You don't even want to call me godfather

"So, what are you doing here?"

"Look down. Do you feel that Syracuse is a big country?"

Koshe asked, resting his arms on the fence.

"Compared to where I am, it is just a very inconspicuous corner," Msisha said mercilessly, "but if you look at it from your human point of view, it is not small."

"You can see a lot of things from this place," Koshe said, pointing to the streets in the distance. "I used to like coming here to see the night view of Syracuse, but during the day, it's a different experience. You can feel the prosperity of this country and see some unexpected things."

"Something unexpected?"

"For example, the infected people sitting in the shadows in that street and alley over there, and the boats carrying something away by the river," Koshe's finger followed his gaze and then moved to several people walking on the road, "and those government officials who just got off the car."

"Government officials? How did you know?" Msisha guessed, "Clothes? But those people were not wearing the same clothes as the government officials we saw before."

"People have their own histories, even in Syracuse, and the histories of families and governments vary widely," Koshe answered. "That history is reflected in the clothes they wear, the cars they drive, or the newspapers they read. As long as there is a country with a history, its people are like this."

"But there are some people who can deliberately conceal it, right?"

"Well, at times like this, you have to rely on your feelings."

"Do I need to rely on experience to judge? Or is it what you just said, that I can improvise?"

"That's right," Koshe agreed. "When I was working for the Godfather, I often came into contact with many people outside the family. Over time, I discovered the differences between people. After all, the effort required to spot a target person at a glance is completely different from the effort required to find a target person with a large amount of intelligence and on-site inspections. In the words of the Godfather, people who see the essence of something in one second and people who cannot see the essence of something in half a lifetime naturally have different destinies."

"...It seems that Ulysses's departure has really changed you a lot, Koshe," Msisha said after a few seconds of silence, "Although I don't know whether this is good or bad, at least becoming the Godfather is not a bad thing."

"That's enough," Koshe said. "More than anything else, I need to learn how to stabilize the family's power. If the godfather's life's work is destroyed in my hands, I can't even die to atone for it."

"Don't be so pessimistic, Koshei. Even I am a little uncomfortable with you."

"Well... Next, let's wait for tomorrow's press conference. By then, everything will change."

Feeling the midday sun, Koshe said this.

Chapter 47 Wait and See

Time passed quickly, and it was the next day in a blink of an eye.

Koshe walked out of the mansion and heard the sound of children playing. He looked towards the source of the sound and saw a brown-haired Lupo boy and a silver-haired Lupo girl playing under the house next door.

"Mikhail! Leah! Stop making so much noise outside!"

A woman came out of the next room and scolded the two children, and the children became quiet.

Then the woman noticed Koshei standing nearby, her expression softened instantly, and she walked towards him.

"Koshei, child..." The woman seemed very familiar with Koshei. She said in a comforting tone, "Are you okay? I express my deepest condolences for the passing of my godfather."

"Thank you for your concern, Mrs. Helen," Koshe replied politely, "Everyone is born, grows old, gets sick and dies. The dead rest in peace and the living let go. I have come out of it."

"I understand you, child. The death of a loved one is not an easy thing," Mrs. Helen said worriedly. "If you and your sister need anything, please tell me."

"Don't worry, Mrs. Helen. With the family here, everything will be fine."

Mrs. Helen had lived next door to Koshe for several years and had been his neighbor ever since he started living on his own.

Even Mrs. Helen's husband, Loft, is a cadre in the family and one of the people the Godfather trusts.

"I heard from the government that there seems to be a press conference at noon today?" When mentioning the family, Mrs. Helen said, "You have to be careful. Those people in the government are not good people."

"I know, Mrs. Helen, I know."

"Don't think I'm nagging you, kid. When my husband was working for the Godfather, he often came into contact with those people. He told me last night that something will definitely happen at today's press conference. You must be careful!"

Mrs. Helen looked very excited. Koshe didn't know what her husband had said to her, but he was more or less aware that this press conference might not be as simple as confirming the relationship between the government and the family.

Looking at the two children holding branches as weapons behind Mrs. Helen, Koshei could always see some familiar shadows in them.

But he didn't think much about it. After saying goodbye to Mrs. Helen, he rushed to the square in the center of the city.

Unlike yesterday, there are obviously a lot more people on the streets today.

But most of them were heading in the same direction, and it went without saying that it was the press conference.

While walking on the road, Koshe took out his mobile phone for some unknown reason.

As he walked, he looked through his address book.

In the address book, there were only the numbers of the godfather, godmother, Destiny, some cadres and party members in the family, and Angelina.

The numbers of the first three are no longer being answered, including the Godfather and Destiny...but the Godmother has lost contact for some unknown reason. The Godfather said that the Godmother is not in Syracuse now, and Koshe is worried that something happened to her while she was out in Syracuse.

But no matter how much he worried, it would be in vain. Although he was not isolated and helpless now, he could not get involved in things outside Syracuse.

He could only wait and see, hoping that nothing happened to his godmother, otherwise he really wouldn't know what to do.

"Ta-ta-ta-ta."

While he was thinking, a burst of hurried footsteps came from behind, and a person quickly brushed past Koshei, hitting his shoulder and arm, and his cell phone was knocked out and fell to the ground.

"Ok?"

Koshe didn't rush to pick up the phone. Instead, he looked at the person who bumped into him, and the other person also stopped and turned around to look at him.

"Oh, sorry, I'm in a hurry."

The way the other person looked at Koshei was different from that of other Syracuse citizens. He did not show any respect for Koshei's status as a godson. Instead, he looked more like a passerby, apologizing politely.

Before Koshei could respond, he started running forward.

That direction... should be the people going to the press conference.

Koshe picked up the phone from the ground, fortunately it was not broken. He looked at the boy's back and recalled the face he had just seen. He felt that it was somewhat familiar, as if it looked very similar to someone he knew.

But he didn't think much about it. Instead, he was more curious about why the boy had to bump into him when the road was so spacious.

Ten minutes later, Koshei arrived at the central square.

Many citizens and members of the Cascade family have gathered at the press conference.

Koshe walked around the crowd and went behind a makeshift podium.

"Yo, Boss!"

As soon as he got behind the scenes, he heard a familiar voice.

"Javi?"

Koshe was a little surprised. Although he had asked Jose to bring more people, he didn't want to call Javi and others who had almost no status in the family.

"Are you here, brother?" José appeared in front of Koshei. He saw Koshei's confusion and explained, "Considering the special nature of today's press conference, I have basically recruited all the party members who are free to come to prevent any accidents."

"What a grand event..." Koshei said helplessly, but it was harmless. "Although this may bring a lot of pressure to the government, it's better to be safe than sorry."

"Loft came to talk to me last night," Jose continued, seeing that Koshe had no objection to this, "It was the cadre who had always been by the Godfather's side. He thought that the government's press conference was probably malicious. When you go on stage later, I will bring a few cadres with you. If the government wants to make trouble, we will take action first."

"There's no need to be so nervous, Jose," Koshe said. "It's just a press conference. I will be sensible. Besides, there are so many citizens watching below. They don't have the guts to start a riot in public."

"Well, I know. Then we will just wait and see. Once something happens, we will make a judgment," Jose nodded and said, "I won't let anything happen to you, and neither will the gang members. The biggest wolf of the Cascade family has fallen, and we can't let you meet with any misfortune."

"I'm glad you think so, but don't worry, I have my own plans. The government's attitude today will determine my attitude towards them in the future."

Koshe's tone was firm, and he seemed to have already thought about what to do next.

"Okay, William is here," Jose said, looking at William Patrick, who was walking over from the other side of the crowd, accompanied by several congressmen. "The press conference is about to start, let's go over there too."

"Well, let's go."

Koshe agreed.

William called over a few people, including several family cadres and Javi, and followed Koshei onto the podium.

Chapter 48 Blood Debt Repaid with Blood

Koshe took Jose and others to the podium.

Jose and his men seemed to be very alert, and stood slightly apart beside Koshe. Several cadres walked behind William, stood beside the government councillor, and stared at them closely.

William looked around and saw that the people of the Cascade family had formed a small circle on the podium, but he didn't care. Instead, he took the pre-adjusted microphone from the stand in front of him and handed it to Koshe.

Koshe spread his hands to him, indicating that he should announce the start of the press conference.

“I smell it.”

'On the scene?'

"Yes, very close to you."

'Okay, I get it. '

The brief conversation in his mind brought Koshe's attention to the highest level. He was always observing William and the group of people behind him.

William blew into the microphone a few times before he began to speak.

"Today, I, the government, and the Cascade family stand here together to hold this press conference to mourn the passing of our godfather, Ulysses Cascade, and to clarify the relationship between the government and the family."

After William began his speech, the citizens in the audience gradually quieted down.

Looking at the silent scene, William handed the microphone to Koshe again.

"Say something."

William narrowed his eyes and said.

Koshe took the microphone, hung it back on the stand, and stepped forward.

"The death of the Godfather is a sad thing," Koshei said, holding the microphone and looking at the citizens below, with mixed feelings in his heart. "Life is unpredictable. His death was very sudden, and even I found it difficult to accept it for a while."

"Death is not something unexpected, Koshe Cascade," William suddenly took over his words and said, "This is his fate. After the glory, it will eventually come to an end. As the next godfather, you should not sink in the death of your predecessors. If you always live in the shadow of others..."

"I know, Mr. Patrick, I know," William had already deviated from the topic, and Koshe had to interrupt him, "As you said, destiny, maybe... just like the land we live in, this country, it is perfect because it is imperfect."

At this moment, one of the people following William suddenly stepped forward and whispered something in William's ear.

William nodded and motioned for him to step back.

At this time, Koshe also discovered that the man was the boy who had bumped into him on the road just now.

"Let's end this topic for now. Let me introduce a person to the citizens of Syracuse," William turned sideways and extended his arm to the young man, "my son, Bartley Patrick."

The audience was very quiet, so quiet that it was embarrassing.

Should we applaud now? Many citizens looked around and thought so.

But compared to William's son, they actually care more about the affairs of the Cascade family.

After all, in Syracuse, the Cascade family's status in the hearts of the people is far higher than that of the government.

William also knew this, and he stood there with a forced smile, but Koshei, who was standing next to him, could clearly see the discomfort in his expression.

Bartley Patrick.

Glancing at the boy who was about his age, Koshe remembered the name and the face.

Perhaps in the near future, this young man will also become his enemy.

"Let's get back to the point. Koshe Cascade, as the next godfather of the Cascade family, have you ever thought about when you will take office?" Just as Koshe was thinking, William asked him a tricky question, "As far as I know, the position of godfather in the family is indispensable. Now that Ulysses has left, should you also fill this vacancy?"

"...If the rest of the time is filled with topics like these, I think the press conference can end early, Mr. Patrick," Koshe mercilessly criticized William's rudeness, "I think the citizens in the audience don't want to see us standing here performing crosstalk."

"You are so impatient, Koshe." William turned his head away and smiled. He pursed his lips and said, "Then let's get straight to the point."

"Please say."

"Koshei Cascade! The current godfather of the Cascade family," William's tone became more serious than before. He stared straight at Koshei and took off the microphone with one hand. "You are the head of the Cascade family and the person in charge. I believe your words should represent the entire Cascade family."

"continue."

Although he was somewhat dissatisfied with William's unauthorized placement of Koshe in the position of godfather, considering the citizens watching from the audience, Koshe just frowned slightly.

"I, William Patrick, would like to express my friendship to the Cascade family on behalf of all the members of the Syracuse government," William said, extending his hand to Koshe. "I am also an old acquaintance of your father, Ulysses Cascade, and as the child of my old friend, shouldn't you also show some friendship to our government?"

Jose suddenly took a step forward, but Koshe stopped him with his hand.

His eyes were full of disgust as he looked at William. Jose's patience with a scoundrel like William who lied with open eyes had reached its limit.

"Just be patient for a while now. It's not the time to get angry yet."

Koshe turned his head and spoke to Jose in a low voice.