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As the only remaining mafia leader in Sicily, even the sheriff is not willing to provoke a cruel role.

Alessandro has good prestige and deterrence within the family and Palermo.

And with the passage of time, his status and power increased day by day.

When ordinary people see him, they must call "Your Excellency" to show their respect.

The other leaders in the family were either wooed or suppressed, and gradually it became clear that Alessandro would express his personal opinions and distribute the interests and the territory in every meeting.

Although the Mafia is not as good as it used to be, there is always a concern that Mussolini will be liquidated again, but Alessandro, who took advantage of the upper hand, gradually strengthened his power, which is a fact that does not need to be questioned.

Therefore, the Strategic Science Corps will fancy him and develop into an informant.

It's just that Alessandro, who is respected by people as "Your Excellency" and is worshipped by a group of thugs, heard Luke's indifferent tone, but a trace of fear appeared on his face.

Having experienced the era of Mussolini's Great Purge, he has a strong psychological shadow on the army, which is essentially a violent organization.

If this young captain is offended, it is tantamount to loosening the thighs of the Allied forces, and sooner or later after the war will be listed as the object of liquidation.

Even if he switched to Mussolini's government, according to the dictator's temper, it might not end well.

Thinking of this, Alessandro's hands trembled slightly, and a brutal touch rose on his fleshy face.

"Mr. Corleone, I apologize for Elio's disrespect to you!"

He placed the palm of his hand on the table, and with a "swish", he drew a dagger from behind his waist and cut it off fiercely.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

The screams of pain echoed in the bronze bell tavern.

A thick finger like a carrot stick rolled down on the table.

Sweat dripped from his forehead and nose.

Alessandro panted heavily and said, "Mr. Corleone, are you satisfied?"

Luke released the palm that was pressing on Ellio's head, and slowly shook his head blankly.

"I didn't make you apologize! Xhosa, I want you to explain how the Mafia treats those who don't respect their friends."

"Mr. Corleone, I..."

"Don't understand? I want an explanation from you! Xhosa, please tell me, how much weight does your mafia friendship have?"

Luke's still cold voice brought heavy pressure to Alessandro.

He already knew that this young captain was not a foolish layman.

The bloody method of cutting off the fingers is a common way for the Mafia to express begging for mercy, but it still can't move the opponent.

Alessandro glanced at Elio, who was pale in fright, and sighed inwardly.

"Carmelo! Drag Elio down and chop off one of his hands!"

Alessandro is somewhat courageous if he can see the timing and become the top leader of the Camorra family.

Although Elio is his nephew, his favorite junior, he can still give it up in order to calm Luke's anger.

Who calls him too stupid!

Just like the previous Mafia members, their eyes are above the top, and they feel that they are the real master of Italy!

For example, Francisco Cucci, who caused the mafia doomsday, is such an idiot!

He is both the mayor of Piana de Greki and the leader of the local mafia.

As a result, when welcoming Mussolini, who was the "great leader" at the time, he used a rather arrogant tone to ask why the other party brought so many police officers.

Because Kucha felt that in his own territory, there was the protection of the Mafia, and no one could pose a threat to Mussolini.

This almost rude attitude annoyed Mussolini, who was powerful at the time.

A few months later, the dictator summoned four thousand rangers and six thousand police officers to fight against the Mafia.

As for Kucha?

He was arrested and imprisoned for "insulting the head of state", "defying the law", and "against the government".

Alessandro, who had a terrible experience such as being wanted and almost executed, could not learn from that idiot Kucha and made the same mistake.

"Mr. Corleone, you are an eternal friend of the Mafia. Anyone who disrespects you is tantamount to contempt of me! Contempt of the Camorra family!"

In less than a minute, the brawny beater named "Carmelo" presented a palm that was placed in a tray.

"Are you still satisfied with this explanation? If it's not enough, I'll have Elio sent to the slaughterhouse later."

Seeing Alessandro's panic, almost humbly low posture, Luke's indifferent expression, like snow being melted away by sunlight.

He picked up the wine glass on the table and said, "Come! Cheers to each other's friendship!"

The smile was gentle, and he couldn't see the aggressiveness before.

With this ability to change his face, he saw the Dumbo-Dugan behind him for a moment, thinking: "The sir is really a terrible person."

The ferocious and brutal mafia looked like a docile sheep before him.

Alessandro smiled in the bloody atmosphere, and drank the red wine in the glass.

"Get things done as soon as possible, and the Allies will not forget your contribution."

Before walking out of the pub, Luke patted Alessandro on the shoulder, and continued: "Those of your compatriots have a good time in North America and New York. They go in and out of high-end hotels with the congressmen, and they have Hollywood fans in their arms. Female star-Xhosa, I admire you very much, you deserve a chance."

"Mr. Corleone, I will remember this personal friendship!"

Alessandro froze for a moment, then reacted.

He bent down slightly, lowered his head, and waited for Luke to reach out his left hand.

This is the highest etiquette within the Mafia to show respect!

Often only characters like the "Godfather" can get a kiss from the boss.

"No need. Your respect, your attitude, I have seen it."

The corners of Luke's mouth twitched, he has no habit of letting men kiss the back of his hand.

Out of the Bronze Bell Tavern, a group of Roaring Commandos got into the car and checked into the top hotel in Palermo.

On the way, Dugan, who was sitting next to him, had a dull expression on his face.

"You want to ask, why should I treat Alessandro with such an attitude?"

Luke opened and closed his calm eyes. Manelli was sitting in the front row and driving. There were no outsiders, so he said without hiding: "Dugan, you don't understand the thinking of gangsters."

"Although the Italian Mafia has always used family honor and blood ties as a means of guaranteeing loyalty. But this does not mean that they are really a bunch of reputable thugs."

Dugan nodded thoughtfully. He remembered that Luke seemed to be closely related to the Irish gang.

"When you treat a vicious dog, if you want to tame it, you have to beat it hard with a wooden stick until it doesn't dare to show its fangs at you again. The same is true for the Mafia."

Through the car window, Luke looked at the pedestrians on the streets of Palermo and smiled: "And human nature is a very complicated thing. Maybe Xhosa had a grudge against me before, but it was because of my identity. I dare not show the victory the army has achieved."

"But when I told him that I would support him as the spokesperson of the Allied Forces in Sicily, he would be rewarded richly after the war. Xhosa's heart may only be grateful, and that bit of unpleasant emotions are all forgotten. Later."

"When you use harsh methods to establish unquestionable authority, and then give you the rewards you should have paid, they will be grateful to you instead-this is a typical gangster thinking!"