now. Freya also needs time to calm down. We all need time, including you."

"Okay..." Arthur sighed and asked, "Besides that, what else is on the agenda for today?"

"Let me see," Mondirfarri pulled out a memo from his arms and flipped through the schedule recorded on it. "There are meetings at 10 a.m., 11 a.m., and 1 p.m., respectively, with the wine supplier, the union chairman, and the Chamber of Commerce. Of course, given the current situation, I can help you cancel these meetings."

"What's the current situation?" Arthur said in a meaningful tone, "This is not a problem, and there is no need to postpone the meeting. We cannot let others know what happened inside Wilder Company. Everything must proceed as usual."

After saying that, Arthur threw away the cigarette butt, patted Mondirfarli on the shoulder, and then turned and entered the hotel.

After returning to the office, Arthur looked at the table full of documents he had sorted out. After hesitating for a few seconds, he cleaned up the table.

He picked up the bottle, poured half a glass of wine, then sat at the long table and sipped the wine quietly.

After an unknown amount of time, Mondirfarli opened the door of his office.

"Mr. Wilder, the wine supplier has arrived. He is here to discuss exporting large quantities of their own wine to Colombia," Mondirfarley informed Arthur, not forgetting to provide him with the other party's purpose and basic information. "He is from Londinium."

"Okay, let him in."

Arthur waved his hand, indicating.

Mondirfarli nodded, turned and left for a moment, then entered the office with someone.

"Mr. Wilder, this is Mr. Eldridge from Londinium."

After bringing the "wine supplier" into the office, Mondirfarli left, not forgetting to close the door.

Arthur put down his glass, stood up from the table, and stood beside it, looking at "Eldridge".

"I heard you've been very busy lately, but I'm grateful that you're willing to see me," Eldridge adjusted his cuffs. He looked back at the closed door, then looked at Arthur and introduced himself, "Hidesir Eldridge."

"Mr. Eldridge, you have just come from Londinium, have you not?"

Arthur looked at Eldridge's face. For some reason, the man in front of him gave him an uncomfortable feeling.

"Are you familiar with Londinium?"

Eldridge unbuttoned his coat and sat down in a chair near the long table.

"I've been there and did some business with a friend," Arthur watched Eldridge's every move intently, and after he sat down, he said, "So you're from Victoria?"

"No, I'm from Londinium, but that doesn't mean I'm from Victoria," Eldridge shook his head. He tilted his head slightly and looked up at Arthur for a long time. His body leaned forward slightly. "You can guess where I'm from, Mr. Wilder."

Arthur was silent for a while. He kept looking at Eldridge, his eyes sweeping over the wolf ears on his head, the well-fitting coat, and the pistol that was faintly visible under the coat.

Then he suddenly turned around and reached for his coat hanging on the hanger.

"I once rode in a commercial vehicle with many people from other countries on it. We were playing cards at the time," Arthur took out another pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his coat and lit a cigarette for himself. "Among them were a few... Syracuse people who were addicted to gambling. Their accents were very similar to yours."

"So, did you win?"

Hearing this, Eldridge couldn't help but narrow his eyes and asked nonchalantly.

"You didn't come by train. Your coat is ironed and your shoes are clean," Arthur said after taking a short puff of his cigarette and exhaling some smoke. "I guess you came by boat."

"Hmph..." Eldridge snorted coldly. He did not answer Arthur's guess, but changed the subject, "I heard that you are very particular and never procrastinate in doing things, but now, you are wasting time guessing where I came from."

"This is not a waste of time. Before cooperating with others, you must first confirm the other party's situation. If you are dissatisfied with this, I can apologize. If you want to get straight to the point, of course there is no problem." Arthur paused here, then deliberately lowered his voice and said, "Mr. Cascade."

Koshe was stunned for a moment when his identity was exposed, but he smiled immediately.

"I never thought it would be so easy to get close to you."

He casually placed his hands on the table, his fingers lightly touching each other.

"Click."

Arthur reached behind him, pulled out a pistol from his waist and pointed it at Koshe.

"So, what now?"

He frowned, his finger on the trigger, and said.

Chapter 56: Self-deprecation

"So, what now?"

Arthur's finger was firmly on the trigger. A little more pressure would have fired the gun.

He stared into Koshe's eyes, but couldn't see any panic in them.

"Now...?" Koshei slowly raised his hands and placed them on both sides of his head. His eyes moved around the office and he spoke slowly, "A few minutes ago, when you left the hotel, a friend of mine put on your clothes, entered your office, and found your gun."

The corner of Arthur's eye twitched slightly, and seeing Koshei's expression without any worry, he quickly pulled out the magazine. After looking at the empty magazine, he reloaded it and took a breath with a little uneasiness.

Koshei reached into his pocket and grabbed something.

"Ding, ding ding."

He slowly loosened his hands, and several bullets fell from one hand into the palm of the other hand.

"Badr."

Koshe picked up one of the bullets, placed it upright on the table, and uttered a name.

"Bugila."

The second name, the second bullet, Arthur's brows began to frown and his breathing became slightly heavier.

"Frey."

At this point, all the dead white gloves have been named by Koshei, which also proves that these people were killed by him.

“These have been resolved.”

Koshe stretched out his finger and gently pushed forward, knocking down the three bullets representing the three dead people.

Arthur didn't say anything. He was looking at Koshe with a complicated look, not sure if it was anger or some other emotion.

"Loki," the next second, Koshe read out a few names that made Arthur's heart tremble, "Freya, Tyr, Hodel, Mondirfarli at the door, and... Arthur Wilder."

Koshe placed the last bullet in his hand on the table and looked at Arthur unkindly.

"You killed four people from my family. Likewise, I will only take four lives from you," Koshe raised his hand and pointed at Arthur, "but you can guess who the fourth life will be?"

Seeing that Arthur did not respond and just stood there blankly, Koshe got up from the table and slowly walked to the window.

"Your security measures are really pitiful," Koshei looked at the corridor outside the office through the gap between the blinds. "I could have killed you when I came in just now, but I didn't do it. There is a proverb in Syracuse, 'an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth', but if we keep on giving an eye for an eye, then everyone will become blind in the end."

Koshe raised the blinds with his fingers, and the light from outside shone through the window onto his face.

"You are a man of honor, Arthur Wilder, but so am I. I could have killed all your white gloves and black gloves without you knowing it, but I just took back what I lost." He turned his head and looked at Arthur, "Because I know your influence here, I want to propose to you that after I complete my revenge, we will be even. But I know that you can't just let me kill your men, so... why not have a fair competition, and after everything is over, we can sit down and have a good talk."

Arthur clenched his teeth. He didn't expect that Koshei had completely grasped the distribution of personnel on his side, but he knew nothing about the power of Koshei's side.

Faced with the conditions put forward by Koshe, Arthur was silent for a long time, and finally put the gun in his hand on the table.

“No harm to civilians, no harm to children.”

He took a step forward, looked Koshei in the eye at close range, and warned him.

"Don't alert the police."

Koshei raised a finger and added.

"Welcome to Columbia, Mr. Cascade."

Arthur sneered and shook his head slightly.

"Thank you."

Koshe also responded with a smile, but no one could tell how much of it was real and how much was fake.

After Koshe left, Arthur sat at the table and pondered for a long time.

Only after the wine in his glass was empty did he stand up and walk towards the office door.

"Mondirfarli, get the car ready," he opened the door and said to Mondirfarli, who was standing outside the door and contacting the Chamber of Commerce, "Cancel all the remaining meetings today. We are in trouble."

……

After leaving Arthur's office, Koshe walked into the elevator.

He silently controlled the hound pup to cover the camera in the elevator, then waited for a few seconds, and someone walked in.

"Well done, Sheffield," Koshe praised the man after the elevator door closed. "I told you that this trip to Colombia would not be possible without you."

"Godfather, you are too kind," Sheffield took the initiative to press the button for the first floor. He scratched his face a little embarrassedly, "I didn't do anything. I just changed my clothes and sneaked in, and took out the bullets from the gun. Miss Silk Cicada and Abraham can also do this."

"Abraham's ability needs conditions to be activated. No matter what, Sichan's identity as a ghost is too conspicuous here. Only you can do this, Sheffield." Koshe heard this, he smiled faintly and patted Sheffield on the shoulder, "If you don't do this, I may not be able to walk out of that office. Everyone has their own role to play, so there is no need to belittle yourself."

"Yes, Godfather."

Sheffield nodded, not sure if he really heard it.

Since Sheffield volunteered to join the Cascade family a few months ago, Koshei discovered that there were many problems with him.

He tends to panic easily when encountering things, but that's not a big deal because he can quickly calm down and make the most reasonable and appropriate way to deal with them.

Sheffield's real problem is a lack of confidence.