When Felicity's call came, Leo was having dinner with Frank Potinelle's daughter in a not-so-known French restaurant.

A delicate silver candlestick sits on the table, the surrounding light is not clear, and the waiter quietly serves two aperitifs, followed by an appetizer and appetizer.

Soft music flows slowly, and the slightly dim candlestick light reflects on Helena's face, outlining a beautiful and cold outline.

"I'm sorry, but there are some business issues to deal with."

Leo put down his phone and made excuses very insincerely.

He had just learned from Felicity that Oliver Quinn was going to have his black bodyguard, John Diggle, play the vigilante.

And their target is none other than a German arms dealer who arrived in Star City yesterday, Leo Miller.

The guy who stole a hundred M249 machine guns is the seller that mafia boss Frank Potinall is going to see tonight.

"It seems that you, like my father, pursue business above all else."

Helena smiled mockingly and took a sip of the champagne on the table.

Leo didn't say much, he was just going to talk to Frank Potinall, by the way, to stimulate the underworld leader and intensify the conflict between the mafia and the triad.

As for sitting here and enjoying a French meal with Helena, it was completely unexpected.

"It's still a little bit different. I rarely sacrifice anything for business, and your father is willing to let his precious daughter do things he doesn't like. ”

Leo said lightly, which made Helena stunned slightly, and then the corners of her mouth raised a slight arc.

The jewel in the palm of the underworld leader doesn't seem to mind others sarcastically mocking his father.

"You've been keeping an eye on me since we met, Star City's 'hermit', the helmsman of the White family, shouldn't be so."

Helena propped her chin on one hand, her eyes were skeptical, and her tone was defiant.

Before leaving, her father made a point of making it clear that in order to satisfy Leo, it was best to finalize the cooperation immediately, and the deeper meaning of this was self-evident.

Frank Potinall, who came ashore in whitewash, is not as glamorous as it seems from the outside world, the family business is gradually declining, and the lack of support from the upper echelons makes the mafia not happy.

And Leo White, who walked into Frank's sight, is undoubtedly a suitable backer, who can completely make up for the disadvantages of the mafia, and can even serve as a powerful springboard.

So Helena feels normal about her father's confession, which is a typical mafia mentality, focusing on family honor and sacrificing everything for it.

What's more, if you can really hook up with the young helmsman of the White family and get a relationship similar to marriage, no matter how you look at it, it will be a good deal to make sure you don't lose money.

"This is because I studied a little bit of psychology during my university years, so I prefer to observe other people's body language and facial expressions. I'm sorry if this makes you uncomfortable. ”

Leo put down his knife and fork and said sincerely.

"And what do you see?"

Helena asked with interest.

She wondered if this was some new trick to pick up girls.

"It looks like you're a little distant, and you're uncomfortable with his paternalistic power...... You're not happy to have dinner with me because it's like a bargain, or a betrayal of a loved one? You should come to this restaurant often, and from the choice of seats and menu, you can see that you unconsciously touch the necklace around your neck because the person who gave you the necklace often comes to this restaurant with you? ”

Leo's question made Helena's expression stiffen.

She instantly felt embarrassed to be seen through, as if she had stripped off layers of her coat and displayed naked in front of a stranger's eyes.

What's even more interesting is that the mafia has been shot in a row recently, and the targets are all Frank's henchmen...... The killer was able to avoid the bodyguards and find the right moment, which was undoubtedly extremely professional – but the interesting part is that the victim didn't kill with a single shot, and basically half of the bullets missed, doesn't that sound paradoxical? The killer is good at finding opportunities, but he is like a rookie in marksmanship. ”

"Putting aside all the contradictory suspicions, the only conclusion that can be drawn is that this killer belongs to someone within your family, and she has the information about the target's travel and knows the rules of their lives...... I don't usually observe people, but you're different, Helena. ”

"I'm really curious, as the daughter of a mafia boss, how much do you hate your father and family to do this?"

Leo clasped his hands crossed, of course, all this could not have been speculated from psychology, in fact, he only knew some facial expressions and body language at most.

Felicity had pieced together all the clues from the police station files she had sent to her phone, as well as the vague memories in her mind.

"You're drunk, Mr. White."

Helena's pupils dilated, her mouth opened but she was speechless, and she could only hold her glass up to hide her gaffe.

"I'm a little too drunk, don't worry about casual nonsense." Leo smiled slightly and beckoned the waiter to settle the bill. "I hope my gentlemanly demeanor can redeem a little impression."

"Finally, a friendly reminder that the best way to take revenge on someone is not to put yourself in danger."

Helena watched Leo's back as he walked out of the dining room, and his words before he left seemed to echo in her ears.

For a moment, she was silent.

…………

At Quinn Mansion, men and women dressed in prison guards or prisoner uniforms are swaying to the sound of dynamic music, enjoying free drinks and fruit platters.

The red men and women who often hang out in bars and nightclubs have spontaneously joined Oliver Quinn after hearing that he is going to throw a party.

After all, the prince of Star City, this is not something to be said casually, this kind of rich boy has never been short of a group of people who eat and drink.

Quentin Lance, who was squatting in Quinn's mansion and was in charge of monitoring work, looked at Oliver Quinn in the crowd, and his frivolous and exaggerated appearance was really disgusting.

"He's really going to be a vigilante?"

More than once, Detective Reims asked himself in his heart.

This playboy who survived on a desert island for five years and then returned to Star City could really be that lawless law and order maintainer?

A modern-day Robin Hood who spreads fear with violence and keeps order with a bow and arrow?

And just this afternoon, Oliver Quinn conducted a polygraph in front of him, and his calm expression made Detective Lance shake a little.

Perhaps, as Laurel said, she was blinded by Sarah's hatred and lost her mind?

"What about the Oliver Quinns?"

Quentin Lance, who is in a complicated mood, comes back to his senses, only to find that the protagonist of the party has disappeared.

He was still partying in the outdoor pool just now, hugging two coolly dressed hot girls and laughing, why didn't he see anyone all of a sudden?

Quentin Lance, who woke up, pushed aside the crowd in front of him and quickly rushed into Quinn's mansion.

He walked straight up to the second floor and pushed open the door to the study, where he found Oliver Quinn lying on the couch with a look of surprise on his face.

"Any help, Lance Detective?"

Oliver asked, for a moment.

Quentin Lance shook his head in frustration, his sharp instincts cultivated over the years of police service told him that the bastard in front of him was definitely hiding a huge secret, but he couldn't find the evidence.

The mobile phone in his pocket vibrated slightly, and Detective Lance, who was about to leave, couldn't help but be slightly stunned after reading the news, and then looked at Oliver with strange eyes.

"Anything else?"

Oliver, who continues to maintain his character as a gentleman, spreads out his hands, he will stay at Quinn's mansion tonight, and he will not go anywhere.

"It's a bit unruly to tell you now, but I think you'll be wondering if we caught that vigilante five minutes ago......"

Detective Reims narrowed his eyes and said inexplicably, "His name is John Diggle, and he is your bodyguard." Not only does he have to keep you safe every day, but he also has to 'guard' the city, and he's a hard worker. ”

"Congratulations, Mr. Quinn, the charges against you have been dropped by the Star City Police Department."

Ignoring Oliver's look of surprise, Quentin Lance walked away.

He couldn't wait to interrogate the vigilante now to see if he could pry any useful information out of the other party's mouth.

"How so? Why was Diggle caught by the police! ”

The sudden accident made Oliver a little at a loss, and the confidence that everything was under control disappeared.

Despite his doubts, he could only stay at home for the time being.

Although the Star City Police Department dropped the charges, the court's lifting ban has not yet come down.

If you take a step out of the house now, the SWAT team will simply press Oliver to the ground and return to the Star City Police Station.

Oliver looked out the window at the night, and a bad feeling rose in his heart, and he didn't know when events were out of his control.