Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 225 [Light and Darkness]

Vasini has been in a very high mood for the past two days.

People assumed it was a result of victory.

But they didn't know that this was actually the effect of being illuminated by God's radiance.

Even his personality has changed somewhat.

He abandoned his previous tendency to compromise and hesitate, becoming decisive and direct.

Or perhaps this has always been his personality, but reality has suppressed his choices.

After winning the raid, he requested a family alliance meeting the next day to decide on future strategies against the enemy.

He demanded that all families be present this time; otherwise, they would automatically withdraw from the alliance and become enemies from then on.

This is something he would never have dared to say before. He used to only hope that everyone could try to stay consistent, that they could come if they wanted, and that it was okay if they didn't.

Even if you don't come, you're still a friend.

But this time it's different.

His allies also felt the pressure, mainly because they never expected that Vasini could win that raid.

He alone, leading his family guards, managed to severely injure Uttahan.

It is said that even Luca had his hand broken by him.

This is no longer the Vasini they knew.

They dared not come.

Because Vasini's knife could cut Uttahan, and it could cut them too.

Everything is proceeding at a rapid pace.

The family alliance meeting is scheduled for tomorrow.

That evening, Vasini continued to pray in the sanctuary.

As he prayed, he told his plan to the great Savior of Darkness.

Perhaps it was out of a desire for blessings.

He decided to forcibly merge all existing families at tomorrow's meeting.

Let's use the pretext of a temporary wartime alliance to bring all the family members under the Martino family's command.

Then, step by step, they devour everyone.

He no longer wanted to give these former allies any chance. If things dragged on any longer, they would all die. So, rather than that, they might as well all become Martino's men.

Anyone who disagrees will be killed.

He was no longer afraid, for God was watching him.

"...Great Savior of Darkness, grant me my impulses, grant me my ambitions, grant me boundless strength and courage! The Martino family will forever be your most loyal and reliable spear!"

Ethan had just returned home when he heard Vasini's prayer.

He has now basically confirmed Vasini's identity and knows his exact information.

Because when he said goodbye to Joseph, Joseph handed him a new document.

The above contains more detailed information about the Southern District, including the identity information of each family leader and the leaders of the new forces.

Wassini was prominently listed.

The current head of the Martino family and owner of the sanctuary.

After hearing Vasini's plan, Ethan thought it was good. If they continued to fight their own battles, even with his help, the Royal Capital Mafia would still be a disorganized mess.

Rather than that, it's better to consolidate with an iron fist.

This also fits Ethan's plan; he needs a gun that is sharp enough and obedient enough.

"Then, I grant your request."

He responded to Vasini.

Vasini's heart surged once more. God agreed with me; indeed, I was the chosen one.

He became even more determined and turned to walk outside.

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the next day.

This day attracted everyone's attention.

The art debate that has been going on for half a month is finally going to have a result today.

Ethan Poletta's solo exhibition will be held at the Kingdom Arts Centre, where Rubens will bring along members of the capital's art and critical circles to appreciate his work.

Will Ethan or Rubens win?
Everyone is already itching to get started.

Helosh seized the opportunity and released a new issue of the Kingdom Deep Dive Report.

The above is about Ethan's solo exhibition today. The words are full of provocation, and it's almost as if it's asking everyone: who do you think is more powerful, Ethan or Rubens?
People's emotions were heightened again, so much so that by 8 a.m., the area within a one-kilometer radius of the Kingdom Arts Centre was already packed with people, all holding the latest copy of the Observer newspaper and coming to see what was going on.

Sometimes you really can't underestimate people's love of gossip.

Ethan didn't leave early; he was used to this kind of thing. In terms of scale, the public trial back then was what caused a city-wide sensation.

This can only be called a warm-up at best.

Sophia is going today too; she returned last night and is going to help Ethan in the battle.

"Don't worry, Ethan, it'll be absolutely fine. You're so talented, you'll definitely win everyone over! Then, you'll make Rubens apologize to you. That guy really went too far, actually questioning and attacking you!"

Sofia was full of confidence; she was one of those who blindly trusted Ethan.

In contrast, Anya is different.

She doesn't care about the outcome.

"What do you think, Anya?"

So when Sofia asked her that question, she remained expressionless, but her hand unconsciously clenched the white ivory hidden inside her clothes.

If things really turn out badly, she wouldn't mind shooting Rubens and everyone who cursed the young master.

The dead are the best people.

With everything ready, Ethan stepped out the door in a striking red suit, his tie a rather flamboyant purple.

It's fair to say that Ethan's outfit today would be a disaster on anyone with less charisma or good looks.

Yet he handled it perfectly and uniquely, like a painting with rich and vibrant colors.

So, before his paintings captivated people, his attire first won over the cameras of journalists.

Amidst a flurry of camera flashes, Anya had already sped away.

same moment.

In the pitch-black sanctuary.

Vasini, however, was dressed in an absolutely solemn and dignified black suit with a white shirt underneath, a snake-patterned tie, and his hair was neatly combed. He no longer had any trace of the wanderer he once was when he drifted at sea.

He is now the head of the Martino family and the ruler of the Southern Mafia.

Today, he is going to accomplish what none of his ancestors had ever done.

The clock struck nine.

He began his final prayer.

The sun had peeked in through the various gaps in the sanctuary, but it had failed to reach the deepest darkness.

As the last 'Amen' fell, he quickly drew a dark triangle.

At that moment, the doors of the sanctuary were slowly pushed open.

He slowly turned around and looked at the spot where the sunlight streamed in, where the leaders of the Royal Capital Mafia were stepping into this sacred place that once symbolized power and glory, one after another.

They didn't know that this place might become their final burial ground today.

(End of this chapter)