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Chapter 191 My spear has been dulled by the heavy rain.
To be honest, Luca was quite surprised by this. The police were really going all out this time, actually arresting the white-haired guy. Although it was just detention and there was no court verdict, bail was temporarily suspended.

When Colin called, his tone was very certain, "It's most likely the French betrayed the white man! The police and the French have teamed up!"

"Are you sure?" Luca said with a smile. "Don't forget that Dickman has a mole within the league, and according to your previous deductions, Dickman likely has more than one mole. What if one of the moles betrayed the white-haired guy?"

Colin felt it was a tricky situation, the most troublesome thing being that Dickman had an undercover agent within the gang, and he didn't even know who the agent was or what their status was.

He asked, "Old Pigeon, will this affect your plans?"

Luca pondered for a moment and said, "First, help me find out what exactly happened between Dickman and the Frenchman. I need to know who Dickman's mole is."

This was the only thing that puzzled Luca; he only knew that Billy was an undercover agent, but he didn't know who else was involved.

Some uncontrollable factors should be removed from the pot in advance, lest one bad apple spoil the whole bunch.

On the night Bai Mao was arrested, William secretly met with Luca to discuss "rescuing" Bai Mao.

The two met at Luca's villa.

“My brother has been betrayed!” William was absolutely certain. “The police are taking a very tough stance right now. They’re determined to drag this out until the election before releasing my brother, thus depriving him of the opportunity to run for league chairman.”

This is an open conspiracy by the police, it's obvious. Luca asked, "Does your brother know who betrayed him?"

“I don’t know.” William shook his head. “Your gang betrayed your comrades to the authorities, isn’t that a major taboo? The Mafia has a rule of silence, right? Once betrayal is discovered, the consequences are severe.”

It seems there are indeed other undercover agents or moles besides Billy. Luca narrowed his eyes. Getting caught up in these details would only be a waste of brainpower. He just needed to see who would benefit the most in the end. Luca wanted to support a puppet, and so did the police. The only question was whether the two sides would make the same choice regarding this puppet.

Luca said with a troubled expression, "I'll try to figure something out. The police have gathered a lot of evidence this time, so it won't be easy for your brother to get out."

William's eyes were dark as he pondered other possible solutions.

If Luca can't help, then I'll have to find someone else.

For example, the FBI.

He and his brother have a good friend who works in the FBI, and that friend has been trying to take down the Angelo family in the North.

William sighed. If all else failed, he would have to get his brother into the FBI's witness protection program and betray the North Side Mafia in exchange for political asylum from the FBI.

That way, they can get their brother out of the police's hands.

He dared not tell Luca about this; these Mafia members hated the FBI's witness protection program the most.
He avoided that topic and brought up another issue.

Regarding the corrupt practices of the majority party leader.

“Pigeon, don’t you have a grudge against the Russians?” William said. “Now I have an opportunity regarding the blackmail and prostitution scandal involving the Democratic leader in Massachusetts. Those Russians have provided him with quite a few child prostitutes.”

Luca squinted at William, thinking to himself, "You and your brother are essentially the same kind of people, except you don't kill people like your brother does."

If he remembered correctly, the majority leader in the original story was imprisoned for extortion—a crime similar to that of Jimmy Hoffa at the time. Their targets weren't small vendors, but large corporations. They used various means to threaten these companies, such as strikes and targeted legislation, to extract more terms and benefits from them.

After the Democratic leader was imprisoned, Williams took over the leader's power as an aide, thus rising to the top in one fell swoop.
“Give me the information and intelligence, and I’ll figure out a way to deal with them,” Luca said with a smile.

This night.

A coffee shop in the South District.

Robert came here as usual, sat down, ordered a coffee, and started reading. Only this time, he changed the book; it wasn't *The Old Man and the Sea* anymore, but *Don Quixote*.

While reading, he would occasionally look up and observe the bar.

Not long after, a sexy-looking girl arrived at the coffee shop. The two chatted as usual, discussing their dreams.

But there's always someone who wants to disturb the pleasant atmosphere.

An untimely, piercing horn blared outside the shop, and at the same time, the girl's phone screen lit up—it was Slavie calling.

The girl's face stiffened, and she reluctantly answered the phone.

“You have guests,” Slavi urged.

"I don't want to answer. Can't you find someone else?"

"He specifically wants you!" Slavie urged impatiently. "Hurry up! Don't keep him waiting too long!"

The girl sighed, hung up the phone, fixed her makeup, and said goodbye to Robert.

Robert noticed her reluctance and, feeling pity for her, advised, "If you don't want to go, you don't have to."

The girl glanced at the cars on the street, then at the Don Quixote in Robert's hand, pushed open the door, and forced a pale smile. "This is a world without knights, isn't it? This is my world."

Robert wanted to say that there are actually a few Dark Knights in this world.

Just then, a young man walked in from outside. "Although there are no knights in this world, there are still people willing to put on tattered armor, pick up lances dulled by the heavy rain, and ride rusty warhorses."

The man was dressed in black, with a gentle smile on his face. He was tall. The girl swore she had never seen such a handsome and charismatic man before.

She involuntarily took a step back, and Luca took the opportunity to walk in and close the glass door.

The girl stared blankly at Luca. Although it was their first meeting, she felt a stronger sense of security in him than in Robert.

The phone rang again in the girl's hand, urging her to answer. Before she could answer, Luca reached out and took the phone.

"The guests are getting impatient!" "I am Luca."

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Slavie was silent for a moment, then said, "Hey Pigeon, what the hell are you trying to do? You've got your eye on one of my women?"

"This girl has nothing to do with you anymore."

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Slavie fell silent again. "Pigeon, she won't do. I can find you other women!"

"I want her."

"Tonight, only tonight!"

Slavi said in a deep voice, "Luca, I'm giving you face, but don't try to push your luck! She knows exactly what she's doing. You can't keep her; she's mine! I'll send someone to pick her up tomorrow!"

After saying that, Slavi hung up the phone.

Luca handed the phone back to the girl. "You're free tonight."

You have temporarily protected a juvenile prostitute from being tortured by a customer.

[Gain Skill Points x4]

[Gained 2 Skill Fragments]

[Remaining Skill Fragments: 244]

A panel flashed before my eyes: Card D, the girl's name was Elena.

The cars and the Russians drove away. Elena, holding her phone, looked nervously into Luca's deep eyes. "Thank you. Do you know Slavi?"

"As you can see, the relationship isn't very good."

Luca shrugged, naturally found an empty seat, and beckoned Elena over for a chat.

What he wanted to know was simple: which child prostitutes the majority leader had contact with, and what strange fetishes he had.

After learning about it, I left.

As she left, she smiled and greeted Robert, "What a coincidence, do you live around here?"

Robert nodded politely. "I come here occasionally for coffee; it's quite good."

Luca: "Then I'll definitely come here more often in the future."

After Luca left, Elena sat back down next to Robert and asked curiously, "Do you know Luca?"

"I've met you once before."

Robert, unwilling to explain his relationship with Luca, asked with concern, "Did Luca want to see you about something?"

He was worried that Luca would drag Elena into some kind of mess.

Elena thought for a moment and only mentioned what Luca had done for her that evening, "...He helped me out of a predicament tonight and gave me a night of freedom."

She explained what had happened, smiled, and said, "Now I take back what I said before. There are tall and handsome knights in this world, although their appearances are rather brief."

Robert quickly analyzed the situation in his mind. According to some intelligence provided by the CIA, Luca knew Slavie and had a business conflict with him. But what use would it be for him to find Slavie's prostitutes?
"One night of freedom?" Robert asked, puzzled.

“That’s enough, I’m very satisfied,” Elena said optimistically. “At least tonight we can sit here and chat for a while longer, and listen to music.”

Looking at the faint light in the girl's eyes, Robert couldn't help but feel moved. At least Luca was willing to stand up and fight for her freedom for one night. What could he do?

Robert thought to himself, Luca had helped him before by dealing with those corrupt cops who were extorting protection money, so he should help him out in return by helping this poor girl in front of him. She should pursue her musical dreams instead of succumbing to the desires of men.

You too can become a knight.

It's time to go and "have a chat" with Slavi.

The next day, at night.

Inside a bar and restaurant in the North District.

Robert disguised himself and blended in.

This news was quickly relayed to Luca through Lyon.

"The Russians are doomed."

Luca crossed out Slavie's photo, and after that, it was Pushkin's turn and the Russian gangs throughout the Boston area.

Although the plot involves the butterfly effect, Robert's sense of justice and compassion remain unchanged.

Local evil forces will be wiped out one by one.

(End of this chapter)