With the cooperation of Mario Sr., Lawrence did not take much time to figure out the situation of the orphanage.

Most of the children were held in the dark, damp, harsh dungeons, where not only the adopted children, but also many captured adults were sent to slave ships.

Here, only the so-called well-behaved, most numb and submissive child was given a barely sleepable bed in the wooden huts on either side of the main building to cope with the occasional inspection by the municipality.

In order not to arouse suspicion from the outside world and Ciro, Lawrence did not stay at the orphanage for long, and after getting the information he wanted from Mario Sr., he led the patrol to leave.

Before leaving, Lawrence still arranged for a few patrols to live in the orphanage today, in case Ciro sent people to kill old Mario directly, and also to supervise old Mario not to have other thoughts.

However, what neither Mario Sr. nor Lawrence noticed was that shortly after Lawrence left, several seemingly indifferent pedestrians on the street turned into the same alley and disappeared around the corner.

About half an hour later, in the headquarters of the dockers' union.

"Hey, we've been living here for two weeks, what does Lord Ciro think?"

A gang stretched out and sat up from the floor, grumbling quietly.

As soon as the news of General Berlan's capture reached Ajaccio, Ciro ordered all members of his gang to be stationed at the headquarters and not to go out at will, and also asked the other gangs to send men to stay at the headquarters according to their size.

This was originally a small church, and after hundreds of people poured in at once, the gang had to fill the floor in front of the front nave, the nave, and the altar.

Even the bones in the catacombs were thrown out by Ciro's order, and instead piled up with all kinds of food, fresh water, and other necessities, as if they intended to stay here for a long time.

"Shhhhh

When another member of the gang heard the man's complaint, he quickly covered the man's mouth and whispered:

"You can say less, I heard that this is all inseparable from that Bonaparte, two days ago Lord Ciro heard that he had returned to Ajaccio, and hastened to stock up a batch of food, I don't know what he is going to do."

"Oh, that's a bit weird..."

At the same time, the priest's room of the church, which was also the room of Ciro, the chief of the trade union.

"Whew... That is, Laurence Bonaparte took people to an orphanage? ”

Ciro still had a cigarette in his hand, took a deep breath of his cigar and slowly exhaled a smoke ring, and asked the few people in front of him who had just returned from the outside without any waves.

"That's right, Mr. Ciro."

One of the gangsters stepped forward, knelt down on one knee in front of Ciro, and nervously replied:

"That damn Mario, didn't stop Lawrence and let them in. But we don't know what's going on inside. ”

"That's right..."

Ciro said nonchalantly as he crushed the last cigar with a full piece of ash into the silver ashtray.

The gang hesitated in place for a moment, and then spoke cautiously:

"Mr. Ciro, in that orphanage... If the damn old Mario confesses to you, this, this is a capital crime. ”

Ciro got up and opened the window, letting the smell of smoke in the room dissipate a little, and said nonchalantly:

"Capital offense, heh, if my charges were read out in court, I am afraid that I would not be able to write on both sides of a piece of paper. But..."

Ciro said, looking at the bright beach outside the window at the noon sun, stretched out his arms in the sea breeze, stretched his body very happily, looked back at the people kneeling on the ground, and said:

"But I'm still here, not in the dungeon of Ajaccio, why do you say?"

The gang suddenly felt a sigh in their hearts, he knew that Mr. Ciro was very fond of asking questions to his subordinates, and if the answer did not suit his wishes, he would be reprimanded on the spot, or thrown out of the headquarters and expelled from the gang.

"Because... Because you didn't leave the evidence behind...? The gang replied uneasily.

"Alas, idiot."

Ciro scolded mercilessly, but rarely without getting angry, and turned his head out the window and explained:

"Pasquale Pauli is not incompetent, he knows all the things I do, and I don't hide them from him at all."

"It's... Mr. Ciro, what does that mean. ”

"But I still haven't been thrown into the dungeon, because I understand..."

Ciro returned to his seat, took another trimmed cigar from the box, put it in his mouth, and said:

"I never crossed Poly's bottom line, and Poly also needed me to help manage the port, which is why I'm still alive and sitting here."

Several of the gang members nodded heavily, indicating to Ciro that they understood, after all, they all knew that Siro didn't like stupid people.

"But..."

Ciro suddenly changed his words, his eyes became cold, and the cigar that had not been lit in his mouth was also removed by him, put it back in the box, and said in a deep voice:

"Lawrence Bonaparte, this boy, with a good head, guessed this relationship. I don't know how to get Poly to think I've crossed the bottom line. ”

Although Ciro did not know the content of Lawrence's conversation with Paulie, according to his informant at the Doge's Palace, Paulie was in a violent mood for several hours after that meeting, and combined with the information that Lawrence had captured General Bellan, Ciro could probably guess what was going on.

"Ah, Mr. Ciro, aren't we in danger then!"

It was the first time that the group led by the group heard Ciro mention this matter, and their backs suddenly felt cold, and they asked repeatedly.

And Ciro shook his head slowly, looked out the window, and said:

"I thought so two days ago, but, strangely, the Wehrmacht troops never came to surround us. It wasn't until just now, after knowing that Lawrence had taken someone to the orphanage, that I realized that Paulie should have given Lawrence the task of dealing with me. ”

These gangs breathed a long sigh of relief when they heard this, if they were facing the encirclement of the army, no matter how much Ciro had prepared these days, it would be in vain, but if it was against the more than 100 people in the patrol, the pressure would undoubtedly be much less.

Ciro ignored the reactions of his subordinates, and said to himself:

"And it also reveals a very interesting piece of information..."

"Huh? Mr. Ciro, what is it? ”

"Paulie wanted to kill me, so he sent Lawrence, but he didn't want to kill me directly, so he only sent Lawrence. It seems that Paulie is also extremely jealous of that Bonaparte... Do you know what that means? ”

Although Ciro asked his subordinates questions, he immediately answered himself:

"As long as Lawrence Bonaparte doesn't catch me in these two days, and after Paulie has calmed down with me, he will look at the little tricks that Lawrence played... When the time comes, it's time for the cat-and-mouse game to swap roles. ”

"Oh!"

The gang looked at each other happily, and although they didn't understand what Ciro was talking about, they understood, and as long as that Lawrence didn't come to the headquarters in the past two days, they would be safe.

As for the secrets of the orphanage, they were not important in Ciro's eyes at the moment, and his eyes were all on Paulie.

When the gang had left the room, Ciro hesitated to put the cigar box back in the drawer, leaned back in his chair lazily, and said to himself:

"Come on, Lawrence Bonaparte, and show me how good you are."