You don't even want to call me godfather

The leader was controlled by Indra before he could fire a shot, and the others were unable to withstand the large numbers of the Glasgow Gang.

It was not until the leader was beaten by Indra with brass knuckles until he lost his reaction that Vina forcibly stopped her.

Fortunately, no life was in danger, but out of consideration for her position, Vina chose to follow those people to meet the head of the Solomons family, explain the situation in person, and apologize.

There was no way the Glasgow gang would let Vina go deep into the enemy camp alone. Indra, knowing that he had gone too far, could hardly tolerate the people who were driving them away.

"arrive."

After a long time, in an empty place in the brewery, the people who were driving away the Glasgow Gang stopped them.

In the huge wine storage room, there was only a man wearing a top hat standing in the middle with his back to them.

Behind him were two tables with several bottles of wine and more than twenty wine glasses.

The man who was injured by Indra was held by several other people. He covered his face, which had been bandaged but still bleeding, and stared at them unkindly.

"Uh, I heard that you hurt my people?"

Solomons asked, his back to the crowd, leaning on a cane and just tilting his head slightly.

"I hope you can give us a chance to explain this matter so that we can resolve it in a way that satisfies both parties." Seeing Solomons speak, Vina glanced at Indra and took two steps forward. "We are from Victoria. You can call us Glasgow."

"Uh, I know who you are," Solomons cleared his throat, turned around and looked at Vina, "Glasgow Gang, you came all the way to this country just to find a place to settle down, but as soon as you arrived in Syracuse, you had a conflict with the locals. It's really pitiful, isn't it?"

"Fuck, why does this guy have such a bad mouth?"

"Calm down, Indra, don't forget what I just said," Vina stopped Indra who was about to move, and said to Solomon, "What you said is true, I can't deny it, but we came here mainly to negotiate peace with you."

"Well, there's no rush for this matter," Solomons shrugged. He leaned on his cane and walked to the table step by step. He picked up the bottle of wine on the table and unscrewed it. "The people of Syracuse value friendship, and the Solomons family is no exception. If you don't mind, you can taste the whiskey shipped back from Victoria together, and then talk about those unpleasant things."

He poured wine into the glasses one by one, and the people of the Glasgow Gang watched him slowly pour wine into each glass. Finally, he took the lead in raising a glass and took a sip.

"Well, it tastes good. Don't just stand there. Drink some. Then we can talk business."

He held the wine glass, took off his top hat, and looked at the people in front of him.

But they didn't notice that when Solomon took off his hat, he took advantage of the gap between his face and spit the wine in his mouth into the hat.

"Master, what should we do?"

Indra looked at Vina with some confusion, and everyone in the Glasgow Gang looked at each other, not knowing what to choose.

"First... do as he says. Although you may not be happy about this, Indra, we are the ones asking for help now."

Veena whispered to Indra and others.

Seeing Vina speak, everyone walked forward more or less hesitantly, picked up their glasses and drank them all in one gulp.

Even Morgan, who usually didn't drink much alcohol, was forced to drink the wine produced in their hometown under the pressure of the situation.

"We've already had our drink, shouldn't we get down to business, sir?"

Vina asked as she put the glass back on the table.

"Well, actually, I have already thought of a way to solve this problem before you came." Solomons spread his hands and reached into his pocket to search for something. "You know, I am a businessman, so you should also know that for me, there is something that can solve all problems."

"I'm sorry I can't think of it."

"Well, don't worry, I've made a rough detailed list." Solomons took out a folded paper from his pocket and turned it over. "You injured my people. The medical expenses will cost 1800 pounds. In fact, it only costs 1500 pounds, but the person you injured is a worker, so you need to add more money. Then you need to add another 600 pounds because his family also needs a subsidy. Then you have to add another 600 pounds because you are illegal immigrants from Victoria."

Vina frowned. She had never expected that Solomons would try to use money to settle the matter so rudely.

She glanced at the Glasgow gang awkwardly, and Morgan shook his head at her.

"Well, in addition to that, I need you to give me 2000 pounds, because this is a shady business, and this 2000 pounds is the hush money for me not to hand you over to that Cascade Godfather." After reading, Solomons raised his head, looked at Vina, and handed the paper to her, "The total amount and details are all written on it."

Vina took the paper and felt a little embarrassed when she saw the total amount of 5000 pounds written on it.

The previous 60,000 pounds was almost all their assets, and the current Glasgow gang is simply unable to pay this amount of compensation.

Moreover, she was also interested in the "Cascade Fathers" mentioned by Solomons.

"I'm very sorry," but Vina suppressed her curiosity. She pushed the paper back to Solomons and said, "We can't afford this amount. Can we discuss other settlement options?"

"Well, without money, this matter will be difficult to handle..."

Solomons did not take the paper handed to him by Vina. He frowned deeply and glanced at the members of the Glasgow Gang one by one. It seemed that his attitude changed suddenly.

"No, Master..." Suddenly, Vina felt a hand on her shoulder. It was Indra. She gritted her teeth and said, "I don't feel right... My body feels so heavy... We have to leave quickly..."

"Indra, you..."

Vina's heart sank. She looked at the entire Glasgow gang and found that everyone, without exception, began to show powerless reactions.

Even she herself began to feel increasingly weak. Indra's hand, which was lightly placed on her shoulder, seemed extremely heavy at this moment, as if it was about to crush her body.

"Fuck! You guys!" Indra noticed Vina's discomfort. She quickly retracted her hand, grabbed the brass knuckles, and rushed towards Solomons. "Do you think I don't know how the sedative feels? You guys..."

But before she could touch Solomons, her legs went weak and she fell to her knees.

Looking at the dead bodies of the Glasgow gang, Solomon walked around Indra, picked up the piece of paper that fell next to Vina and put it away.

Then he called his employees over and pointed at Vina, who was half-kneeling on the ground, still struggling to support her body with a long-handled hammer.

"Tie up the others, lock them up, and send her to Cascade," Solomons ordered, looking at Vina who was looking at him with vicious and unwilling eyes. "Until she has enough compensation, the others are not allowed to be released."

Chapter 9 Gangsters and Mafia

"Dong dong."

"dad?"

Just when Koshe was troubled by the things she saw in her dream, Ω gently knocked on the outer wall of the study. She poked her little head out from the door and seemed to have something to say.

"What's wrong, Ω?"

Koshe lowered his voice. He didn't want to wake Iris up. He gently moved the arm that Iris had placed on him, then stood up and walked to the door.

"That... Uncle Loft is at the door, and he seems to be with someone." In the past month, Ω and Iris have met many times, and she is quite familiar with Iris, so when she saw that Iris was still asleep, Ω lowered her voice, "That person seems very angry, I can hear her inner voice, Dad... be careful."

"Okay, I understand." Looking at Ω's worried eyes, Koshei stretched his hand from under her halo, pressed it on her head, and rubbed it gently. "Can Ω tell Dad what that person is thinking?"

"Hmm... Indra, Morgan, Gawain... and what about the Glasgow Gang?" This seemed a bit awkward. She frowned slightly. "It seems to be these. I'm not sure. I can't understand these words."

"That's enough. You did a great job, Ω." Koshe took his hand away from Ω's head. "Go upstairs first. Don't let outsiders see you."

"Yeah, I get it, Dad."

Ω nodded obediently, glanced at Iris who still had her eyes closed, and trotted up the stairs.

Koshe sighed. He had been busy enough during this period of time, but there were always some inexplicable things that needed him to deal with.

He arrived at the door of the mansion and saw Loft standing there, holding a woman who looked like Filin, with her eyes blindfolded and her hands tied.

"Ah... So, what happened this time, Loft?"

Koshe asked helplessly, he had finally had a chance to rest for a while, but now it would probably take up some of his time again.

"It's... someone sent by the Solomons family, Godfather," Loft said as he carried Vina into the house. He looked a little embarrassed, as if he had never expected this to happen. "They said he was smuggled in from Victoria on the Manchester family's ship."

"Well... OK, I got it. Send her to the study first and let her be quiet. Don't wake up Iris. I'll come over later." Koshe closed the door and said to Loft, "Loft, would you like a glass of wine or coffee?"

"No, I don't need it, Godfather," Loft shook his head and took Vina to the study. "I have to go back to take care of the child later. Mikhail is very sensitive to all kinds of smells. He is a good child."

Koshe walked slowly to the kitchen, boiled some water, took out some coffee beans from the refrigerator, poured them into the grinder, and cut and ground the beans into powder.

Then he found a piece of filter paper, folded it and put it on the brewing seat, poured in the powder, and then rotated the boiled water to pour it into the filter paper containing the coffee powder.

After waiting for about two or three minutes, he poured the coffee in the pot into two cups.

There were two people waiting for him in the study, but Koshe was still leisurely preparing the coffee.

When he returned to the study with two cups of coffee, Loft had already placed Vina in a chair and tied her wrists to the back of the chair.

"Untie her, Loft, and take the bandage off her eyes."

Koshe walked to the desk, put a cup of coffee on the table, and took another cup, blew on it, and took a sip.

Loft took off the cloth on Vina's eyes. Vina opened her eyes and found herself in a completely unfamiliar environment with a young man sitting in front of her.

She was about to speak, but was suddenly covered by Loft's mouth.

"Shh..." Koshe made a gesture to keep quiet. His eyes stayed on the iris in the corner of the study for a moment, and then he said softly, "Don't worry, we are different from the Solomons family, and we are not as violent as them, so no matter what the reason is, as long as we don't wake up the girl sleeping in the corner over there, we can talk about it."

Hearing this, Vina turned her head slightly and saw Iris sleeping. She hesitated for a moment and finally nodded.

Loft released his hand from around her mouth and untied the restraints on her wrists.

"Name, cause, and what happened between you and the Solomons family," Koshe asked a few questions briefly. He put down the coffee cup in his hand and pushed the untouched cup of coffee forward. "Or, can you drink a cup of coffee to calm down first, and then continue this meeting?"

Vina looked at the coffee that Koshe pushed in front of her. She frowned slightly and was reluctant to take it for a long time.

On the one hand, the effect of the sedative has not yet worn off, and her body, including her limbs, is still very weak.

On the other hand, perhaps because of the previous incident with Solomons, Vina now has a physiological resistance to the drinks offered by the Syracusans.

"You are...what they call Cascade, the Godfather of something?"

After a long moment, Vina just stared into Koshe's eyes and asked.

"Koshei Cascade, the Godfather of Syracuse, I can still provide you with shelter even if you are a visitor from afar," Koshei nodded, narrowing his eyes slightly, and said, "Of course, it all depends on your own thoughts and your next words to determine my attitude towards you."

"…Vina, I am just an ordinary citizen of Victoria, and I came to Syracuse with my friends to seek refuge."

Vina was silent for a while before replying.

"Ordinary citizens would not choose to sneak to Syracuse," Koshe shook his head and smiled slightly, obviously not believing Vina's words. "If I'm not mistaken, it was the Manchester family who brought you here. You want to do business with them, so your financial resources are not what ordinary citizens should have."

"...As early as when I was in Victoria, I heard the word 'Godfather'. It is said that he is the most influential and representative figure in the Syracuse Mafia." Vina was speechless for a moment again. She knew that lies would have no effect in front of this boy who looked younger than her, so she simply changed her words. "Over the years, there have been rumors that you must not mess with the Syracuse Mafia. They are different from the gangs in Victoria. 'Black Hand' means to kill or be killed."

"It seems that you are finally willing to tell the truth, Miss Vina." Koshe picked up the coffee and took a sip. "Although it was very obscure, but if I understand correctly, maybe I should call you... Leader of the Vina Gang? Or... Leader of the Glasgow Gang?"

Hearing this, Vina's expression suddenly stiffened.

She looked at the young man in front of her, the character called Godfather by the Syracusans, with a bit of confusion and concern in her eyes.

Because from the time they landed in Syracuse until now.

None of them had ever mentioned the gang name "Glasgow".

And how did this godfather from Syracuse know... the name of their gang far away in Victoria?

Chapter 10 Chlorpromazine

Noticing the change in Vina's expression, Koshe was secretly delighted.

When he saw Vina being escorted into the room, he looked at her ears that looked like film, and combined with the names mentioned by Ω earlier, it was not difficult to guess that "Glasgow" was the gang that originally belonged to Victoria.

But Koshe didn't know what the difference was between the Mafia and the gangs.

"Don't be nervous, Miss Vina," Koshe leaned back and said, watching Vina gradually become restless, "No matter what conflicts you have with the Solomons family, it will not affect your relationship with the Cascade family."

"What do you want to do, Godfather of Syracuse?"

Vina felt a little panicked, which was rare. At this moment, she felt as if she knew nothing about the other person, but the other person knew everything about her.

"As I said just now, I can provide you with shelter. Compared with other families, Cascade welcomes outside friends more." Koshe slowly raised his hand, stopped beside his face, and raised his index finger. "Of course, this is on the premise that there is nothing to hide between you and me."

"If... I tell you the truth, will you help me rescue my friends?"

Vina was hesitating, hesitating, hesitating whether to confess to the boy she was meeting for the first time.

But the current situation is indeed very unfavorable to her. She is on someone else's land, has conflicts with the indigenous people, and was drugged in the end. She also lost almost all the money she had.

It seemed as if everything had gone in a bad direction since they left Victoria.

"Well... okay," Vina sighed deeply after a long while. If she were in Victoria, she might choose to negotiate with force, but now in another country, she could only follow other people's rules. "Because... some life-threatening reasons, the Glasgow Gang wanted to flee Victoria. At that time, the Manchester ship happened to be anchored at the border of Victoria for loading. We asked for help with the idea of ​​giving it a try, but unexpectedly, they agreed after just making a phone call, but we had to pay a considerable fee. When we took the ship to Syracuse, we had a conflict with a group of people. They scolded us for being despicable foreigners and even raised their guns. There are many impulsive people in the Glasgow Gang. It was because of this that we had a fight with them, and the final result was that they lost."

"Manchester family?" Koshei covered his mouth with his hand after listening to Vina's long narration, as if thinking about something. "And the Solomons family..."

"I know that you, who are respected as the Godfather, should be the person with the highest status and the most prestigious position here," Vina continued when she saw that Koshe didn't seem to be emotionally unstable. "Although the Glasgow Gang cannot escape responsibility for this matter, I would like to ask you to help me redeem my friends. For this, I am willing to do anything as long as it does not violate morality and the law."

Looking at Vina's eyes, Koshe knew that the big cat in front of him was serious. Although she was still vague in some places, he knew the general idea.

"I know the whole story, Manchester, Solomons," Koshe shook his head. He was laughing, but it was an unnatural laugh, as if there were other emotions mixed in. "Please forgive those people for being rude to you, Miss Vina. I will help you with this matter. Based on my understanding of Solomons, what he needs must be money, right?"

"Well... yes, he asked me... to redeem my friends for 5000 pounds."