——“dio——credochequandotuttipadrino......”

(God, I want to be everyone's godfather)

A majestic and somewhat sacred voice resounded throughout the halls of the nightclub.

On the second floor of the Darkmoon Nightclub, there were a total of seventeen people, among which there were ten members of the Darkmoon Chamber of Commerce, both men and women, whether they were armed with firearms or not, whether they were fleeing or fighting back, they were all killed by Italians with black gloves and Bibles.

Most of them died from bullets to the head or heart, and the death was tragic, the bullet that entered their bodies did not penetrate or stay for a short time, but burst instantly, like a small bomb.

The people on the first floor of the Dark Moon Nightclub scattered and fled after hearing the continuous gunshots, and at this time, there were corpses lying on the second floor, blood and ** splashed all over the ground.

- "Click, click, click, click......"

In the empty nightclub, the footsteps of Italian men echoed at this time, mingling with the sound of the drop of blood.

He slowly walked over to the debtor who had been the first to be killed.

"God says that if you can't protect your children, you have no value in existing."

He crouched down, slowly stroked the debtor's forehead with his black gloves, stroked his dead eyes, and said in a sacred tone.

Surprisingly, he did utter some complicated sentences in a very standard way, and he didn't look like a foreigner who had just arrived in the country.

He was also a gentleman, even like a kind priest, but what he did next was perverted.

"Click, click, click, click, click......"

Then, he slowly broke the man's fingers into a fist, one by one, and then placed the ten fingers that had fallen apart on his chest, palms facing up.

"Be baptized by God, sinners who cannot give happiness to their children."

The Italian leaned into his ear and said in an amiable voice, shoving the Bible into the dead debtor's scattered fingers.

Then, the hands of the Italians are held in the shape of a knife blade.

"Poof—"

Suddenly, his hand plunged into the man's already blasted chest.

"Puff puff—"

The blood that was originally splashed all over the ground turned into blood beads and flew out even faster.

The black gloves were stained with blood, and he pulled out his father's broken and still somewhat hot heart.

Lifting the broken and bursting heart above his head with high respect, he trembled with emotion, his eyes were red, and he looked at the sky outside the window of the nightclub with emotion as if he wanted to cry out—

The sunlight projected from the window of the nightclub illuminated the broken heart that was constantly dripping with blood in his hands.

"Ahhhhh

His eyes were completely red, his left hand held aloft the bleeding fragment of his heart, and his right hand clutched the cross on his chest—

- "My Godfather, one of the Seven Holy Apostles of Italy] - Kel'thugad] Greetings you! ”

Then, the man known as the godfather fell to his knees with a "bang", facing the mottled halo of light under the window, holding his broken heart, and praying reverently.

The light spots of sunlight moved slowly, and finally, the sunlight gathered in large swaths in the center of the godfather's eyebrows.

- "Lord—praise you! ”

He let out a frenzied shout of forgetfulness for the last time, towards the direction of the setting sun.

"Poof—slurp, slurp—"

Then, he buried his head in his outstretched hands, opened his mouth, swallowed the broken heart in one gulp, and then rolled his tongue and sucked wildly......

..........

At the same time, a stronghold of the Dark Moon Chamber of Commerce in the back street of the old city street]

"Who are you!?"

"Looking for death? Intruders? ”

A group of low-ranking members of the Darkmoon Chamber of Commerce in civilian clothes were drinking while the intruder entered.

At this time, they questioned the man who bypassed the guard of the stronghold and broke into the stronghold.

It was a foreigner, with a height of 1.9 meters, a strong figure, a handsome face, and an aristocratic atmosphere in his gestures.

He was dressed in a pink suit, with beautiful white and blonde hair, and a playful smile on the corner of his mouth.

"My dear.... Friends of China..... I am... I'm an English musician, Miston Sebastian—"

The foreigner smiled gracefully and said this to the low-ranking members of Darkmoon who were gathered in the distance.

"it, gringo?"

"If you have something to say, let it go, get out of here, lest I kill you."

The low-level members of the Darkmoon Chamber of Commerce shouted.

"Huh? Dear friends..... Who's your boss? ”

The foreigner, who claimed to be a musician, was also very good-tempered, and not very angry, so he asked the group of people.

"I'm their boss."

And just after the musician finished asking, a different voice appeared from among the low-level members of the Darkmoon Chamber of Commerce.

It was a bald man in a black suit, with a big scar on his face, and he was considered a middle-level figure in the Chamber of Commerce.

"Oh? Then I want to ask you a question-"

The musician looked at the "boss", broke his tone, and then spoke—

- "May I ask where is your president, Ji Yuexia, now?" ”

The musician asked politely, smiling gracefully.

And when he said the word Ji Yuexia, the low-level Dark Moon members on the other side were stunned, it seems that this gringo is not small? Looking for the president of the Chamber of Commerce?

"Who the hell are you, not from the Chamber of Commerce, I won't tell you the information of the Chamber of Commerce."

The bald head in the black suit said so.

"Can't tell... You... I am... Who.... But how can you forcibly know this information? ”

The musician in the blonde pink suit asked.

"Kill us, and I won't tell you."

The bald head in the black suit spoke to him so coldly.

"Puff-poof-poof-poof-"

And the next moment, he was stunned.

One after another, the piano threads flew over, there were more than a dozen, and the silver and shiny ones were densely woven diagonally in the sunlight, and all his subordinates were followed by the piano threads in an instant, starting from the eyeballs.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa—"

Blood flew in all directions, and a rain of blood poured all over the bald boss's body.

"Knock, knock, knock....."

Then one by one, his brothers fell without even screaming.

"Ahh Ah.....h

The only survivor was no longer majestic, he was covered in blood, trembling and fell to his knees.

Moreover, the source of the slender and incomparably hard secret piano string was the work of the man who called himself a musician.

"Ahh Yikes..... Now that your men are dead, this gentleman, why didn't they tell me the information? ”

The musician squinted at the fallen corpses, drew his blood-stained piano strings, and smiled at the bald boss with some playfulness.......