The nun with black stockings is actually a boy?

clatter! clatter! clatter!

Everyone in the hall moved, walked up to Helen, and handed her the lit lighter.

Helen: ...

He could even clearly see the uncontrollable expressions on the faces of some gang members.

"No, how do I order a lollipop?" Helen shouted with narrowed eyes.

"Sorry... you're the first underage person here, but this is the rule. Lighting a fire is a courtesy, so we're just going to pretend. You don't have to light it." One of the gang members, who looked to be a high-ranking member, pointed at the corner of Helen's hood. "Besides, you have green hair."

The boomerang finally hit himself.

After being pointed at by the other party, Helen also understood the problem.

Corleone's wife was a wood elf, the most numerous species of elf on the continent. With the exception of England, which was the domain of the High Elves, wood elves could be found throughout Europe. Most of them had green hair. His daughter was a typical half-elf, also with green hair, and had long since died at the hands of her enemies.

"The reason we set you on fire is because of the boss's dead wife and daughter. You'd better not be so arrogant" is the subtext of the gang leaders.

"I heard from a group of people that you are a fake who is taking advantage of the power of others. It's okay for you to cheat and deceive people in the black market, as long as you don't rob people. We in the Bloody Hand Gang don't care who you are. But if you use our Bloody Hand Gang's name, or even the names of the boss's wife and daughter, I'm sorry, everything has a price." The well-dressed executive looked at Helen seriously.

"You have been invited by the boss, and we Sicilians will respect you, but this respect also includes death." A fat 3-meter-tall giant thug walked up to Helen and threatened.

After the giants were conquered by the Romans, they gradually integrated into Rome and other European countries over time, generally serving as gang thugs, cooks in the army, or construction workers.

Helen raised the corners of her mouth slightly when she heard this. "What if I come out alive and get the approval of your boss?"

Chapter 34: Under the hood, a similar face

Many members of the Blood Hand Gang were dismissive of Helen's proposal, and some even wanted to mock Helen as a dwarf who had not even grown all her hair.

"If our boss really escorts you out personally, I'll kneel down and lick your shoes right there." One of the well-dressed gentlemen smiled at Helen. "If you come out in a mess or our boss orders you to never see the light of day again, I promise you'll leave with dignity, and no one will insult your corpse."

"Then we'll wait and see~" Helen just smiled with relief, bit off the lollipop, turned and walked up the stairs.

This time no one could stop Helen, or rather, everyone watched Helen climb the stairs step by step until she reached the top.

Helen came to the second floor and turned around to look at the gang members downstairs who were ready to watch his show.

"Order me a Sicilian drink and Italian pizza, and wait for me to come out."

Helen's clear and pleasant voice floated into everyone's ears. When everyone came to their senses, Helen's figure had disappeared, and only the seductive sound remained in their ears.

"Hey man, this girl is hot, like a man."

"It's a bit like those cowboys who ventured into the New World back then, alone and without any stage fright."

"She even knows what we eat and drink. Hmm... could she really be the boss's illegitimate daughter?"

"Sicilian style means juice, right? Why not order Marsala wine? That's our famous Sicilian wine."

"Idiot, I'm just a child."

I don’t know if it was Helen’s aura or the words she said, but in any case, none of the gang members had much hostility towards Helen, and some even felt a little pity for her.

They are gangsters who kill without blinking an eye, but after all, they are foreigners wandering in a foreign land, and they still have a pure land in their hearts. For example, they have never been involved in red-light districts or human trafficking. They are engaged in smuggling fine wines and luxury goods, and they also maintain the order of the black market. They have a certain bottom line.

They couldn't understand why this group of Hellenized Roman gangs were so cruel to their compatriots and made so many of them slaves of the empire.

……

A luxurious office.

Marco Corleone looked up at the ceiling, where there was a single window that looked down upon the earth, through which he could see a sky dotted with stars.

He is a level 3 boxing master who is already sixty years old. In his early years, he crossed the ocean to come to the most prosperous city in the world to make a living. With the help of his fellow villagers, he became the boss of the Blood Hand Gang. He led the gang to fight in the downtown area for decades, and finally developed the Blood Hand Gang from a small gang into one of the three major gangs in the downtown area.

He usually mediates disputes between families or underground businesses, so he basically has nothing to do.

Because the cake has been distributed, the era of hard work is over.

With such a legendary life, he should have enjoyed his old age in peace, but while he was working hard, his wife and daughter were brutally murdered by his enemies. Now he has only one son left who is studying at Imperial High School.

Because Empire High School was in the upper city, his son seldom came back, and was concerned about his gang membership. He didn't even understand gang affairs and went to pursue the beautiful aristocratic life of "Roman Dream" and "freedom" as the nobles talked about.

"Alas, people are like wine, bitter at the beginning and bitter at the end." Marco reached out and stroked the cat in his arms. "Is that little thief coming over?"

"It's just outside the door." The secretary came forward and said.

Marco waved his hand.

The secretary immediately understood what he meant, turned around and opened the door, which startled Helen outside.

"Come in." Marco waved to Helen.

Helen smiled calmly, stepped forward confidently, and stood in front of Marco's desk.

Seeing Helen's unyielding demeanor, Marco sneered, "You certainly don't look like a child from a poor family, but I don't think you're any kind of aristocrat."

"If Mr. Corleone called me here just to give him a scolding, I think the so-called Bloody Hand Gang is too cheap." Helen shrugged.

Marco raised his eyebrows. "You are quite bold, a petty thief who borrowed my name and pretended to be my illegitimate daughter."

As soon as he finished speaking, the cat in his arms instantly stood up.

The secretary standing aside was also sweating profusely.

Helen smiled indifferently, pulled out a chair, and sat down under the secretary's shocked gaze.

"Marco Corleone, I'm here to discuss cooperation." Helen leaned back in her chair, her tone calm and even a little... naughty.

"Interesting. The person who cooperates with me on an equal footing is at least not the kind of guy who dares not even show his true self to others." Marco laughed instead of getting angry. It's nice to have some fun in the boring life.

"My purpose for cooperation is simple. I can help you contact some nobles and give you the connections you want." Helen replied.

Marco immediately laughed and said, "What about promises? How can I trust you if you don't even dare to show your face?"

"Tomorrow night at Alec Manor, many children of nobles will attend the princess's banquet." Helen put her hand on the hood of the cloak.

"I know that. Who can you contact? What can they give me?" Marco comforted the cat in his arms.

His patience was running out.

"I can give you... the destruction of the Grey Gold Gang." Helen lifted her hood, revealing her true face. "You don't even have to do anything. The authorities can eliminate it legitimately."

Marco froze in place, not even noticing the cat in his arms escape.

The secretary standing in the distance was so frightened that he didn't dare to move.

"Laura? Oh no! You're not." Marco was dazed for a moment, but quickly came to his senses. He covered his head and asked, "What did you just say?"

"I can help you destroy the Grey Gold Gang." Helen stood up and gave Marco a standard Sicilian greeting.

"Do you know how dangerous the Grey Gold Gang is?" Marco's tone became anxious.

Helen smiled sweetly. "Of course I know how powerful the Gray Gold Gang is. Their main business is loan sharking, human trafficking, and even dealing in a lot of addictive drugs. They're the largest gang in downtown."

Marco was silent for a moment, then regained his composure. "I do have a grudge against them, but they're a local gang with connections to the Roman authorities. I can't touch them, Sister Helen."

This time it was Helen's turn to be surprised. She pointed at herself and asked, "You know me?"

"I sometimes read The Sun. You are always ranked fourth. The reason for the points deduction is unremarkable." Marco looked a little strange.

It's definitely not because Helen looks like his deceased daughter that he reads The Sun every day, but simply because... she's pretty. Well, it's normal for men to look at beautiful women.

Helen thought it referred to the family's ordinary financial situation, so she ignored it and continued, "You, me, and your forces really can't touch them, but if they were so bold as to attack some nobles and collude with the cultists, it would be a different story."

Marco raised his eyebrows and said, "Alai, cancel all activities tonight and prepare for the dinner. I want to talk to this little guest."

"I've already ordered Sicilian cuisine and pizza downstairs. If you don't mind, we can continue chatting here?" Helen tilted her head and smiled. "My family is waiting for me to come back."

Marco narrowed his eyes, "It looks like you're targeting us tonight."

"Maybe it was just an accident?" Helen pulled her hood up again.

Marco closed his eyes slightly. "If your plan doesn't satisfy me, I'll have you sent home. This isn't a place to play house, Laura... Oh, Sister Helen."

The secretary standing next to him widened his eyes.

How could the boss, who is always impatient, be so gentle?

Because most of the bragging young men were killed in the Aegean Sea by the boss, why did he change his temper today?

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Chapter 35: Whoever dares to hurt him, I will invite him to swim in the Aegean Sea

The Blood Hand Gang leaders were still eating and drinking on the first floor of the hall, but most of them were absent-minded, occasionally glancing towards the second floor, as if something big was going to happen next.

After a while, someone saw Marco and Helen coming down from the second floor, and quickly patted the shoulders of the people around them. As if a switch was pressed, everyone in the hall put down their knives, forks, cigarettes and alcohol, and looked at Marco and Helen who were gradually walking down the stairs.

"Guards Group One, escort this little guest out politely." Marco stroked the cat in his arms, his expression serious. "If anything goes wrong, Group One will no longer be necessary."

A group of leaders, or rather the gang leader Luca who had made a bet with Helen before, stood up, took the boss's right hand and kissed it, "Yes, boss."

At this moment, everyone looked at Helen in shock, especially the giant who had threatened Helen, who lowered his head in shame.

He always keeps his word.

"I remember someone made a bet with me that the loser would have to kneel down and lick shoes." Helen, who had already put on her hooded cloak, spoke softly.

Luca was silent for a moment, then looked up at Marco, who just petted the cat calmly, without commenting.

Seeing this, Luca didn't hesitate and knelt down in front of Helen in front of everyone, ready to lick her shoes.

"No need for that. I'm a real man if I keep my word. I won't insult you." Helen raised her head, revealing her snow-white neck. "Find me an appraiser to help me identify a treasure, and I'll forgive you."

As a boy, he was a little uncomfortable having his shoes licked by a grown man.

It would be better to do something that is beneficial to yourself so as to give the Blood Hand Gang a way out.

On the other side, Luca felt relieved when he heard Helen say this.

If he were insulted like this, he would not be able to lead the team in the future, but this was what he deserved.

"Yes, I apologize." Luca simply said, "I happen to know a very capable appraiser. I hope you will come and visit."

Marco glanced at Helen in surprise.

Helen noticed Marco's gaze and looked up to meet his gaze. "Since we've already discussed this, Mr. Marco, please wait for my response."

Everyone present was shocked when they heard this. They didn't dare to call the boss by his name, let alone his given name. Now they were being called by an outsider like this?

So everyone turned their attention to Marco Corleone.

"Well, be safe. Oh, I mean, I look forward to your success. We in the Blood Hand Gang will cooperate with all your efforts." Marco looked at Helen and said in a calm tone, "If any member pretends to obey but actually disobeys, you can tell me and I will personally take him on a three-day tour of the Aegean Sea."

"It's a pleasure working with you." Although Helen noticed that Marco had a strange kindness towards her, he did not think that the other party treated him as a substitute for his daughter.

The adult world is all about interests, and a person like Marco who has fought his way up from the bottom is bound to be murderous and cruel, so he will never be as friendly as he appears.

He helped Marco to kill people with a borrowed knife and get rid of the Grey Gold Gang, and Marco gave him the services he wanted, such as information, funds and even equipment and weapons.

"Goodbye, Mr. Marco." Helen spoke skillfully in Sicilian dialect, raised her right hand and hit her chest three times, then turned around and followed Luca out of the hall.

Marco stood there in a daze for a long time.

"Boss, what's wrong with you?" the secretary asked.

Marco came back to his senses and rubbed his brows: "Nothing, it's just that I haven't seen anyone greet me like that in a long time."

The secretary was stunned, and after thinking carefully, wasn't that the gang gift from their Blood Hand Gang in their early years?