Early morning.

Yet it's the sunset for the Corleone Clan.

The Corleone Clan has taken root and flourished in Winster for over a hundred years.

They were fully involved in Winster's shift from nothing to something.

They were the very black mud of Winster's beginnings.

But now, today, they have no choice but to leave this land.

This seems to be the fate that every surname cannot escape: rise and then fall.

With Old Santi's death, the surname Corleone no longer has the qualification to stand in Winster.

If they forcibly stay, what awaits them is only erosion and division.

Eventually, nothing will be left.

It would be better to hand everything over while there is still some value.

Just like the Bolita Clan once did.

Only compared, the Bolita Clan had Ethan, but the Corleone Clan is left with only a woman.

Old Santi's eldest daughter, a widow whose husband has died, Lady Talia.

She is powerless to save the family and can only choose to return to her homeland.

She knows very well what the most valuable thing in her family is, so early in the morning, she received three guests.

One of them was naturally Bob Older, a messenger sent by Ethan.

As for the other two.

Actually, Bob was no stranger to them either.

One of them was Robert, a proud protégé of the great lawyer Duval, a rising star in the legal circle of Winster.

Duval is Sandro's personal lawyer.

They have worked together seamlessly for over fifteen years.

The other one was Bob's acquaintance, his former boss, the owner of the Demier Law Firm, Murphy Demier.

He was invited by George, the Evans Clan also has some influence in Winster's legal circles.

Seeing Bob, Robert showed no reaction at all, his eyes were on the top; in his view, today's victory was his only.

Murphy, however, sneered, "Bob, why, heard you've opened a law firm recently, really think you're that capable now?"

"Murphy, don't you look down on business in the black mud? Why are you running errands for George? Oh yes, how's his hand? My boss asked me to send regards to George."

Bob was no longer the one who sat awkwardly in the conference room back then, his hair was even thicker than Murphy's.

Murphy was choked by his words; he didn't expect Bob to be like this today.

Just then, a servant of the Corleone Clan came.

He asked, "Gentlemen, who would like to start first?"

"I'll go first." Bob stood up directly.

This made Murphy curl his lips, while Robert remained indifferent.

"By the way, I think you two could go back first, because..."

Saying this, Bob recalled that wonderful afternoon, and so those words came out instinctively.

"I'll give him an offer he can't refuse."

Hearing those words, Murphy's face turned very ugly; he was almost allergic to that phrase.

Robert just snorted contemptuously.

Bob quickly followed the servant to a reception room, inside was a woman with her face covered by a black veil, sitting upright, holding a cup of coffee waiting.

"Your boss got my father killed, so I can't do business with your boss."

Bob hadn't even sat down when the other party had already started to drive him away.

Bob extended a hand and spread his five fingers wide.

"Five minutes, just give me five minutes."

Lady Talia didn't speak, just looked at him.

"Your father's death saddened my boss too, but this is the law of the black mud: it's kill or be killed. He died of his own greed."

Bob bluntly pointed this out, then added.

"But your brother's death wasn't like that; they both died of conspiracy, died of murder."

"Your brother was killed by George."

"You're talking nonsense." Lady Talia seemed a bit angry.

"Klei from the Conte family can testify to this; George also tried to kill Klei and my boss's brother Vincent, which is why his hand is gone; you should have heard about it, right?"

On this point, Lady Talia indeed had heard.

"If Danny was killed by George, then what about my little brother Pete? Why do you say he died in a conspiracy?"

"Good question, you can think about it. Who was the one leading this Saint Kuanti plan? Wasn't it Sandro? If my young master didn't come back safely, who would be the ultimate beneficiary? Who had the least loss in this incident?"

Bob spewed out a series of words.

These words seemed to make Lady Talia a bit lost in thought.

"Lady Talia, do you read detective novels?" Bob suddenly asked.

"What?" Lady Talia was taken aback for a moment, then nodded, "Occasionally."

"Then have you heard this saying, 'When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.'"

Lady Talia couldn't help but put down her coffee, but some of it still spilled out.

"But..."

"Madam, my young master is actually the one who stands with you, he understands the feeling of family decline very well, he also needs friends, for this he is willing to share the bootlegging business with you, even, when the time is ripe in the future, he might help the Corleone Clan return to Winster."

With this, Bob glanced at his newly-changed wristwatch and tapped the dial.

"Five minutes are up, I have to go, madam, this is my business card, if you make up your mind, call the number on it."

He said, placing the business card down, then turned to leave.

However, just as he reached the door, Lady Talia called him back.

Another five minutes passed.

The servant of the Corleone Clan came out and went to the living room.

Murphy thought it was going to be his turn, he was even ready to taunt Bob a bit.

But the servant said apologetically, "Gentlemen, I'm afraid there will be no further discussions, madam has already made her decision."

"What did you say?!" Murphy could hardly believe it.

He lost to Bob? That good-for-nothing guy.

Robert got up and left upon hearing this, but from his pace, one could tell he was very angry.

By noon, Ethan received the contract from the Corleone Clan.

In fact, regarding the territory of the Corleone Clan, he didn't ask for much; he took whatever Sandro divided for him.

What he valued most was that smuggling route, which he also got.

Now, that route, along with the related wharf, belonged to the Bolita Clan.

The sword hidden in the sheath had already become a bit faster and sharper.

But it was still not enough, far from enough.

After reviewing all the contracts, Ethan said to Anya, "Let's go, we need to make a trip to Winster University."

There were still two gifts waiting for him at Winster University.

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