New York, Lower Manhattan.
Andrea's Bar.
In a typical Mediterranean retro environment, a sexy girl with a petty-bourgeois style hums folk songs on the stage. Her occasionally swaying waist and slender legs attract the attention of most men.
But in this corner of the bar, the atmosphere was a bit gloomy, which was out of tune with the surrounding bustle.
"Boss Roy, the family is so unfair. It was us who killed that b**ch Theresa."
"That's right, without Theresa, the Black Skull Gang is nothing."
"Boss, are we really going to give up our territory in the Bronx to that b*****d Hertz?"
"f**k, I went to do him..."
Several tattooed men with sturdy auras were cursing and saying something with angry expressions on their faces. Some of them were so excited that they were about to pull out the guns from their waists.
"That's enough!"
Following the gentle words of the leading young man, everyone fell silent.
The young man was in his early twenties, with three-dimensional features, black hair and blue eyes. His handsome mixed-race face showed no emotion, but had a kind of breathtaking majesty.
Roy glanced at everyone and finally looked at the bar owner who was standing next to him without saying a word.
"Drake, what do you say?"
Drake was the oldest of the group, a typical Italian middle-aged man, missing two fingers.
Different from many of Roy's men.
Drake was a local tyrant that the Corleone Family had planted in Lower Manhattan a long time ago.
In a sense, before Roy completely took control of this downtown neighborhood called 'Little Italy', Drake was still directly managed by the family, not Roy's subordinates.
Facing Roy's question.
Drake took a deep drag on the thin cigar in his hand, his face covered in smoke, and said, "Roy, I have to remind you that the family only said that the reward for this mission is Little Italy, but they didn't say which one."
"And in New York, there are two Little Italys, including this block we're standing on now."
As soon as Drake finished speaking, the atmosphere suddenly became sticky.
As Drake said, there are two Little Italys in New York. One is in the Bronx, which is a gathering place for authentic Italians. It is huge and has a lot of money.
The other is the block where everyone is located, in lower Manhattan.
In New York, although Manhattan is the city center, it is far more prosperous and lively than the Bronx.
But in recent years, a Huxia man named Martin Lee rose from Chinatown and established the Devil's Gang, whose power has swallowed up more than half of the territory that originally belonged to Little Italy.
The name of Little Italy for these streets in the downtown area is almost dead in name only.
In a sense, Roy was tricked by the gang boss above him.
Definitely, this is also related to the fact that there is no one behind Roy.
Roy Corleone, 24 years old, 187cm tall, is an Earth traveler. His father in this life is a Huxia and his mother is the daughter of a high-ranking member of the Corleone Mafia family.
Unfortunately, when Roy was less than four years old, his parents, grandparents and the entire family died in a car accident.
The Mafia is a tight-knit organization linked by family bloodlines.
In each family, the identities are divided from low to high into formal members, gang leaders, second bosses, and big bosses.
Most of the big bosses are based in the family headquarters, and the second-in-command acts as a consultant to whitewash the company. On the surface, they are mostly glamorous figures in the upper class.
The gang boss is the executive of the family distributed in various cities.
Without the support of his maternal grandfather who was a senior member of the family, Roy was able to become a formal member of the family at such a young age. This was already a testament to Roy's outstanding ability.
Today, the Corleone Family does not have much influence in New York City.
Apart from the gang leader, there are only two official members of the family in New York.
The 'Hertz' that Roy's men referred to was the other of the two official members of the Corleone Family in New York.
It is said that Hertz hooked up with Frank Lucas, the new drug lord in New York, and gained the appreciation of the second boss of the family by selling the new drug "Blue Magic".
In this case, in the distribution of territory among formal members.
It's normal for Roy to be tricked.
A little Italy on one street, that is still Little Italy.
Even if Roy brought the matter to the attention of the family committee, the other party could easily say that Roy had misunderstood. The distribution of territory was basically a foregone conclusion, and being angry alone was useless.
Fortunately, after becoming a formal member of the family, you can obtain the complete family inheritance.
Compared to these minor problems in the land allocation process.
For Roy, the most important thing is to start the system.
That's right, as a glorious time traveler, Roy also has a system.
However, unlike the conventional systems distributed by the Crossing Administration, Roy's system evolved on its own with the help of a 'Philosopher's Stone'.
The Philosopher's Stone is known as one of the four ultimate alchemy techniques in the Western fantasy necromancer system.
At the same time, the Philosopher's Stone is also known as the ultimate product of the magician arcane system of magic crystal science.
In his previous life, Roy had a stroke of luck when he took out a Philosopher's Stone pendant from a courier package. Unexpectedly, during the journey, this pendant absorbed some of the concepts of the Philosopher's Stones in the universe and integrated with Roy, evolving into a very rigid system.
In this life, Roy knew about the existence of the system early on and had been trying to find a way to activate it.
It wasn't until Roy killed his first person at the age of sixteen, gained recognition from his family, and was taught some defective breathing techniques that the system showed some movement.
From 16 to 24 years old.
A full eight years.
Relying on his extremely strong skills, Roy carried out execution missions for the family 32 times before he was truly considered an official member. Not only was he allocated a small piece of land, but he also received a complete family inheritance.
Roy actually doesn't care about territory or anything like that.
If it weren't for appeasing a few of his partners, Roy wouldn't even be in this bar.
Until now.
Drake spoke up, laying out the reality before everyone, temporarily calming down several of his men.
Roy then knocked on the table, glanced at his men, and said, "Alright, that's it for now."
"Drake, make some arrangements for the brothers."
"Starting tomorrow, get familiar with the surrounding area and gain a firm foothold in the downtown area before moving on to other things."
"Remember the wisdom left by your family."
"Keep silent and know when to do it."
"You must know when to be patient and when to attack!"