The former helped him light a cigarette and said, "This isn't our concern, let someone write a denunciation article, and after the incident happens, we too should publish our condemnation."
What does Hydra's business have to do with me, Victor?
As for whether you believe it or not, I certainly do.
Victor exhaled, his gaze piercing through the floor-to-ceiling window towards the distance, as if already foreseeing an entertaining spectacle.
United Kingdom, London.
The streets were festooned with lights and banners hung about.
Though the government didn't support the so-called "grand meeting," they didn't oppose it either, after all, it was the Royal Family, and they had to be given due respect.
However, upon seeing the attendees, the ailing Iron Maiden was so incensed that she said to the reporters, "What are these? Drug traffickers? The underworld? This is nothing but a Clown's play!"
In an Italian restaurant.
Soft music played in the background.
But the restaurant was filled with men in dark suits, their eyes constantly vigilant, scanning the surroundings, while in the corner sat two men, resembling father and son.
"I've told you many times, don't make noise while eating." Francesco Petraque, a man of slightly older age, frowned at his son sitting across from him.
The man who shared the name with the father of the Renaissance was no simple character.
The spokesperson for Naples' "Camorra," the head honcho of the Italian Mafia, this syndicate may not be widely known, but let's just say…
Its headquarters in Scampia is the world's largest market for contraband, bar none!
The illegal dumping pits controlled by the gang nearly reach a depth of 15,000 meters, with Mount Everest itself only at 8,840 meters; cancer rates in the area rose by 20%, and thus, Camorra is also the "beloved" "subordinate" of pharmaceutical magnates in the United States and Europe.
But if all they did was deal in shady money, of course, they wouldn't be taken seriously. A chamber pot can only be a chamber pot.
Under the leadership of the new man in charge, Francesco Petraque, they began to interact with the government. When he first took over, he overcame all objections, using Camorra's funds to sponsor the establishment of the New York Twin Towers!
Several major projects in Italy also had their funding.
Now, rather than being called a mob, they were more like… state-sanctioned criminals!
They even helped the Italian Government combat other mafias.
Upon hearing his father's words, his son chuckled nervously, not daring to say more; his dad really would hit him, having never had a rebellious phase as a child.
He could only change the subject to the Iron Maiden, "That woman's retired and still talks so much nonsense!"
Francesco Petraque responded expressionlessly, "Everyone is entitled to their opinion. We can't make them shut up, we have to learn to listen. Of course, you can think of her words as flatulence."
If this were in Naples, he wouldn't say the same, after all, it wasn't his territory.
"Stay out of trouble for a while, don't go looking for it."
"I know, I know." His son nodded eagerly, his eyes shifting outside, suddenly fixated on a passing blonde.
And she was also the type he liked, a married woman.
She wore a very revealing outfit, glancing inside the restaurant as she passed by, her eyes meeting his for a moment, and the lady smiled at him.
Instantly, it was as if his young soul had been hooked.
He couldn't quite hold himself back, wanting to approach her, but…
He glanced at his father sitting before him and shrank back.
But perhaps God was helping him; just then, a brother brought a phone to Francesco Petraque. After answering it with a few words, he stood up.
"I have a meeting tonight, you look after yourself..."
"I can take care of myself," he said hastily.
"Don't cause any trouble!" Francesco Petraque cautioned him again and again before leaving with his men, but not without leaving guards behind for his son.
Camorra had too many enemies; you never knew what might happen.
Once the coast was clear, Jada Petraque couldn't wait any longer and rushed out, his eyes on the distant lady, lust taking over as he approached.
Young man, are X-es really that fun?