In the south of Palermo's old town stands a magnificent and ancient manor.

The manor's exterior bears the marks of time.

From a distance, it is neither as tall and modern as the municipal building, nor as magnificent as St. Rim Cathedral.

But the locals all know this.

This is the true center of power in Sicily, the headquarters of the Kolo Mafia family—Copra Estate.

Deep within the manor stands a greyish-white castle.

At this moment, Salvak, the second-in-command of the Kolo family, was sitting on a sofa in the study on the third floor, forcefully stubbing out a half-smoked cigar.

He took a white handkerchief from his suit pocket and lightly brushed it against his shiny black leather shoes.

"Brother, our Chloe family has suffered such a great loss, are we just going to let it go like this?"

Maudani Collo, who was 10 years older than him, was leaning back in his executive chair with his eyes closed, when he heard this he slowly opened his eyes:

"Brother, what do you suggest we do? So many police officers and secret agents can't figure out such a strange thing."

"Who are we going to take revenge on? The air? Humph!"

Salvak's long, bearded face flushed crimson: "Brother, rumors are flying everywhere. They say our Chloe family has angered God, and this is the Lord's severe punishment for us..."

"Absurd! How could the Lord, a being of such mercy, do such a heinous and outrageous thing?"

"Furthermore, besides us, haven't the properties of other people and other forces also suffered similar losses? How do you explain that?"

Madani, enraged, slammed his fist on the desk:

"It wasn't the Lord's punishment, it was the devil's doing, it must have been some devil!"

Upon hearing the word "devil," Salvak's right hand, which was holding a handkerchief, trembled involuntarily a few times.

He thought of yesterday afternoon once again.

The bronze cauldron that suddenly vanished before his eyes, and the vast treasure vault that was swept clean in the blink of an eye...

Thinking about this...

He always felt a sharp, throbbing pain in his chest.

That's the foundation of the Chloe family for over a hundred years!

Just like that, it's gone?

That damned devil!

......

"Tap tap tap! Tap tap tap!"

Several knocks sounded on the door.

Salvak frowned and cursed impatiently, "Who the hell is that?"

“It’s me, Fred.”

"Come in."

The heavy, carved wooden door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man dressed in a dark gray butler's uniform walked in cautiously.

"Oh? It's Butler Fevid. May I ask what brings you here?" Maudani nodded to the man and forced a smile.

“Dear Godfather Maudani, I have a letter for you here.” The middle-aged butler approached the desk and gently handed over a brown paper envelope.

"My letter? Who delivered it?" Maudani asked in surprise, taking the envelope with his hand.

"I'm sorry, Godfather, I don't know who sent it. Three minutes ago, one of our guards found this letter by the fountain in front of the castle gate..."

"Huh? This letter is so strange?"

Maudani exclaimed in surprise and turned his gaze to the envelope, where a line of Italian text was printed on the manila seal:

Al rispettato padrino Mahodani

(Translation: To the revered Godfather Maudani)

"Brother, what's going on?" Salvak, his curiosity piqued, came over.

From yesterday to today, too many strange things have happened around him.

He is now very curious about what exactly is written in this letter that appeared out of nowhere.

"Butler Fevid, you can go out now. Don't let anyone in," Maudani instructed, looking up.

"Yes!" Fevid bowed slightly and then withdrew.

The study door was closed again.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the room became exceptionally heavy.

Two notorious Mafia figures in Europe simultaneously turned their attention to the mysterious letter.

"Tear it down?" Maudani, who was usually decisive, hesitated for some reason.

"Tear it down... tear it down!" Salvak gritted his teeth, his voice trembling slightly.

The thin kraft paper envelope was gently torn open with a letter opener.

A sheet of snow-white paper was revealed.

The letter was pulled out and unfolded, and the four eyes of the Chloe brothers widened in surprise.

On the snow-white paper, a row of bold black ink characters was printed:

Diavolo Lindon, che era nelle vigne di Latia.

(Translation: Lin Dong, the Devil, is at the Latiya Vineyard.)

....................................

At the same time the Colo brothers received the letter, the Colo family's largest casino in Palermo was massacred.

This underground casino had its vault emptied yesterday.

They had only been open for business for a short time today, and before many gamblers had even entered, they suffered another, even more devastating blow.

If someone were to review the surveillance footage, they would surely be horrified by a series of bizarre images on the screen:

The attackers were like a group of unseen ghosts, suddenly appearing in every corner of the Massimo Theatre.

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