Special Forces Medic

Chapter 1043 - 1015: The Wise and the Foolish

"Rumors stop at the wise! It seems this saying holds little sway over the people of Palermo. Ever since a woman bought Sin City, stories of her being a crime boss of some international mafia have emerged from three different newspapers and magazines, tales that are simply unimaginable for common people to understand, yet so detailed as if one were present themselves.

Inside No. 13 Joseph Street, such magazines and newspapers are piled everywhere, and information about this woman is increasing by the day. There are even photos of her back, and she seems to be a woman who quite aligns with the current Godfather’s taste. However, at this moment, he is lazily nestled on the sofa in his study, listening to his butler read related reports. Nicholas’s blue eyes twinkle with a deeper smile, and as his shoulders shake, the corners of his mouth stretch wider.

"Murphy! Enough, enough! Stop reading, I feel like I can’t take it anymore." Nicholas finally raised his hands towards Murphy when the butler read about this mysterious woman having immense financial resources. "Go check the masterminds behind those three newspapers. People who can fabricate such backgrounds are certainly not from the mafia. Investigate who their bosses have been associating with recently. I need to know."

"Yes, young master! Also, Mr. Genovis has been waiting outside for a long time. Do you want to let him in?"

"Casab? Let him wait for me in the small study. I forgot that Augusto will also come in an hour. Murphy, your work has been getting less careful recently."

"Young master, I just did what I should according to your personal preferences, always with great attention."

"Murphy, have I spoiled you too much, allowing you to be so rude to me? But considering our tacit understanding, take Casab to the small study. Today, I want to drink rose tea. I’ve heard this floral tea can improve blood circulation and make the skin more radiant."

Murphy obediently closed his mouth. Arguing with his master was a never-ending task, and certainly thankless. In others’ eyes, he was a ruthless Godfather, but in his eyes, he was still a child who hadn’t grown up.

"Casab, you’re here. Just now, Murphy told me a joke about the woman who bought Sin City. Do you know who she is?"

"A mysterious family from the East, rumored to have a multinational corporation as rich as a country." Casab sat on Nicholas’s left side.

"So you’ve already read this report, what do you think?"

"Dear Godfather, I don’t think now is the time to discuss this matter."

"Oh, Casab, then when do you think is the right time? Or do you have something more important?" The blue eyes glanced mischievously at Casab, who could be like an uncle to him but looked timid and cowardly at the moment.

"I wanted to talk about Augusto..."

"Casab, do you know what I dislike the most? You are all my good brothers and family, and do you now want to engage in mutual destruction?" Nicholas sighed. "After the recent manor incident, do you feel wronged? Our five major families have been targeted, and you were seriously injured in this incident. I suppose you came today to tell me that among the five families, only Augusto was untouched, right? And the events that happened to the Clompor family before the invitation probably already reached your ears, so do you think the mole among us is Augusto?"

"Godfather, you already know!" Casab hadn’t expected Nicholas to say everything he wanted to say. "Yes, that’s what I was thinking. There’s only one possibility, and that’s that there must be a traitor among us. The people under Shao Weihua clearly killed Carlo and the others, you must be aware of this too."

"Casab, if you can provide evidence that Augusto is the mole, I will give you an explanation. But before that, I hope you maintain a calm mind to analyze this matter and don’t do anything that would anger me. As for Shao Weihua, I will deal with him. I don’t want you to get involved. Let the Chinese handle their own problems and don’t get used by them."

"Does the Godfather also believe I found someone to kill Fick?"

"Haha! Casab, you’re not being honest. This is your true purpose of coming, isn’t it? I’ve long heard about the entanglements between Fick and Royce, and you’re not someone who would go so far as to kill a clown-like him. I’ve said before to use your brain. It’s not the 19th century anymore, where you can claim territory by fighting and killing. I know you uncles don’t agree with my philosophy, but only by using your mind can you truly rise to the top, while limbs are just auxiliary."

"Nicholas..." Casab jumped up. Is he implying he’s a brute? A simple-minded idiot with well-developed limbs?

"Casab, sit down!" The person who should have been angry merely lowered the temperature of his voice. "Although Fick is a clown, he’s not someone who could be killed in a single unseen move, at least none of those under your command from Immortal Reversal can do that."

"Yes, Godfather, you’re right. I was reckless."

"Alright, let’s not discuss this matter anymore. By the way, have you found the person I asked you to look for?" The topic ended there, any further discussion would only hurt feelings, and hadn’t this uncle come to clear his suspicions? Why not go along with the flow?

"Someone saw him in Catania, but then his trail was lost."

"That’s enough. It seems this person is indeed still alive." Nicholas was quite satisfied with Casab’s information. How could the man from the three northeastern provinces be easily killed? If it were him, he wouldn’t do it so hastily either. Now that there are three key figures, aside from the fact that the attitude of Sin City is already quite clear, seemingly standing by Xiao Lin’s side, the only remaining factor is ’Wagangnai’. What will Shao Weihua do next? He eagerly awaited the outcome. "Casab, what do you think of Hua Qingyi?"

"In my opinion, he’s a very smart person!"

"Find a smart person to monitor him 24 hours a day, I’m sure you’ll gain something."

"Godfather, are you suspecting this kid is involved with that Shao Weihua?"

"Not certain yet, but I believe Fick’s death is related to those assassins. The Eastern ’Black Crow’ is affiliated with the Xiao Family, now they’re openly betraying the Xiao Family. Don’t you find that strange? Also, do we have any reports from our people in New York? Things haven’t been very peaceful over there either."

"Xiao Lin is the heir of the Xiao Family, is this true? If he’s from the Xiao Family, why would the Xiao Family leave him here alone to be slaughtered?" Casab voiced his doubts; if it were him, with his son being bullied outside, he’d be the first to rush over and eliminate the enemy.

"The Xiao Family has reached this point today, they wouldn’t survive without some extraordinary measures. What does it mean to survive in adversity, Casab, you really should study Chinese culture, what the ancients said is not without reason. Wanting to become the heir of the Xiao Family, adversity is indispensable; do you think being the heir of the Xiao Family is so easy?"

"Oh, come on! I’d rather grab a gun and obliterate that four-eyed man once and for all, for a quick resolution, instead of studying civilized policies." Casab’s whole face crumpled, making Nicholas quite amused.

"Have Charles come see me tomorrow, he’s been in China for quite some time now."

"The kid doesn’t know where he’s hiding now, ever since that person was killed at home, he hasn’t returned to his den!"

"Arthur! His name is Arthur!"

"Oh yes, that’s the name."

"Uncle Casab, I’ve told you many times that disaster comes from careless words. Your habit of speaking impulsively will be the death of you eventually!" Hearing Nicholas use honorifics, Casab restrained himself a lot, losing his arrogant demeanor. "Charles has always been with Xiao Lin; he should still be in ’Vaganei’, find someone who isn’t one of ours to go there. I don’t want to start a conflict with ’Vaganei’ before we’ve figured out the matter in Sin City, especially when there’s another party waiting to reap the benefits of our struggle."

"Understood! I’ll take care of it!"

The ancient clock began to chime, marking exactly one hour, not a minute more or less. Nicholas inexplicably smiled.

"Casab, would you like to stay for afternoon tea?"

"Oh no, dear Godfather, Hilapo is still waiting for me. Ever since you appointed him as Carlo’s successor, he’s been very diligent."

"That’s thanks to your good guidance, Uncle. Since that’s the case, I won’t keep you for afternoon tea." Nicholas curled into his chair again. "Murphy, escort Uncle Casab out for me; I’m feeling a bit tired. Call me at three."

"Yes, young master! Mr. Casab, please come this way."

"Murphy, has the Godfather always been like this lately, looking so tired?" Casab quickly exited the small study, and while walking down the corridor, he couldn’t help but ask Murphy.

"The young master always has a habit of taking a nap at this hour; we owe it to all of you for managing things well, making Sicily so tranquil," Murphy replied politely.

"Oh, that’s how it is," Casab didn’t think much of it, but his glance caught a familiar figure. "Murphy, was Augusto invited here today?"

"What, Mr. Casab?"

"Oh, it’s nothing, I just seemed to see Augusto in the side hall, though at this time he should be with the two children from the Bernano Clan, maybe I saw wrong."

"Mr. Casab, take care!" Murphy laughed off Casab’s words and courteously sent him to his car before turning back to enter through the main door. (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations, monthlies, your support is my greatest motivation.)