"He's my boyfriend, of course he wants to live in my room, do you have any opinions?" Shibel's face turned ugly, and she reverted to that lofty posture in front of the others, she was the first in line to the throne of the Chretas family, the future godfather of the mafia, and everyone including Carlo had to maintain the respect they deserved, and a question like Carlo's was absolutely unacceptable.

"I ...... How long have you known each other? Carlo was angry, but because of Shibel's identity, he could only forcibly suppress the anger in his heart and asked with a cold face.

"Two days!" I shrugged my shoulders, my eyes full of contempt, as if to laugh at Carlo's incompetence, a woman who couldn't be done in a few years, I took it in two days, it's just so domineering, unconvinced? I don't accept you to bite me!

"You've got it, you'd better understand who you're fighting against!" Carlo pointed at my nose and looked so vicious that I wanted to eat it in one bite.

"You also have to figure out, who are you threatening?" Since I decided to help Xibel get rid of this stalker suitor, I also let it go, if you want to offend, you will be completely offended, and if you want revenge, you will rush at me, Lao Tzu is not afraid of aircraft and cannons, will you be afraid of your second ancestor?

"Shibbel, do you know what you're doing, he's a killing machine with no humanity, how can this kind of person be with such a beast with such a noble identity as you?" Carlo was carried away by his reluctance and anger to say such a bad thing.

"Smack!" Shiebel shook his hand with a big mouth, "Are you insulting him, or are you insulting me?" Shibbel's face was as ugly as he looked, and his angry eyes exuded a burst of murderous aura, squeezing a sentence out of his teeth.

Caro covered her slightly swollen face, as if she realized that her words were inappropriate, but she still looked at me with resentment, I didn't care, leaning on the door frame with my shoulders crossed, and putting on a look that Lao Tzu just looked down on you.

"I'm sorry Shibel, but I'm not going to give up." Carlo is quite persistent, but I don't think he really loves Hiebel because I see a hint of greed in his eyes.

"That's your business, but my boyfriend likes to kill, so you'd better be careful." Shiebel reminded him menacingly, then paused and asked, "Did my father leave Sicily?" ”

"Yes, I personally sent him on the plane!" Carlo's eyes looked at me, and in addition to resentment and provocation, I felt a faint hint of insidiousness in my gaze, which made me feel faintly uneasy.

"You go and rest first, tonight I will hold a high-level meeting of the mafia in the banquet hall here, and I will officially announce the takeover of the mafia at that time, as for which side you and your family will stand on, you decide for yourself." After hearing his father's departure, Hiebel breathed a sigh of relief, tonight's meeting did not know what the situation would be, but it certainly would not go well, Wilson left Sicily safely, Hiebel could do things freely, and at the same time had less worries.

Before leaving, Carlo glanced back at me, with a dark smile on his face, I pretended not to see it, turned around and followed Shiebel back to the room, but there was a muttering in my heart, this guy's reaction was not quite right, I originally thought that Carlo was a noble son with eyes above the top, but after just now, I realized that I was wrong, he was even more insidious than I imagined, that smile would make me feel uneasy about a devil who kills people without blinking, this guy is by no means the kind of good man and woman who believes in women on the surface.

The Grand Hotel Queretas, named after Shibel's family, has been under martial law since the morning, and no idle people are allowed to enter, all the waiters are mafia themselves and equipped with passes, the front door and the back door are guarded by mafia members, and the main entrance is guarded by nearly fifty black-clothed men, not to mention that it is impossible to get close to it.

At five o'clock in the evening, 66 continued to arrive in a convoy, Sicily, Corsica, Italian cities, all the mafia families and high-ranking personnel rushed to the Grand Hotel Creitas.

From five o'clock to seven o'clock in the evening, there are constantly luxury motorcades coming, and even many people rush back from abroad, luxury cars gather at the entrance of the Grand Hotel Cretas, this is the largest high-level gathering of the mafia in recent years, the second person of the mafia is also one of the twelve elders, Lugus Apulia, under the order, all the families and the boss of the ruling party all return.

The meeting began at eight o'clock, and from five o'clock there were 6 people entering the venue, but everyone, no matter who they were, had to hand over their weapons when they entered the venue, and no one was allowed to enter the venue with weapons, and the entrance of the banquet hall was guarded by ten guards with silver crescent insignias, no matter who they were, no matter how high their status, they all obediently handed over their weapons when they saw these people, and no one said a word of nonsense.

In fact, I have always been curious, even the high-ranking Twelve Elders honestly surrendered their weapons when they saw this silver crescent insignia, and no one spoke to them from beginning to end, and they were silent, always with a cold and stiff expression.

To put it bluntly, they are just a group of bodyguards who protect Wilson, but everyone sees them like seeing death, and they don't even want to get close, I really don't understand what is special about them, when it comes to strength, I haven't fought with them, but at most it's half a catty and eight taels, can they be better than me?

It's not that I'm boasting, I've seen one of the organizations that are more powerful than us, the Holy See's Inquisition, which is a master selected from more than a billion believers, and its strength can be imagined, and these guards with silver crescents are much different from the Inquisition in terms of momentum, but they are on par with us.

But it doesn't make the mafia outlaws fearful, there must be other reasons for this, and you must ask Sheebel about it when you go back.

I walked around the banquet hall, there are at least five hundred people present today, the power of the mafia really opened my eyes, you must know that these are not ordinary mafia members, they are all high-level personnel who can talk to the godfather, and any one of them is a dominant figure, and the bodyguards are not allowed to enter the venue.

Just the high-level personnel will be in the hundreds, and the black and white members of the mafia together are only tens of thousands, and this is only the Italian mafia, if the American mafia is added, the members will probably be 100,000, which is worthy of being the largest organization in the world, and the only one who can compete with them is probably the Holy See.

These people seem to have not seen each other for a long time, sitting together and talking about the current situation, on the surface it seems to be harmonious, but if you look closely, you will see that they are also a group of people, obviously divided into factions, I can't help but secretly shake my head, such a group of people can only be suppressed by a figure like Wilson, and Shiebel wants to make this group accept that there is still a long and dangerous way to go.

I walked around the room and there were no suspicious people or dangers, perhaps because of Wilson's sudden assassination, although there were hundreds of people in the hall, but they did not speak loudly, and most of the topics I listened to them talk about were about Wilson's assassination, and it seemed that the news of Shiebel's intention to take over the mafia had not yet spread, and only a few senators and those who were present that night knew about it.

I stood at the door of the hall and took a deep breath, success or failure depends on tonight, the mastermind behind the scenes will definitely do everything in his power to prevent Sheebel from officially taking over the mafia, otherwise his series of plans will be wasted.

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