Ruined city, upper city area.

In the areas where the rich live, the air is clean, the streets are clean, and you can see rich people wearing expensive clothes walking their dogs. Most of them basically do not need to work. They can earn income for several lifetimes just by relying on investment, rent and other money-making methods. Life is just about enjoyment for them. In the abandoned city, the biggest entertainment for such people every day is various banquets. After the prohibition of alcohol was enacted, drinking alone at home also became a trend.

In a magnificent courtyard, there are several black luxury cars parked at the door. Guards with guns are stationed in various places in the courtyard. It can be said that it is airtight and not even a mosquito can fly in.

On the first floor of the courtyard building, in a room with a full bookshelf of books, behind a mahogany desk, "The Godfather" Cornelius Catania is reading a book on philosophy.

There have been many cultural gaps in the abandoned city, but there are always some people who can transcend the times and come up with amazing ideas. Corneion likes such ideas very much and he believes that they can guide his life and career.

After reading a paragraph, he picked up the wine glass on the table. The glass contained homemade high-purity wine, paired with ice cubes, which could make people feel refreshed.

After taking a sip of wine and putting down the glass, a person appeared in the room.

“They know most of the things.”

Stone stood there, and beside him, the big golden retriever was sticking out its tongue, looking very tired.

"Not dead?"

Cornell closed the book and asked.

"I told you, they are all extraordinary beings, with powers beyond imagination. I have seen those powers, and you cannot understand them."

Stone suppressed his emotions.

"Their presence will cause a lot of trouble. If you can't do it, I will send someone else."

Cornell did not seem to notice Stone's emotions. His voice remained steady, like the ringing of a church bell, always ringing at that moment, and always ringing only that many times.

"I will kill them."

Stone replied, the golden tail beside him wagging.

"Are you confused? Do you think I am just using you? Once our family has taken over the entire underground world of the Wasted City, I will abandon you?"

Cornell suddenly spoke, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became solemn.

"They said similar things to me, and I didn't believe them."

The golden retriever next to Stone suddenly stood up and he held the leash.

"My children are useless. If we let them inherit the family, the family will either be eaten away bit by bit by the guys above us in a fierce and reckless confrontation, or it will sink and perish in the old and corrupt self-satisfaction. Only the right person can lead the family to true prosperity."

Cornell said in a deep voice. His words were so sincere that anyone who heard them would think he was speaking to you from the bottom of his heart.

"Or are you so cowardly that you think you can't control the family and will be eliminated by me?"

"No, Father, I did not."

Stone felt a strong sense of majesty.

He could order the monsters around him to kill the man in front of him right now, but that would only be a momentary relief. If he killed Cornellón now, the entire Catania family would be plunged into disputes and chaos. As an adopted son, he would not be able to fight his way out among Cornellón's legitimate sons.

Stone knew exactly what Lu Ban said.

He knew very well that Cornell would never really hand over the family to an outsider, and everything the godfather did was to take advantage of him.

In fact, Stone was also taking advantage of Cornell's little plan.

Just as the godfather said, none of Corneon's children were promising. The eldest brother was a complete playboy, without any scheming or sophistication. The second brother was reckless, violent and extremely impulsive. The eldest daughter had left the family and was teaching. The second daughter was good at calculations but lacked independent thinking. The third daughter was addicted to pleasure and became the earliest sacrifice.

From the fact that Cornell could throw his little daughter to Stone to be killed without hesitation, it can be seen that for this man, value of use is far more important than family affection.

Therefore, as long as Stone still has value, that is, as long as the Catania family has not unified the underground world of the abandoned city, he will not be eliminated.

By that time, Stone would have become the head of the family and the real person in charge.

As long as he eliminates all the members of the Catania family in advance, he can become the new godfather.

Of course, Cornell knew all of this.

The game of gangsters is not based on conspiracy and tricks, but on an open strategy of laying everything out clearly and offering the other party a condition that the other party cannot refuse.

Of course, on the surface, the two of them had to have sex.

It can be said that the father is kind and the son is filial.

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

"Sir, someone is looking for you outside. It's Detective Drizzt and his two assistants."

Someone said.

"It came to my door. This is the result of not handling it properly."

Cornell looked at Stone as if he were teaching him a lesson.

"Wait in the next room. I'll take care of it."

He asked Stone to leave.

Stone simply nodded, and the golden hair immediately turned into mud, covering him, and then disappeared into the ground.

Seeing this, Corneaux answered the door.

"Tell them to go to the living room and tell them I'll be there later."

After the person outside the door left, Cornell stood up and walked out of the study, calling the thugs around him.

"Arrange people to quietly surround the reception room. When the three people enter the reception room, take care of them. I want to identify the body."

Corneon ordered.

He certainly wouldn't be stupid enough to meet those people and confront them himself. The best way to deal with this situation is to give them some conditions that they can't refuse and make them shut up.

"By the way, let Clayderman and Charles go to the living room as backup."

He mentioned it again.

These two were once bounty hunters who survived in the wild and possessed a certain level of extraordinary combat ability.

Having given his orders, Corneon returned to his study.

He opened the book and continued reading, taking another sip of wine.

As the cool wine flowed down his throat, Corneon seemed to have returned to the time many years ago when he first witnessed the extraordinary.

From that time on, Corneaux's goals went beyond the mafia.

And now...

There was a burst of gunfire in the yard, followed by the sound of breaking glass and a loud noise.

Then, quiet down.

it's over.

Corneon sighed and put down his cup.

The next moment, there was a noisy sound outside the door.

"What are you doing, no, wait!"

Bang——

Before Corneon could react, he heard a loud roar coming from the door, and the high-end wooden door was violently smashed open, leaving only a large hole along with the wall.

Opposite the pit stood the detective, wearing a long trench coat, a deerstalker hat, and smoking a briar pipe, and his two assistants.

“Hello, Mr. Corneion.”