Santa Fe neighborhood.

Night.

The lights flickered in the tailor's shop, like fireflies in the dark.

A man in a mask with a pointed mouth paced back and forth in the tailor's shop, his hands crossed and lowered, always looking left and right, panicked and impatient.

Not far from the man, stood the canary Polly.

Canary Polly doesn't know who the other party is, only that it is the relationship between the detective and wants to see the godfather.

How absurd is it that a Wudu man actually asked the godfather of the Divine State for help?

Polly saw the man's uneasiness, and said softly,

"The Godfather will be here soon."

In order to calm the other party down, Polly even proposed,

"You can go to the next room and relax, I'll treat you."

The man glared at Polly viciously, holding back his anger and not speaking.

He's a family man, and he's going to take care of this dirty street girl business?!

Besides, he, Inspector Field, can only prostitute for nothing, and has never given money!

Who would dare to take the Inspector's money?

After entering this tailor's shop, Field began to regret that he shouldn't have come here, it was a complete waste of time to do so, an underground godfather was not as powerful as himself, it was impossible to help him, and if he wanted to survive, he could either come up with more money or escape from the fog capital quickly...

Just as Field's patience was about to run out, a crisp bell rang from the door.

A man in a pitch-black mask gracefully walked into the tailor's shop and walked straight behind his desk.

Field stared at the other party, trying to see some clues from the other party's every move.

He was disappointed.

The man simply sat down, without any shelves, took Polly's cigar, waved it casually, and Polly walked away with a sense of humor.

In the tailor's shop, only the godfather and field remained.

The godfather raised his right hand and motioned for Field to start.

Field thought for a moment and uttered a cliché opening line,

"I have a friend..."

In Field's mouth, his friend offended the detective and was miserably treated by the other party, and now he has to pay a large sum of money to save his life, or he is going into exile in a foreign land, wanting to seek the help of his godfather.

The Brando Godfather smoked a traditional cigar and asked casually,

"Is this friend of yours a member of the Divine State?"

"It's not."

"Do you believe in the Thirteen Saints?"

"Nope."

"Does he live in the Santa Fe neighborhood?"

"Nope."

The Brando Godfather shook his head,

"There's nothing to talk about, strange friend, you can go."

He was the godfather of the Santa Fe neighborhood, not the underground godfather of the fog, at least not yet.

There was no reason for the Brando Godfather to help someone who had nothing to do with it.

Field stood in place, did not leave, and even took a step forward, propped up the wooden table with both hands, and stared viciously ahead,

"Listen, I know what trick you're playing, you're just a bunch of rats and cockroaches begging for a living in the stinking gutter, the sun is shining in, you don't have a trace of soil to survive, you bunch of bedbugs that can't see the light!"

In the face of these words, the godfather of Brando did not show any anger, and the corners of his mouth were even slightly hooked.

"So what?"

The godfather leaned back and flicked the cigar in his hand,

"My friend, why are you in the same room with bed bugs?"

Field replied,

"It was a bad decision!"

He was completely sick and rushed to the doctor, and the dead horse was treated as a live horse doctor.

He shouldn't have been here, he shouldn't have listened to Jordan's nonsense.

What can a new godfather from the Divine State help Field?

Is it free to go to the restaurant?

Field didn't give much money for his meals and didn't need his godfather's help.

"Then correct the mistake."

The godfather pointed to the door with a cigar and said lightly,

"It's not too difficult for you to get out of this door, is it?"

"I'll leave now!"

Field rushed angrily

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Walking outside the door, when I actually walked to the door, I calmed down.

He turned his back to the door, his previous anger gone, and looked back at his godfather behind the desk, not knowing whether the other party was playing tricks or really having the ability.

Field spoke again, his voice cold,

"It's true that my friend is not a member of the Divine State, nor does he believe in the Thirteen Holy Orders, but... He's rich!

As your tribune Ludon said, gold is the universal language, and you won't say no to gold, will you?"

The godfather tapped on the table and motioned for Field to continue.

"That friend of mine may have offended someone, no, two, I want you to look up where they came from."

Field asked warily,

"Price?"

"1pence."

Field didn't expect it to be so cheap!

Only 1pence?

He quickly became vigilant, the other party knew that he was a detective, and deliberately used a low price to please himself?

If that's the case, Field won't have the slightest respect for this bullshit godfather.

Lustful inward-looking guys.

The Godfather said slowly,

"One word, one penny."

Field:......

The other party was greedy enough, and Field was relieved.

He casually reported the names of the two Divine Beings, and asked to get the information within half an hour, the more the better!

These two people also have some fame among the gods, and Field knows both of them, knows some of their information but is not familiar with them, and it is most suitable to test the godfather's ability.

The other party couldn't find clues related to Field from these two names.

If the Godfather could really collect all the information of the two gods in half an hour...

Well, maybe he can really help himself!

The godfather shook the brass bell, and a groom walked into the tailor's shop, following the godfather's arrangement, to check the information of the two.

If you want to do this in half an hour, you must have a huge intelligence network and terrifying execution...

Field didn't think the other side could do it.

After sitting in the tailor's shop and waiting for a while, Field stood up and prepared to go next door to relax.

Anyway, it's still a long time, and it won't take him long.

Just as Field was about to leave the house, he bumped into the groom coming back.

The groom held two stacks of materials in his hand, placed them respectfully on the table, and said to the godfather,

"15,410 words in total."

Field:???

10,000 words?

Do you have an information or a newspaper?

1 word 1 pence, that is, this material costs 154 pounds 1 shilling!

Field stepped forward quickly, trying to look through the information, but the groom held it down with his hand.

"Pay first."

He was not a Divine Nation, and the Church Father had no obligation to help him.

Field took out a checkbook, wrote down the corresponding money, signed his mistress's name, and handed it to the other party.

After receiving the money, the groom received the acquiescence of the godfather and quit the tailor's shop.

Field, on the other hand, stood and flipped through the more than 100 pounds worth of materials, and the more he looked, the more gloomy his face became.

He quickly put down the file and looked with admiration and vigilance at the front - the godfather behind his desk.

"You've proven what you're capable of, Godfather."

Unlike Inspector Ray, Field is a true philistine, with no justice in his heart, and is very familiar with the rules of the street.

When he saw the strength of the other party, he immediately changed his words and called the other party the godfather.

Field bowed slightly,

"Please forgive me for my previous offense, as a native of Wudu, I always have reservations about the people of God."

The godfather was a little absent-minded, picked up his glass, took a sip,

"You've wasted enough time, tell me what you want to do for gold's sake."

Field took another step forward, hunched over, and whispered,

"I want to ask my godfather to help me kill someone."

The corners of the godfather's mouth were slightly hooked, as if he had thought of something, revealing a meaningful smile.

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"Kill whom?"

Field whispered his name,

"Ludon Corleone."

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