When Beelzebub walked through the long corridor and pushed open the door of the room on the easternmost side of the building, next to the cliff and the sea, Chegal. Bisandi wasn't eating, which was a rarity for him in recent years.

"Come in, my child," Chegalle said.

The boy walked in and closed the door, his height approaching that of an adult, and even if he didn't, Chegalle could feel the heat of life in him.

"Sit down, sit in the chair across from me, there's lemonade on the cabinet over there, pour yourself a drink."

"What about you?" Beelzebub said respectfully, "Would you like something to drink?" ”

"Give me a glass of lemonade too," Chegar said, "and I want to taste it you like, too." ”

Beelzebub took two bottles of lemonade from the cabinet, the soda bottles were condensed with transparent water droplets, which were so cold to the palm of his hand that he could still see fine ice chips when he poured them into the cup.

The shutters of the room were open, the same as those of the other buildings on Poseidon Island, green, tall and narrow, the blades could be turned, made of stainless steel, the opening and closing were controlled by motors, and the alarm system was connected, a strong sea breeze blew into the room, and the knick-knacks in the room—the rocking wooden horse, the picture frame, the rosary hanging from the bedside, the small cross, and the margarita flower in the jar trembled with its disturbance, Beelzebub looked out, the moonlight was bright tonight, and the silver light shimmered on the dark sea, It's like a black velvet blanket with silver threads and small silver beads.

The ruler of Poseidon Island, the godfather of Masoye, and the leader of the mob, Don sipped a sour and sweet drink from his cup, which he hadn't touched in decades, and he hadn't hesitated for decades since he had inherited his father's place and buried his brothers in a nest.

Beelzebub. Bisandi.

To be on the safe side, the child was almost impossible to find in his childhood and childhood. Traces of Bisandi, but with him is Pepi. Masoye's resounding hammer, a calm and scheming executioner, not a writhing false wive, nor a hypocrite. Who had stuffed that poet-like sentimentality into his body? Hopkins? Anthony. Hopkins is a madman who can terrify Pepi, he does not join the family, but with his superior intelligence and viciousness, he firmly establishes himself on Poseidon Island.

Sasha, he's a kid himself.

Beelzebub was also a child, a voice said in the godfather's heart.

He opened his eyes, which were closed for thought, only to find that the child sitting in front of him was very nervous - it was not obvious on the surface, but "Don" had seen too many people nervous in front of him.

"Before the Western Continent Federation was established, and it was ruled by a few large countries and dozens of scattered small states, 'Masoye' already existed."

The boy was a little confused, he didn't understand Chegalle. Why did Bisandi suddenly bring up this topic.

"It was our golden age. There are many smart people, there are many capable people, and there are countless loyal people, even if it is just a peripheral member, he also knows what it means to keep his mouth shut. Proceed with caution; The government is weak and timid, the people are ignorant, the police, the army, the judges, we can buy what we can, and threaten what we can't. If you don't accept the threat, you will be killed...... We bribe politicians, rig elections, prop up puppets, every bill that is good for us will pass in a matter of days, and bills that are not good for us go to the shredder before they reach the president's desk - when did smoking big // hemp become legal? When can I avoid criminal prosecution for carrying a small amount of drugs//substances? It was then that the godfather of the time spent a staggering amount of energy and money on this. But he succeeded, he opened up the brightest and most straightforward way, and since then 'Masoye' has become the largest supplier of poisons in the entire Western Continent.

During those twenty years, "Masoye" accounted for 98 percent of the drug trade in the entire Western Continent. Sixty-four percent of the cocayin, fifty-three percent of the heroyin, every minute there is a wave of banknotes pouring into the arms of the Poseidon Islanders, we grow poppies on hundreds of islands, and also buy containers of opium from the south, and there are special laboratories and personnel to study how to better refine natural poisons and make semi-synthetic, synthetic poisons.

All the people are crazy. They thought that this business could go on forever, but suddenly one day, Masafu suddenly said, 'No. ’

All means have suddenly failed, the police and judges no longer accept gifts and checks, the prosecutors have refused to meet with our 'advisers', the politicians we support have been impeached because of scandals, our restaurants, hotels, casinos, nightclubs have been closed down or ordered to close // rectified, the minions have been arrested and put in prison, the big people are being watched and controlled, and every country is working against us.

We had to put away our hands and feet, cover our faces, like hunted octopuses, change patterns, resize, and burrow into dark and hidden dens - but the drug business is still in full swing, because the profits are so great and so tempting that those who have tasted honey can't drink the bitter medicine at all, and no one wants to give up, and they are willing to risk their crimes, even if they are killed.

At the time when my father became "Don", the Bisandi family was still providing one-third of the "goods" for the drug trade in the Western Continent, and everyone was accustomed to turning a blind eye to the dangers lurking behind the profiteering, but I sometimes wondered, why do we have to do something absolutely not? The drug trade can never be legalized, it will only become a terrible tumor clinging to the body of a country, it stinks - it sucks money, it takes lives, it brews crime, you can't find anything in it to use and praise, you can't even collect taxes!

Look, "Chegalle. Bissandi spread out his fat palms: "That's what I thought then. For the people of Poseidon at that time, this was tantamount to deviating and killing themselves - I couldn't run straight up to my father and uncles and tell me what I thought, and I couldn't refuse to take over a drug business, or deliberately screw it up, lest they think I was an incompetent idiot. I did it, and I did it well, and when they saw me as a real adult who could do it on their own, I proposed to my father that I wanted to start a logistics company.

I have to admit that I used a little bit of Poseidon people's tricks, my logistics company got several large orders for food and drink for several years at once, my trucks ran around the clock on the highways connecting the entire western continent, transporting all kinds of things to customers - my brother laughed at me because I actually gave up the most profitable business - in the next few years, I opened restaurants, banks, garbage collection, gasoline sales, real estate investment, tourism, development projects, I did many industries, Some of them were so staggering that it wasn't long before someone came to me and asked if I could join, and I readily agreed.

When they get enough money from me, I will ask them, do you want to take a little less money legally, like this, steady, long-term, and legal? Or do you want to continue to do the drug business? I don't force them, I don't embarrass them, it's all up to them, they do whatever they like, some go back, but more stay. ”

"I have achieved my goal in this way," Chegar concluded: "It's not quite, but it takes time, twenty, thirty, forty years...... Beelzebub, my son, when I die, the rest will be your work. ”

He took a sip of soda.

"So, with regard to little Abby, you and Hopkins aren't doing badly...... Actually, Hopkins and I were quite happy," he said, "but we thought we would have to wait a while — we were really taken aback when you came to us." ”

Beelzebub moved his cup a little awkwardly.

"Don't show that expression," Chegalle said softly, "it will make me sad, I'm your father, what do you think I'm going to do?" Just because you have such a cute little thought?

Although I was a little surprised - but this is a common problem of young people, it is that I am not good enough to notice - you deal with John. Carson did a good job, so I was negligent. But Beelzebub, I think you're a little misunderstood, we're not the devil, there's no need, we're not going to go on a killing spree.

We never despise gentle, good-hearted people, we only hate people who don't distinguish between right and wrong, who love violence, and who always have blood on their lips, which sounds a bit contradictory, but it's true.

Especially you, who will be sitting in my position in the future, the people in the committee will not be happy to see a "don" who is furious because of two quarrels, who goes insane at the slightest trouble, and who arbitrarily orders the executioner to give someone else a 'sacrament' or perform a 'confirmation' (meaning murder) without the consent of the family members.

As long as that person does not betray, does not break the rules, and does not hurt his brothers and sisters, then 'Don' must be a kind and magnanimous person, which is very normal. ”

"What if that man did?"

"Then mercifully grant him a clean death." Chegalle said.

(To be continued)