You don't even want to call me godfather

Fred knew why this was the case, and he also knew why the family was more popular among the people than the government.

But to be precise, it is the Godfather who is deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Godfather Ulysses had passed away, and after William was killed by the new godfather, his evil deeds were spread by many people, which further aroused people's dissatisfaction with the government.

The godfather, who belongs to the Cascade family, becomes a noble figure in comparison.

We will respond to every request and handle things in a satisfactory manner. We do not ask for equivalent returns, but only recognize friendship.

If he weren't in government, Fred admitted, even he would admire this way of doing things.

But unfortunately, this is against the law.

Fred walked into the street like an ordinary citizen.

He looked around for a moment, and after making sure that no one noticed him, he walked in one direction.

He was going to a place that everyone knew about, but no one dared to go.

What he wants to do is to put on a show.

……

Koshei sat on the steps at the door of the mansion.

He looked at the building opposite, smoking a cigarette with a depressed look, and no one knew what he was thinking.

After a long time, he saw a man on the opposite road, opened the door of his home with a key, and walked in.

After a while, the door was opened again, and the man seemed to be pushed out by someone inside and fell to the ground. Then he got up and slammed the door shut.

"laugh……"

Watching this brief farce, Koshe couldn't help but sneer.

It seems like another poor guy who was kicked out of his home.

Koshe saw the man sitting on the steps of his house like him.

The man took out a cigarette box from his pocket, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, but after searching all the pockets on his body, he found that he had no lighter.

He lowered his head in a daze, then as if he felt Koshei's gaze, he raised his head and their eyes met.

Looking at Koshei who was smoking, he suddenly stood up from the stairs and walked towards Koshei as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw.

Koshe also anticipated what the man wanted to do, so he took out his lighter and held it out.

The man took the lighter and lit a cigarette for himself.

The tacit understanding between the two men, both smokers, was revealed at this moment.

"Huh... I'm saved, I'm saved..." The man exhaled a puff of smoke happily. Then, as if he noticed Koshe's identity, he smiled and handed the lighter back to him. "Thank you very much, Godfather. Fred, this is my name."

Chapter 99: Silence

"Why, were you kicked out by your family too?"

Koshe held the cigarette in his hand, and he casually teased the man who had just made him feel better.

"Alas... every family has its own problems..." The man named Fred was not reserved. Even when facing Koshe, the godfather, he acted very naturally. "Godfather, what about you?"

"Well...my sister at home seems to be a little against me bringing someone home. Now, she's mad. I don't know how long I'll have to endure the cold outside."

When Kosheshan was a godson, he knew how to get along with the people of Syracuse. Even when he became a godfather, he did not like to put on airs of superiority.

He prefers to be friends with the people.

"Alas... women's minds," Fred said, carefully observing Koshe's expression, fearing that he would be exposed. "You look so thinly dressed, but they actually threw you out. It's too cruel."

"It's okay if they're not frozen," Koshe waved his hand. He had used his coat to cover Ω's wings on the way back. He didn't expect to be kicked out suddenly. "But what makes me depressed is why the people I brought back were not kicked out, but I am the one suffering outside."

"So, it's hard to guess what a woman is thinking," Fred shrugged. He suggested, "I have a few bottles of good wine, maybe you can use them to warm your body...hiss, I forgot now, it seems I can't go back now."

"Haha, you're quite interesting." Looking at Fred's performance, whether it was intentional or not, Koshe smiled, and his depression disappeared. He raised his thumb and pointed in a direction of the street. "I know a good bar. Do you want to go for a drink?"

……

Valhalla Bar.

Koshe and Fred sat at the bar, holding their glasses, clinked them together, and then drank them all.

"Let me tell you, I have a friend who is usually reliable, but sometimes he just doesn't know how to disguise himself." Fred's face didn't turn red because of the wine, but he looked drunk. He chatted happily with Koshe. "At work, he is like everyone's brain, but this brain always has some small problems."

"No one is perfect, no matter who he is," Koshei listened to Fred's words and gave a fair evaluation, "I also know a friend who is just like you, he is very smart, but sometimes he makes mistakes. Not long ago, he rushed to my face and scolded me."

"Haha, are all of Godfather's friends so bold?" Fred laughed and subconsciously patted Koshe's back, but he immediately realized his overstepping of authority. "Ah, sorry, I'm a little drunk."

"No, it's okay," Koshe said indifferently, "You don't have to distance yourself from me deliberately. Just treat me as a friend. I actually like it this way. After all, I don't know how long it has been since I felt this way."

Fred looked at Koshei, who was smiling but seemed to be speaking with a lot of sorrow, and his expression was a little serious.

He was not drunk, but he pretended to be drunk because he wanted to know what kind of person this new godfather, who was highly praised by the citizens but infamous in the government, was and how tolerant he was.

"This, is this Koshe's friend?" At this time, Jill, who had some free time, also came over and supported the bar with his arm. "Actually, when you are with Koshe, you don't have to care too much about status. For Koshe, it seems that what he hates most is the difference in status."

Jill heard everything the two had talked about at the bar. She was also a little curious about this man she had never seen before, so she stepped forward to remind him.

"Ah, is that so?" Fred pretended to be enlightened. "Then I'm relieved. When I heard about the Godfather's deeds before, I thought he would be a difficult person to talk to. Haha."

"Perhaps because of the long-standing tradition, many people do think so," Koshe glanced at Jill and said, "But in fact, no matter who you are with, after spending some time with them, their opinions will change to some extent."

"Oh, I really envy you, Godfather," Fred sighed and said, "You are able to build good relationships with so many people and become friends with them. Unlike me, I have to bear the pressure from those old men at work every day."

"But I believe that one day, you will be in their position," Koshei said with some realization, "Now... maybe it is the era of the new generation. Those old people in power with stubborn ideas will be pulled down by the young people sooner or later. I see that you are not very old, so you should understand what I mean, right?"

"Yes, Godfather, this year... um... almost 22," Fred nodded and admitted, "When I was young, my father also said something similar to me, so I can understand it."

"Father?"

Koshe noticed this word in Fred's painting. In Syracuse, few people called their fathers that.

More often than not, it is a custom left over from a few large families during the previous period of multiple families.

"Please don't mind it, Godfather," Fred realized that he had said something wrong and tried to fool around. "To be a little arrogant, my family used to be a family that attached great importance to education and etiquette, so there are some habits that cannot be changed."

Suddenly, Koshei felt his pocket vibrating.

He pulled out his phone and saw several missed calls from Destiny and several messages asking where he was.

"Well, it seems that my sister at home is finally willing to let me go back." Koshe stood up from his seat, looked at Jill, and took out his wallet from his pocket. "Then I will leave first, Jill."

"Well, I should be leaving soon. It was nice chatting with you today, Godfather." Fred also stood up and extended his hand to Koshe. "I look forward to seeing you next time, Godfather. Can we have a few drinks together then?"

"Of course, Fred."

Koshei held his hand. For him, it was like making a new friend today.

"Be careful on the road, Koshei. The boss told me that things are not going well with the government recently," Jill reminded the two men. "Also, remember to take some time to visit that girl Anjie. She's been thinking about you all day long, but you just forgot about her the moment you turned around."

"Okay, got it, Jill," Koshe agreed, "We'll be leaving then."

Koshe and Fred parted ways at the door of the bar.

He walked towards home, while Fred stood at the door of the bar and was reluctant to go back.

He looked in the opposite direction not far away and saw a person in government uniform.

"Prime Minister Fred?" The government official happened to witness Fred and Koshe coming out of the bar at the same time. He asked in surprise, "How did you...get involved with the Mafia..."

Fred looked around and confirmed that there were no other witnesses. He walked up quickly, grabbed the government official, turned around and entered the alley.

"Prime Minister Fred, you..."

Before the man could say more, Fred suddenly grabbed his throat with his arm.

"Shh..." Fred strangled him expressionlessly, feeling his helpless struggle, and whispered, "The rule of survival, don't say too much, keep silent..."

After a long time, the alley returned to peace, and Fred walked out alone.

He brushed off the dust on his body caused by the man's struggle, looked around, and left in a hurry.

All that was left in the alley was the body of a government official.

Chapter 100 Florida

Fred, he never told anyone his last name.

Many years ago, when the country of Syracuse was divided among several families and the government, his father had made plans for his future.

Syracuse at that time had several of the largest families.

Cascades, Texas, La Plaine, Florida, Kenai Mountains, Falklands.

And he, Fred Florida, is the eldest son of the Florida family.

But his father always lived with a cautious attitude, and he often warned Fred -

"The rule of survival is not to talk too much, but to keep silent."

Perhaps it is precisely because of their cautious style and unknown actions that the Florida family is seen as a family existing in the shadows by the people of Syracuse.

His father used his financial resources to send him to the government at an early stage and let him go into politics.

At that time, Fred didn't understand why he, the eldest son of the family, had to hide his identity and live under the government. His strong sense of family made it difficult for him to adapt to his new life.

But then, he understood.

But the price is very painful.

That day, he received an order from the government. Government officials came out in droves, and he was caught in the crowd, moving forward in an unknown direction.

But when he realized that their target was the mansion where his father was, it was too late.

The father who was so majestic in the past was now forced to kneel on the ground with a gun pointed at his head.

Fred wanted to speak out, wanted to reach out his hand, but he knew that if he did so, his identity would be exposed, and he would surely die.

Someone noticed Fred, who looked uneasy and hesitant, and they pulled him out and made him stand right in front of his father.

They asked Fred to pick up the gun and kill the head of the mafia family. They didn't mind letting this be a "courage training session" for the newcomer Fred.

Although his father was kneeling on the ground, his majesty as the head of the family remained undiminished. He saw Fred standing in front of him among the crowd around him.

He laughed, and his gloomy laughter made the people around him feel uneasy, and they raised their guns and aimed at him.

Only Fred, holding the gun in his hand, was still hesitating.

"Laws of survival, don't say too much—"

His father lowered his head and uttered words that Fred remembered.

"…remain silent."

Fred understood what he meant and said in a voice that only he could hear.

Then he raised his gun and pointed it at his father.

"boom!"

That night, all the major families in Syracuse suffered heavy losses, except for the Cascade family, which remained glorious.

Fred knew that this was a premeditated attack, a sweep against all families. Even the Cascade family, which suffered the least damage, lost an entire orphanage of children.

After that, he spent a lot of time investigating the truth of that night.

But what he could get was very little.

That night, Cascade chose to cooperate with the government.

Before that, Florida sent him into government.

Texas and Lapland joined forces for warmth.

Kenaishan sent his eldest son abroad.

The Falklanders were exterminated, but it is said that some of their bloodlines are still left in Colombia.

Fred fell into a long period of contemplation, thinking about what he should do, and he knew what he should do.