"You said your surname is Bolita, what's your name?"
In the interrogation room of the Prohibition Bureau, a large lamp was shining directly on the man who claimed his surname was Bolita.
Lewis sat across from him, smoking a cigarette, and asked.
"Vincent, Vincent Polleta, my father is Alberto."
The man stared directly at Lewis behind the glare, as if he wasn't afraid of the light at all.
"Give me a cigarette too."
"Vincent? Vincent Polleta, as far as I know, there's no one like you in the Bolita Clan."
"How is that possible? Just find anyone from the Bolita family, and they will definitely know who I am, or you can directly contact my father, or my brother Leonardo."
"Unfortunately, they're both already dead."
Lewis feigned regret.
The man suddenly became furious: "Impossible! How could they be dead? No way, you're lying to me, you're deceiving me! There's no way my brother and father could be dead—they are Bolita!"
