The black sedan drove out of Star City and came to the villa area on the outskirts, the bright headlights sweeping across the boulevard road, and the tall trees on both sides stood straight upright.

In the distance, a row of houses can be seen in a patchwork of low hills, surrounded by verdant lawns and dense trees.

Generally speaking, the wealthy people in Star City would rather live in the suburbs than in the noisy city high-rises.

Because they can have bigger houses and more beautiful gardens, and they don't have to take the subway and public transportation facilities in the city, they have a special driver to pick them up, which is more convenient than living in the city center.

In addition, the security of the city itself is much worse and the crime rate is higher, so the rich who love to enjoy life have always favored the villa areas in the suburbs.

You can have a party or barbecue from time to time, and you don't have to worry about the next door neighbor warning you, and you can also have a more comfortable natural environment and a good private space.

"Good evening, Mr. Portinall."

The car stopped in front of a sprawling luxury villa, and Leo crossed the lawn in the front yard and rang the doorbell.

"I'm sorry to have you travel through most of the Star City. Don't be so polite, just call me Frank. ”

Surprisingly, the leader of the local mafia is actually not very old, probably in his forties, and can be called in the prime of life.

There is neither the coldness of a gangster thug, nor is it full of flesh and fierceness.

Frank Potinall is more like a successful businessman with an affability or a well-educated college professor than a gangster.

These days, the bad guys look like the good guys.

Leo silently complained in his heart.

"Hear Attorney Anderson say, you want to see me?"

Led by Frank Portinall, Leo stepped into the living room and sat down on the soft leather sofa behind him.

The reason why he came to see Frank Potinall today was because the underworld leader took the initiative to extend an invitation.

"I'm grateful that you agreed to this meeting, you know, the wealthy families in Star City are not very willing to provoke people like me, as if it will lower their status."

Frank handed over a glass of bourbon and grumbled.

Wealthy families like the Quinn and Merlin families really don't look down on Frank Potinall, even if he is the leader of the local mafia.

On the one hand, in Star City, from the city hall to the police station and the procuratorate, they are all controlled and influenced, and their contacts and social circles are quite broad.

In contrast, the gangsters that roam the streets will be out of the ordinary, and those illegal businesses that seem to be lucrative are not worth mentioning in the eyes of the capital groups.

On the other hand, the underworld group, which lacks the support of the upper echelons, is like duckweed without roots.

If you really offend the big guys, you can dispatch the police to carry out anti-crime operations every minute and remove them like garbage.

In Leo's vague memory, Frank Potinall's construction company wanted to cooperate with Quinn Associates, but was rejected three times and twice.

If this had been placed in Gotham, I am afraid that it would have been tied to the docks or sent bombs.

That city was the real land of lawlessness, a paradise for criminals - before Batman, of course.

"I'm more open to new things."

Leo held his glass, he glanced at the amber clear liquid, and when he sniffed it slightly after a lot of fine wine, he knew that this was Blanton's gold version of bourbon.

The aroma of citrus and the vanilla notes of oak are invigorating, and the finish is long when you take a sip.

"You can see that you are different from your father, and the young people are more passionate and driven."

Frank flattered him a few words and got to the point: "I took in Joyce Turner, who was Martin Summers's man before, and those triad guys were so rampant that they dared to do it directly to Summers - I always thought he was a good partner to be with." ”

"From his mouth, I know you've been to Summers, you've had ...... Some business dealings. IMHO, Leo, the mafia can do better than Summers, whatever you ever wanted him to do! ”

Leo sipped a glass of wine and rested one hand on the couch, as if in contemplation or consideration.

In Frank's view, this manifestation is a manifestation of inner wavering.

The giants of Star City, Merlin and Quinn have always focused on the international market and have no interest in the mafia.

Only the White family, whose helmsman suffered an accident, and the new heir was on the throne for less than a month.

A young and vigorous young man is always easier to talk than a calm and shrewd capital giant.

"I'd love to have the friendship of the White family, the mafia is far more powerful than Martin Summers, and I've heard that you're working with Quinn to restart the Palm Lake development plan, and my construction company will be able to help you a lot."

Frank said it wildly, and Leo deliberately showed a bit of emotion.

"But...... I've heard that you've been in conflict with the Triad recently, and that a mysterious killer has taken out a lot of mafia stalwarts, so I'm afraid that's why you set the meeting place at your home. ”

Leo said hesitantly, Frank's expression, which was originally elated, froze, and the atmosphere became a little dull.

Recently, the mafia has indeed been hit hard, and several of his henchmen have been shot and assassinated, which has also affected business.

Some believe that the triad did it, and after taking out Martin Summers, the ambitions of the outsiders began to swell and try to test the mafia's bottom line.

But until it's completely certain, Frank doesn't want to go to war with the Triad, they have enough men and a lot of guns.

"You don't have to worry about that. If those outsiders really dare to provoke me, they will know what will happen. ”

Frank's tone was indifferent, and he finally showed a little of the majesty of the leader of the underworld.

"Frank, the seller wants to see you by name, otherwise ......"

Nick Severti, who is Frank's henchman, answered the phone and walked over, with a look of embarrassment on his face.

Originally, he had negotiated with a German arms dealer who had a hundred M249 machine guns and automatic weapons for the squad, which the mafia was going to buy as a killer weapon against the triad - if relations between the two sides really deteriorated to that point.

"Frank, if you have something to do, we can talk about it next time."

Leo put down his glass and retreated.

Anyway, Frank Potinall is more anxious than him, the mafia will have trouble with the triad sooner or later, and the cooperation is not in a hurry.

I don't know how Oliver Quinn is going to get out of trouble?

"Wait a minute."

Frank stopped Leo from leaving, and he glanced at his men, a burly, muscular man in charge of the mafia-controlled gang.

Since he came ashore, Frank has tried not to get involved in those illegal businesses himself, and has left them to other people to manage.

However, tonight's arms deal is really important, a hundred military weapons and firearms, enough to deter the arrogant triad.

"Call Helena down."

Frank whispered to his subordinates, then turned to face Leo and put on a warm smile, "I'm sorry! I have some business problems that I have to deal with, and then let my daughter Helena take care of entertaining you. ”

Leo was stunned for a moment, and soon saw a tall figure walking down the stairs.

Burgundy hip-wrapping long skirt, long brown hair, red lips and snow skin, stepping on a pair of hated sky-high.

"Hello, Mr. White."

The pearl of the underworld leader stretched out his hand, with a hint of coldness between his eyebrows.