“I generally approve of this behavior, but!” Li Qianxia said with the air of an old cadre holding a meeting, “This is generosity that disregards the actual situation and shows no consideration for the family’s circumstances, and it must be condemned.”

Yang Qinglan turned her gaze to Li Changzhou again.

"Don't listen to her nonsense." Li Changzhou chuckled. "I'm not being generous, I just don't like owing favors, and of course, I don't like others owing me either."

Yang Qinglan smiled slightly, unsure whether she believed him or not, and placed the hemlock into the small jade cauldron.

In the hotel conference room, there was a long table, the lighting was dim, and the sound of the Mediterranean waves could be faintly heard.

“These are the five players from the family,” Aferona introduced the players she had recruited to Yang Qinglan and Li Qianxia.

"Tang".

“Gaino”.

"Phoebe."

"Renato".

"Kotei".

The five introduced themselves in turn. Tang, Gaino, and Phoebe were women, while Renato and Cote were men.

“Black.” Yang Qinglan, wearing a mask, nodded.

Li Qianxia glanced at her and then introduced herself: "Fog."

The two men were wearing masks (bought at the market) and spoke English with very fluent accents.

“Chief,” Phoebe looked at Aferona, who had grey cat eyes, “called us here just to introduce us to these two new family members?”

“No,” Aferona shook her head, “I’m introducing you to an esteemed person.”

“My lord?” Kote repeated.

The five people exchanged glances, each seeing confusion in the other's eyes.

"Squeak~"

The door was pushed open, and Mo Hu's figure walked in, as if a piece had been torn from the night.

It's like a person about to leave the darkness, but not quite emerging yet, their figure always shrouded in a faint, misty lake.

“That’s why I don’t submit to the church,” Aferona stood up, walked to the figure in the lake, and knelt down on one knee. “This is the ‘Lord’ I believe in.”

Everyone present stood up, but the doubt in their expressions deepened.

Then, they suddenly realized.

Aferona's instincts were no secret, and various people had already revealed her secret as a Mafia mistress in an attempt to undermine her authority.

After Prague, Aferona's strength increased by leaps and bounds, and everyone knew that she had an even more powerful lover behind her.

Is that mysterious lover the man standing right in front of me?

"Get up," the figure in the lake said, his voice hoarse and deep, carrying the casualness and composure of a powerful being.

Aferona stood up and walked beside the figure in the lake, half a body behind him, and followed him to the head of the table.

As he passed by the five people, he introduced them to him one by one.

"This is Phoebe. Her ability is to mark and track targets."

“Hello.” Phoebe bowed to the figure at Lake Mo. “How should I address you? Boss? Or leader?”

“Lord,” said the Lord.

“You—” Phoebe looked embarrassed.

The 'Lord' ignored her and continued walking forward.

Aferona, who was about to say something, had no choice but to quickly follow.

The five people certainly didn't look like ruthless players; they were probably just ordinary citizens living a life far removed from the mafia before the Value Game.

Instinct isn't entirely useless, but it's mostly something you can't bear to discard, yet it's tasteless to consume.

Just like the Arhat Fist in The Legend of the Condor Heroes, everyone would be interested in it in modern times, but the reason for the interest is simply because it is a martial art, not because of how strong it is.

This is the level of instinct that the five of them possess.

"Aferona, this is for you." The 'Lord' waved his hand and tossed out a jade bead.

Aferona caught it, her expression slightly puzzled, then her face lit up with excitement. She was about to speak, and her body followed suit in a bowing posture, but 'the Lord' raised a hand to stop her.

"Take it."

"Thank God!" Aferona excitedly put the jade bead into her mouth, her already bright face seemingly becoming even more radiant.

Everyone stared at Aferona with curiosity, wanting to know what it was.

"Gentlemen," the 'Lord' began, "I have summoned you here today to have you subdue the other two Mafia organizations and, incidentally, expel the Church's influence from Sicily."

The five of them looked at Aferona at the same time, trying to confirm whether this was a theatrical performance for Holy Week.

“We will do what the Lord has commanded us; we will go where the Lord has sent us.” Aphrodite placed her hand on her heart and bowed her head to the Lord.

The five people looked at each other and realized that this was not a theatrical performance, but an absurd and illogical reality.

Does this person really think he's the "master"?

They also plan to eliminate two other mafia companies and even expel the church?

Even if drama requires logic while reality doesn't, it still can't...

Phoebe, who was ranting wildly in her mind, suddenly remembered something—'Lord'?

A few days ago, there was only one "master" in the world—God. But now, a few days later, there are two "masters" in the world: God and the player.

Some people don't care, some are angry, and some think there's no difference between the two—both are incomparable.

Could this person in front of me be...?

Peng!

All the glass in the conference hall shattered simultaneously, shards of light streaking across the room like a torrential downpour.

"careful!"

The five of them acted simultaneously, protecting Aferona, who in turn protected them as well—ten streaks of gray mist appeared out of thin air, each wielding a scythe and protecting everyone.

"Aferona, you bitch, how dare you call a human 'master'!" A domineering voice came from outside the hotel.

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