Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 7 [Sleepless Tonight]

Velen still couldn't believe it.

He couldn't help but look at Anya's face again.

Even though he knew Anya would never lie.

This is his most proud disciple, who is as cold and precise as a machine, and has absolutely no thoughts or ideas of his own except for executing orders.

But he still...

"I have to make a phone call," he said finally.

"Go ahead." Ethan knew what he meant and didn't stop him.

The news of Joan's assassination should have swept through Winster's underground world like a storm, just like when his father was assassinated.

By tomorrow morning, everyone will know that the last scion of the Porretta family has returned, bringing blood and fire.

He moved freely around the converted shooting range.

Through the knowledge brought by authority, he knew very well how professionally this shooting range was built.

He also saw that the wall next to the lantern was covered with all kinds of guns.

It's like a small armory.

"Anya, do you know the name?"

Anya can be trusted.

"Name?" Anya was a little confused, but immediately thought of something and nodded. "I've heard a little, but I don't know much. Master, did you inherit Al's name?"

"Tell me later." Ethan didn't answer, just said this.

He continued looking at the guns on the wall and soon noticed a problem.

There were rifles and pistols on the wall, but no submachine guns like the ones he was familiar with.

He then traced back to the authority he had gained in his name, and found that he had no knowledge of firearms in this area.

Could it be that submachine guns have not been invented yet in this world?

At this time, footsteps were heard. It was Velen who came back. He almost ran back and was obviously extremely excited.

"Master! Master Ethan!" He couldn't help but shout excitedly as he walked down the stairs.

"You actually killed Joan! That son of a bitch! How did you do it?!"

His face was red, and he looked drunk in the dim light of the wine cellar.

"Because I inherited the family name."

Ethan slowly raised his left hand, revealing the emblem on his ring finger that was covered in black mud and thorns.

Seeing the emblem, Velen stopped and his expression became serious and solemn. He tidied his hair and straightened his collar, and finally walked humbly and slowly to Ethan.

He grabbed Ethan's left hand and bent down to kiss the emblem. This was an ancient Mafia tradition. If a person was willing to be loyal to the leader of the family, he would kiss the family emblem to show his submission.

"Will you pledge your loyalty and blood to me, Velen?"

"Yes, Your Excellency."

"very good."

For a moment, Ethan felt that his "Name of the True God" moved slightly again, as if it had eaten and digested something and grown stronger.

The killing of Joan was like a strong wind that swept through everyone's hearts, and also made Ethan undoubtedly sit firmly in the position of head of the Pauletta family.

Even if he didn't have the emblem on his hand, Velen would still be willing to kiss his hand.

"Master, what should we do next? There are seventeen of us in the Velen Tavern, including me. I trained all of them. They are very skilled in martial arts and marksmanship. Should we seize the opportunity to raid Cabreya's lair?"

Velen's face was flushed as if he had drunk old wine, and he was as passionate as a young man, but his attitude was very respectful.

"No, Veron, don't worry. I need to know more information about Cabrera. After Joan's death, who will take his place? Fred?" Ethan had been there for too short a time and the information he had received was seriously insufficient.

"Fred, that damned traitor!" Velen gritted his teeth at the mention of the name. "He's very powerful, but his last name isn't Cabreya after all. Joan has a younger brother, Palen, who should be the successor to the leadership. However, Palen is a loser addicted to alcohol and sex. Cabreya has only been rising for ten years and has no foundation. Fred has taken away many elite members from the family. I'm afraid he will become the master in the end."

Having said that, Velen fell silent. After a while, he spoke again.

"Master, Qiao An just died tonight, and Cabreya will definitely be on high alert. I'd better go and help you notify the other family leaders, hold a meeting tonight, and gather strength before the battle."

"No." Ethan shook his head and said, "It's tonight, Velen. You just said that all your men are very skilled and good with guns. Can they die for their family?"

"Of course." Velen straightened his chest when he heard this, and even his hunched back seemed to be less bent. "They are ready to sacrifice their lives for Pauletta at any time. In fact, we are already planning to do so tonight."

"Very good, we'll leave in fifteen minutes." Ethan glanced at Anya and said, "Anya, go and notify all the family leaders in my name. There will be a meeting at the company at nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

The Pauletta family also has a legitimate business, which is the Pauletta Venture Capital Company.

Hearing this order, Velen paused, thought for a moment, and then quickly left.

Fifteen minutes later, Ethan was back in the Klaus Lance.

Anya was driving, and there were only the two of them in the car. Velen and the others followed in another car, heading towards the Cabrera family's lair.

"You can tell me about Ming now." Ethan said slowly, looking at the night outside the car window, which was still not much darker.

His heart was very calm, extremely calm. If someone had told him a day ago that he would take the risk of killing someone one night and continue the risky raid even though he knew that the other party was on guard, he would definitely think that person was talking about a fairy tale.

But now he is doing something that seems like a fairy tale.

He didn't know if it was the influence of his authority, or if he was actually such a person and just hadn't noticed it before. Apart from the initial frantic heartbeat, he had now completely adapted to this dark and bloodthirsty life, and even enjoyed it a little bit.

Closing his eyes, he could smell the strong smell of alcohol in the air, and the singing, laughing, crying and shouting floating in the distance were clearer than before.

Prohibition is probably going to start tomorrow, and people are reluctant to part with the god of wine, so they choose to party all night long and not let the night end.

"Name... actually, it should be a true name." Anya looked at the road ahead and spoke. "People in the Old World call it the name bestowed by God, the grace of God. People in the New World either despise and fear it, denouncing it as witchcraft and evil, or are obsessed with it and call it the True Name, the real name, the name of origin. Possessing it allows one to see the truth of the world."

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