"Brown, it's already 8 o'clock in the evening, why hasn't Lin Dong shown up yet?"

Georgia picked up a slice of tomato pizza with her fingers, painted with scarlet nail polish:

"Could it be that he never intended to accept our surrender?"

Upon hearing this, Brulong couldn't help but shiver slightly.

Yes, four hours have passed since the surrender banner was displayed.

The expected Eastern man did not appear.

now.

No one in the room dared to leave easily.

Now that they've gone all out, the Camole Mafia has completely lost face today.

If the final outcome is the same as the Chloe family's, then the five family leaders will be forever nailed to the pillar of shame in the history of the Mafia.

He lost face and his life; he was caught in the middle.

......

At 8 p.m., the city of Naples was filled with the piercing sound of police sirens.

Located in the heart of the city's south side, Poli Street is brightly lit with the towering Camole Building.

A gray-blue painted letter hanging on the exterior wall is still very eye-catching under the neon lights.

The hundreds of Camole Mafia members guarding the building or the street below it became dejected.

The leaders above have made the bizarre decision to surrender today, a disgrace never before seen in the history of the Mafia.

From now on, no matter how arrogant they are, they will inevitably be criticized behind their backs whenever they walk the streets of Naples.

How could a powerful mafia party surrender to a foreigner?

The Mafia has completely lost face starting today!

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

It's 8:40 p.m.

Brullen turned his gilded pocket watch over and over in his palm, his anxious heart beginning to race.

The meeting room was quiet.

The pizza is finished.

The five mafia bosses sitting at the table each had their own thoughts.

Some people were smoking cigars, while others were drinking strong lemonade glass after glass.

The cigar ash from Andrea's hand accidentally fell onto the leather chair, burning a black hole in it.

He was preoccupied and lost in thought just now.

"It's been several hours, how come there's not a single ghost in sight?"

Luca, as strong as a brown bear, slammed his fist on the oak tabletop, overturning a crystal ashtray.

"If you ask me, we should burn this damn banner and fight that yellow-skinned monkey to the death..."

"Shut up!"

Blue Long put the pocket watch back in his pocket, his face ashen.

"What happened to the Kolo family a couple of days ago? Didn't you see it, Luca? They wiped out a family that had been around for a hundred years by simply sending out a stealth unit."

"And what about our so-called Glory Gang? They didn't even manage to touch the hem of their clothes."

"And Lin Dong, the mastermind behind this ghost army, hasn't really made his move yet!"

He pointed to the giant banner hanging outside the window.

"Now all of Europe is laughing at us, but at least we're still alive."

"Do you even understand what it means to be alive, Mr. Luca?"

"Only when you're alive can you smoke cigars, drink lemonade, and bang on the table and throw a tantrum!"

"Once we die and go to hell, guess what we'll have left?"

"A century of family glory? Or an endless, dark trial?"

Brulang excitedly blurted out a string of words, his chest heaving, feeling a bit thirsty.

But mostly it was bitter.

Yes, the bitterness of not being able to control one's own destiny.

The Camole Mafia has historically been the largest gang in the Naples area.

Normally, they are the ones who decide the life and death of others.

Since when did we become lambs to the slaughter?

"Luca, just shut up. Throwing tantrums and complaining are only the behaviors of weak people."

Alfred, who had been drinking silently and rarely spoke, looked up and glared at Luca.

Luca snorted and turned his head away angrily.

Georgia stood up, ready to add some lemonade to the annoyed Blueland's glass.

She walked over to Brulong and gently poured him half a glass: "You're a little drunk today, drink less."

"I'm not drunk!" Brulong raised his head and glanced at Georgia's still charming face.

When he turned his gaze back to the wine glass, he found that a brown paper envelope had appeared out of nowhere next to the amber glass.

A striking black dragon pattern was printed on the seal of the envelope.

Brullen's pupils suddenly contracted.

It's Lin Dong!

Yes, it's him! He's finally here!

This letter must have been left by him.

Blue Long shuddered, quickly stood up, and turned to look around.

Apart from the five of them, there was no sign of anyone else having been in the huge conference room.

"Dear Mr. Lin Dong, you...you've arrived?"

Brulong's voice trembled:

"I know it's you. Please accept our Camole Mafia's sincerest surrender!"

The other four people at the conference table were startled by Blue Lang's unusual behavior.

Immediately, they all noticed the envelope next to the wine glass and were shocked.

They come without a trace and go without a trace.

That's exactly the style of that mysterious Eastern man!

Blue Lang said two sentences, but seeing that no one responded to him in the empty conference room, he secretly broke out in a cold sweat.

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