The banquet hall of the Grand Hotel Queretas was full at this time, and the twelve elders of the mafia and the heads of various places were all present.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the main entrance of the hall suddenly opened, and Shibbel, dressed in black, strode into the banquet hall under the protection of twenty silver crescent troops, and I followed her, and everyone's first reaction to my sudden appearance of the strange oriental face was speculation.

When I looked around, it seemed that there were more people who paid attention to me than to Shiebel because they knew Shiebel's identity all too well, but it was really puzzling that a stranger like me suddenly appeared at a high-level meeting of the mafia, and everyone speculated about my origin, identity, and purpose of being here.

The whole hall was silent, Shibel walked to the main seat, twenty silver crescent moon guards stood behind her in a row, their eyes were cold, their faces were expressionless, their appearance caused great pressure to the people present, in the previous high-level gatherings, the people of the silver crescent army had never appeared, which just showed that this conference was not destined to be as peaceful as before.

I'm probably the most relaxed person in the whole hall, Shibel hasn't sat down yet, I first pulled out a chair and sat down with Erlang's legs crossed, this rude behavior immediately attracted a dissatisfied look, but Shiebel didn't speak, and others didn't dare to interject, the most important thing was to be afraid of the silver crescent behind him.

Shiebel's gaze swept over everyone one by one, and when she looked at Lugers, Lugers, who was the second man in the mafia, nodded to her, and Shiebel was relieved in her heart, she had been afraid of this old man in charge of the torture hall since she was a child, as long as he didn't go against her, everyone else would be easy to deal with.

Shiebel stood at the front and picked up a glass of red wine, and said in a deep voice: "Today's gathering is different from any before, I am standing here today as the heir of the Creitas family, there are two things to announce at this conference, before that, I want everyone to join me in saluting my father, Wilson Cretas." ”

As soon as the words fell, Lugers was the first to get up, followed by the twelve elders standing up one after another, and then hundreds of people all stood up, each picked up the wine glass, they did not spill the wine on the ground like the Chinese, but drank it all under the leadership of Shiebel, maybe this is the rule of the mafia, in short, I was the only one sitting there without moving, I am not a mafia, this matter has nothing to do with me, and Wilson did not die at all.

After they were seated, Hiebel said in a loud voice: "Two days ago, our godfather Wilson Cretas, who is also my father, was attacked by heavy fire in his villa, was shot and died, and his body was burned in the fire and was not saved, I think you have heard about it, this is a challenge to the dignity of the mafia, no matter who the enemy is, we must find them, and then kill them, and sacrifice our godfather with the blood of these people." ”

As soon as the words fell, someone slammed the table and got up and said, "Miss Shibel, do you know who killed the godfather?" I will personally avenge him. "The head of a mafia family was the first to say that he was the brother who had followed Wilson for many years, and he fainted on the spot when he heard the news at home, and when he came, he had already made up his mind to avenge his eldest brother even if he tried to fight his family.

"You are grateful for your kindness, but our Creitas family will take care of the revenge themselves, and we don't need your involvement." Shiebel nodded slightly, rejecting everyone's kindness.

"Miss Shibbel, it's not right for you to say that, the assassination of the godfather is not only a matter for the Chretas family, it is related to the face and dignity of the Italian mafia, since the establishment of the mafia, there has never been such a bad incident, I think this matter must be inseparable from the group of traitors in the United States, I propose to directly declare war on the American mafia and exterminate that group of miscellaneous people." A fierce-looking strong man with a big beard roared angrily, and the blade of his sword was pointed at the American mafia.

"Don't speculate until there is no evidence, if I find out that the person who assassinated my father is really the American mafia, the Kretas family will be the first to declare war on them, but I said ugly things in the front, if anyone provokes without my consent, don't blame me for turning my face and not recognizing people, I will clean up the door on behalf of Father Wilson." When Shiebel said this, he was full of momentum, and he faintly had the demeanor of a godfather.

When the burly man heard Sheebel's words, there was obviously a trace of disdain on his face, but after looking at the silver crescent troops behind Shibel, he finally sat down indignantly and didn't dare to continue.

I glanced around the people present, and a third of the hands showed disdain for Shibel, most of these people were young people, and those bigwigs at the level of family heads were expressionless and indifferent, not speaking or expressing their positions, and they couldn't see what was going on in their hearts.

"Miss, it's more appropriate to leave the matter of cleaning the portal to Elder Lugers, you are still young and not suitable for bloody scenes." Among the people present, only the twelve elders dared to say this, and Shibel turned his head slightly, his cold eyes full of murderous intent.

The old man was stunned for a moment, in fact, he didn't mean anything else, but as an elder, he felt that Hiebel's words were a bit too much and wanted to remind him, but he didn't expect Hiebel to kill like a different person.

"There is a second thing announced today, the mafia is huge, and it cannot be without a godfather for a day, I, Hibel, the first heir in line to the throne of the Creetas family, from today onwards, will take my father's place and become the new godfather of the Italian mafia."

As soon as Hiebel's words came out, the audience was in an uproar, and there were many discussions for a while, many people couldn't sit still, among the older generation present, many people knew that Wilson intended to hand over the mafia to Hiebel, and she had been cultivated as an heir for so many years, but now that Wilson is dead, things came too suddenly, and many people couldn't accept that the huge Italian mafia was led by a young girl in her early twenties.

Besides, Wilson is dead, Sheebel has no backer, and everyone present is a tyrant who leads the party, who will take her in his eyes, especially the characters of the younger generation, who are even more disdainful of her, if it weren't for the fear of the Silver Crescent Army, someone would have gone long ago.

Soon, everyone's eyes fell on the twelve elders, they were the mainstay of the mafia, and the combined power in their hands accounted for two-thirds of the mafia, and at this time only their words had weight, and the most important person among them was Lugers Apulia.

But Lugers sat firmly on the Diaoyutai and didn't say a word, which was expected by me, and I could see that he and Wilson had a deep relationship that night, and they were very affectionate, maybe most people would oppose Hiebel, but Lugers would definitely not, even if Wilson's last wish was fulfilled, he would also support Siebel to ascend to the throne.

But if he didn't say anything, it didn't mean that the others were willing, and suddenly two patriarchs got up and came to Shibel, one of them waved his hand behind him, and the hall was instantly silent, not to mention anything else, but the discipline of the mafia is not comparable to other small gangs. In my mind, only the members of the Yamaguchi-gumi in Japan can compare to it.

I leaned back in my chair and stared at the two patriarchs who came over, all those who stopped Siebel were the objects of my suspicion, the higher the status, the more likely it was, especially the Twelve, because after defeating Shibbel, they were the most likely to ascend to the throne.

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