In an inconspicuous hotel in Xiaka City, the house is smoky and clouds are lingering. In the dark night, there is no light in the room. It is dark. Only under the moonlight outside the window can the figures in the house be vaguely seen. There are about three people in the room. ΩΩWw    W.

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"Dismusk is so arrogant and too arrogant. When I waited for him, I gave him a huge face. Who did he think he was, old godfather Jack? If I hadn't accepted Jack's favor, I would have been a stinky brat, I should have taught him how to be a human being!" After a long silence in the room, one of the figures sucked a cigarette hard, and he couldn't stand the dull atmosphere, breaking the quiet environment like a leak.

"Stop talking annoying, Capone, will you still be angry with a child?" The figure lying on the warm field said slowly, "He doesn't know the black hand. The party is in the situation in the United States, and he doesn't know the power of the FBI in the United States. Young people have some impulses, and the godfather is still too young. What do you think, Vito?"

The figure leaning on the sand chuckled and said, "You are right. He is too young, unwise, young and frivolous... He will still have a long way to go in the future, but I don't know how long he can walk. After all, everyone present today was offended to death by him. He is such a young and energetic godfather. May God bless you, and the Virgin will forgive you, the child..."

"Fake compassion..."

"But we are the ones who end up suffering from this kind of thing, and we can't control Sicily's attitude. You have to be careful after returning to the United States..."

I don’t know how many times such conversations have been staged in the hotels in Sicily. Dismusk, who was taking a bath in the bath, didn’t have to guess or even listen, and could feel the dissatisfaction of those people with him. They were so impulsive. He was still too young to control his temper.

Close his eyes and recalling some things at the meeting. Dismusk, who was soaking in the hot spring, couldn't help but feel a little bit of blame. His body slowly rolled into the water, and his heart slowly sinks. His heart was very tired. He thought he would become a boss and a little brother below. From then on, his life would be more nourishing and his mood would be more pleasant. He would do whatever he wanted, but he didn't expect that it was difficult to sit at the top of the pyramid. It was so terrible. No wonder he could always see his father's helpless sigh when he was a child.

Time passed slowly, after taking a hot spring, Diss breathed a sigh of relief and felt much better.

"You're here..." Hearing familiar footsteps and calm breathing, Dismusk knew who was coming without opening his eyes.

Abrodidime took light steps, like an elegant Persian cat, leaving no sound, and walked quickly. He walked slowly from the Golden Water Gate of the bathtub. He saw the spacious bath center. Dismusk leaned against the three-meter square semicircular bathtub soaking a hot spring. There was also a golden faucet in the center of the pool, constantly spraying hot water. At the four corners of the pool, there were four golden frogs with their mouths open, facing a circle of metal mesh-isolated sewage.

The light yellow wall behind Dismusk is depicted with sandstone reliefs of the hand-held water bottle. There are several chandeliers around the ceiling, with dozens of candles on it. The refraction of the complex glass and crystal arrays makes the room more transparent. It is really luxurious and noble, rich and beautiful.

"You don't look very good..." Abrody walked behind Dismusk, leaned down and looked at the fair and handsome face and said.

A strong fragrance of rose filled Dismusk's nostrils. He suddenly opened his eyes and found that Abrodid's face was close at hand. He would choose such an angle to talk to him. This was awkward and uncomfortable for Dismusk. He glanced at him in a hurry and saw that Abrodid was wearing a pink pajama with a light blue long floating on his chest. His crystal gem-like eyes looked at him without blinking. The beauty in the dream in the blur was attracted by many boys and girls, but when he thought that Abrodid himself was a man, Dismusk couldn't help but feel chilled.

"Hey, good evening, actually I'm fine. I'll handle a little bit of things. Well, by the way, how are you doing? How are you resting?" Dismusk changed his posture slightly, feeling that he was in a "safe" position in his heart, and then he said awkwardly.

"Hahaha..." Abrody straightened up and looked at Dismusk and laughed, "What, Dismusk, are you afraid of me?"

"Ah!~" Dismusk was stunned, and then said disdainfully, "What's wrong!"

Abrodi bent down again, pressed his elbow against the porcelain plate on the edge of the pool, and supported his little head with his hands, and said with a cute look on his face, "I'm here to thank you for your life-saving grace. I hope that curse does not cause you trouble."

Staying away from that ambiguous atmosphere, I finally got to the point. Dismusk smiled and his heart beat wildly finally stabilized. He felt relaxed again. He shook his head and said indifferently, "I feel that my body is good now and has not received any impact. Compared with the past, I feel that it is amazing now!"

As he said this, Dismusk couldn't help but mutter in his heart. He always felt that he had gone to the Demon Realm Fairy Trace, and Abrody seemed to have changed into someone else, as if he had just met, it was an iceberg, but now the iceberg has melted, and it seems that he was the curse, not me.

"What you did today is impulsive!" Abrodi suddenly changed his style and said.

"I feel very bad about this matter, too..." Dismusk let out a light breath, shook his head, and said helplessly.

"You can endure it, slowly and slowly, and the political struggle is always smooth and thick; but what you do may be right~~~"

Abrodid said slowly, Dismusk, who was on the other side, kept nodding, but when he heard that he was right, he was stunned and asked, "Why are you right?"

"On the one hand, the most threatened by the FBI in this way is actually the American mafia family, but for you, there is no threat. Sicily has no big impact. After all, the United States cannot stretch out that long. On the other hand, because we are Saint Seiya, and are superior to any force on the earth. Even if you are a little ready to dominate, in the face of absolute strength, all conspiracies are useless!"

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The next day, the sun was shining and the weather was clear; everyone woke up from their sleep and greeted each other with smiles and greeting each other, as if nothing had happened yesterday, and everyone was still as close as brothers, one as one and one was ironclad; just like the American Black Hands and the Cleone family who were quarreling yesterday and were about to start working if they had a disagreement, they were now greeting each other with a smile on their faces. I really don’t know what they were thinking.

"Are you ready?" Dismusk changed into a black suit, which was a traditional black vest, a bow tie on his collar, a black veil tied on his right hand, and a small side part was combed, leading everyone into the black sedan in turn.

As the bodyguard of Godfather Dismusk, James never took a step away from the Godfather. When he heard Dismusk's question, he quickly stepped forward and replied, "Master Carmen has entered the church, everything is ready."

Six black cars are in front of the road, and in the back are three golden carriages, one of which is carrying the coffin of his former godfather Jack Cleone. Behind the three carriages are forty-nine black cars for funerals. Inside are all powerful bosses. They come from all over the world. The front of the funeral vehicle is the car of the current godfather Dismusk.

"How is Thomas okay? I saw him being disloyal yesterday." Dismusk asked suddenly as he looked at the carriage in front.

"Our people observed yesterday that he had not met anyone that night, and had turned off the lights and went to bed long ago. I was very honest!"

James next to him replied.

"Ha!" Dismusk curled his lips disdainfully, "It seems that most people turned off the lights last night, but I don't know if they were asleep."

A convoy of more than fifty vehicles continued to drive along the main street of Shaka City 66 to the suburbs of the cathedral. The entire city street made way for them. The church, the black hands. The party will hold a grand funeral for their former godfather Jack. The convoy will slowly walk. There are hundreds of citizens on both sides of the street to form a funeral procession. Some people hold huge photos of Jack Cleone, constantly waving. There is also a huge banner in the middle of the road. The words on it are clear and easy to see, and it says, "You have conquered Sicily, and now you have to conquer heaven again!"

This shows that the Hei Shi. Party is still very popular among the people in Sicily.

However, some people like it, and some people hate it. The soldiers patrolling and guarding on the road, and the police vehicles of the government police stations following the convoy, were all armed with guns and ammunition, constantly scanning the convoy and the funeral crowd. These were from the government's guardians, and they were definitely not here to drink tea. They said that the civilized point was surveillance, and the uncivilized point was hatred...

When the convoy arrived at the church, Carmen was leading a group of people wearing black suits to wait at the entrance of the church. At this time, four big men wearing black vests moved Jack's coffin from the golden carriage and walked towards the church. In the sky, there were two private helicopters from Louis Manor, floating white flowers in the air to commemorate the life of the deceased.

Dismusk flocked into the church with the crowd. Due to his status, he sat on the right side of the coffin. The long sandalwood black coffin stopped under the cross of Jesus, meaning to listen to the Lord's teachings and fly into heaven as soon as possible.

Dismusk actually had a question. He knew that Jack did not believe in Catholicism very much during his lifetime, but after his death, his younger brother Carmen actually asked for a Catholic mass to his brother, which made Dismusk feel very funny.

While Dismusk was sitting there thinking about random things, James, who was standing behind him, gently touched the godfather in front of him and reminded him, "My godfather, Thomas is here."

Dismusk looked to the side in the voice. Sure enough, Thomas Busheta, who had been separated for more than three years, was walking up the ladder with his old pace. Because he belonged to the former godfather Jack of the same era, his status was a very high existence in the party of the ranks of the Black Hands. He was able to sit next to the new godfather.

Dismusk looked at this old comrade. The loss of time deprived him of the breath of life. He was much older than three years ago, with more wrinkles on his face and deeper. Perhaps the Italian Peninsula is not a worry-free existence. As the existence of the first consul on the peninsula, it seems that he has also spent a lot of effort over the years.

"Thomas, I'm very happy to see you, you know, when you're not here, I really miss you."

Sitting slowly on the chair, Thomas gently raised his head, and every movement was very slow, and he said hello to the godfather next to him, "My godfather, when I see you again, I am so excited..."

"I'm very excited, too!"
Chapter completed!