You don't even want to call me godfather

Koshe was silent.

He lowered his head with an expression of disbelief on his face.

He gradually knelt down, and his hands holding Hong's shoulders gradually tightened, but after a moment, they loosened and slid down.

"Well, I see."

Koshe stood up and raised his head. There was no sadness on his face, but instead a strange smile.

"Koshe..."

"Hong, go back first. It's already early in the morning." Koshe walked to the door, his hand holding the door handle. "It's getting late. I should rest too."

After saying this, he prepared to leave Destiny's room.

But suddenly, Hong hugged him from behind.

"red?"

"'Grandma' once told Hong that hugging is the best way to express feelings," Hong hugged Koshe's waist, her face pressed against his back, and said in a still childish voice, "Hong, I don't want to make Koshe sad. Hong, I don't want to make Koshe sad. Hong hopes this can make Koshe feel more comfortable."

Koshe's hand holding the door handle was trembling slightly, and his eyes were a little sore, but he just blinked and gently broke away from Hong's embrace.

"I'm fine, Red, don't worry."

Koshei comforted him, forcing a very ugly smile.

Then he closed the door.

Koshe returned to his room. The effect of the truth serum had worn off, but he felt his body was heavy with every step he took.

When he came to the bed, Koshe lay down on it without taking off his clothes.

He weakly pulled the quilt over himself and covered himself with it hastily.

We are walking on the eternal journey of life, running through hardships, achieving nirvana in setbacks, with sorrow covering our bodies and pain scattered all over the ground.

We are tired, but we have no way to stop; we are suffering, but we cannot avoid it.

Koshe pulled the quilt over his head and curled up in the bed.

……

"Ding dong."

"Ding dong, ding dong."

Koshe was awakened by the doorbell. He slowly got up from the bed and sat there in a daze.

"Ding dong, ding dong."

The doorbell rang more and more urgently. Koshe got out of bed, put on his slippers and left the room.

He passed by Destiny's room and stopped. He pushed open the half-open door, but there was still no sign of Destiny inside.

"Ding dong, ding dong."

"coming!"

The doorbell annoyed him, so he shouted downstairs, then went downstairs and walked to the door.

"Koshe."

He opened the door, only to be greeted by a face that disgusted him.

"Patrick..."

"I'm sorry about Ulysses," William stood at the door. The two congressmen who had been with him were gone. His expression was serious, or he tried to be serious. "As a friend of Ulysses, I hope I can talk to you."

"If you have anything to say, just say it here."

Koshe didn't look at William well. He knew that the godfather's death was related to the government, but he had no evidence at the moment.

"It seems that you are not in a good mood. After all, this kind of thing happened." William put his hands behind his back and said in a low voice, "I plan to hold a press conference at the square in the center of Syracuse at noon tomorrow. I hope you can join me then, Koshe."

"why?"

"Because this press conference is related to both you and me," William said, "I know you don't like the government, kid, but the power of the Cascade family is not supported by Ulysses alone."

"What do you mean?"

William's words made Koshei lose all his sleepiness in an instant. He looked at William unkindly and asked.

"Nothing, I just hope you can give me some face. The friendly relationship between the government and the family needs to be confirmed with the people. I think if Ulysses were still alive, he would think so too." William's mouth corners slightly raised. He took a step forward, got close to Koshe's ear, and said, "Or, you don't want everything Ulysses has built, the power and wealth of the Cascade family, to be destroyed because of you, right, Koshe?"

"..."

Koshe didn't say anything. He looked at William's treacherous appearance with a gloomy face and clenched his fists.

"Well, I'm looking forward to tomorrow's press conference, Koshei, see you then."

William left this sentence and left.

Koshei closed the door and thought about what William had just said to him.

"The friendly relationship between the government and the family..."

"That's ridiculous."

"Msisha?"

"I just got back from a little business last night," Msisha said in Koshe's mind, "and I just got back and heard something that disgusted me. Enough is enough."

"..."

Koshe was in no mood to argue with Msisha. He checked the time, changed his shoes at the entrance, put on his coat, and left the mansion.

Now, he just wants to have a few drinks.

Chapter 44: Red Comet

"Welcome to the Valhalla Bar. What would you like to order?"

Walking into the bar, Jill, who was wiping the wine glasses, spoke without looking up.

"Today... why are you still open during the day?"

Koshe walked over to the high chair in front of the bar and sat down, and asked.

"The bar's business has been declining lately. We might go bankrupt someday, so we can only extend our business hours," Jill raised his head and saw that it was Koshei. He lowered his head again and mixed up the recipe for the drink. "What about you? Have you been coming here too often recently?"

"Well... it's okay. Everyone has disappointments in life, and I'm no exception."

"I'm sorry about the Godfather thing," Jill said as he placed the cleaned wine glass upside down in the glass cabinet. "If you want to talk to me, I'd be happy to accompany you and be a listener."

She took a bottle of whiskey and two glasses from the cabinet under the bar and poured a glass for Koshe and herself.

“As a bartender, is it really okay to drink with customers?”

Koshe took the glass and asked.

"It doesn't matter anymore. The boss rarely comes back to the bar now, so this little thing is nothing." Jill picked up the glass, took a sip, and said, "Of course, if possible, I really hope she can come back more often. It's a bit hard to run this place alone."

"Is this so..."

"Hey, Jill! Coming to work so early?"

Just as Koshe was about to say something, he was interrupted by a loud female voice.

He turned around and saw a woman with short white hair walking in from the door, carrying a bag in her hand.

"Hmm? Koshei is here too? It's really lively today!"

The woman's carefree appearance and generous voice did not annoy Koshei. On the contrary, he felt grateful that he had not heard this voice for a long time.

"Oh, yes, come and have a drink and chat with Jill," Koshe said, taking a sip of wine from his glass. "Jill told me that you haven't been back for a long time, Dana?"

Dana didn't say much, but walked to the bar, put what she was holding on the ground, then looked at Koshei with a smirk and extended her hand to him.

Looking at the mechanical arm that Dana stretched out, Koshe sighed helplessly.

coming soon.

Suddenly, Dana clenched her fists, and the action that was originally intended to shake hands instantly turned into an attacking action, striking towards Koshe.

"Okay, Jill is scared by you."

Koshe just turned his head slightly to avoid the swift punch, and Dana's fist stopped appropriately beside his ear.

"It seems that you haven't regressed during this time that we haven't seen each other, Koshei, your reaction is still as fast as ever."

As she spoke, Dana also sat down on the high chair in front of the bar, stretched her fingers, and teased.

"Rather, it's you who's regressed, Dana."

Koshe reached out and pressed Dana's mechanical arm, pushing it down.

Dana Zane, the owner of the Valhalla Bar, is a carefree-looking woman with a mechanical arm that makes her look intimidating.

She used to be a professional female wrestler, a character known as the "Red Comet". She even had a record of defeating ten bears alone. Although she finally released those bears, there is no doubt that she is also a character with a questionable combat power.

"bo...boss? Why are you back?"

Jill was stunned watching from the side. Although she knew her boss's character, she was still a little panicked when Dana really took action.

After all, there had been an incident before where someone was causing trouble in a bar and Dana grabbed the collar and threw him out of the bar.

"Well..." Dana paused, she glanced at Koshei beside her, and said, "I just returned to Syracuse this morning and heard about the Godfather. I guessed that Koshei would come to see you, so I rushed here without stopping. It seems that I am not late."

"godfather……"

Jill was silent, and returned to the serious topic. Looking at Koshe who was drinking dejectedly, she didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Oh, what a nice guy! I remember meeting the Godfather before and I felt he was a respectable man," Dana seemed a little excited. She looked around and then locked onto her target. She snatched the glass from Koshe's hand and drank it all in one gulp. "Wow - so cool! I'm so thirsty after all the traveling here. Jill, get another bottle of wine and fill Koshe's glass!"

"Ah good."

Jill wiped the cold sweat from her forehead silently. After not seeing Dana for a while, she felt that Dana's personality seemed to become more and more casual.

"I know what you want to say, Jill, but life is like this, it's unpredictable, no one knows what tomorrow will be like. I also want to say this to Koshe." Dana looked at the empty wine glass in her hand and suddenly became very serious. She put the glass down with an indescribable feeling in her eyes. At the same time, she asked Koshe, "If I'm not mistaken, you should be very confused now, right?"

"……Um."

Koshe took the new glass from Jill and did not deny it.

On the contrary, he was happy that there was someone to chat with him now.

"Is there any cigarette?"

"Well, wait."

Koshei subconsciously touched his pocket, but he couldn't find the cigarette box after searching his whole body.

Only then did he remember that the last two cigarettes last night had been smoked by him and Lapland.

Seeing that Koshei suddenly stood there like a computer crash, Jill put her cigarette box on the bar.

"Just make do with what you have. I can't afford any expensive cigarettes."

She said.

Dana took Jill's cigarette box and skillfully took out three cigarettes from it, giving them to Koshe and Jill respectively. Then she struck a match on the bar and lit cigarettes for herself and the two of them.

"Have you ever thought about the future, Koshei?"

Dana held the cigarette, took a puff, moved the ashtray between the three of them, flicked the ash, and asked.

"No... not yet," Koshe said, blowing out a puff of smoke. "This incident happened too suddenly, so suddenly that I don't even have a clue right now. Perhaps all I can do is to stabilize the party members and prevent them from privately organizing any revenge actions."

"Speaking of which, I told you before, when will you let me join your family? I have yet to experience the life of the mafia."

Dana asked as she held up the glass and held it out to Koshei.

"At least not for the time being," Koshei clinked glasses with Dana and said, "The ritual process of joining the family is performed by the godfather. Now that the godfather is gone, there is no one who can do it."

"What are you talking about? Aren't you the next Godfather?" Dana teased him, then looked at the golden wine in the glass, regained her composure, and asked, "Do you know who did it?"

"Not sure. When I arrived at the hospital, my godfather was already dying."

"I heard it was Lappland. Now the whole Syracuse is saying that the orphan of the Lappland family assassinated the Godfather."

Dana picked up the bottle of whiskey, filled her glass, and said.

"No, it wasn't her," Koshe said, looking at the mist rising from the cigarette in his hand. "She could have done that, but she didn't. Someone else killed the Godfather."