American variety show: The Godfather, the Peace Ambassador, what the heck?

Chapter 229 Faster Cars
The high-speed race was a lively and exciting event.

Luca and Beatrice arrived at a campervan selling cold drinks, sat under a parasol, and pondered Beatrice's decision to leave the high table while drinking.

Procedurally speaking, the 12 seats at the High Table have a moderate amount of power to decide whether an assassin stays or leaves. The so-called price is simply that the High Table members don't want to let someone go easily; it doesn't necessarily mean paying a price, such as Master Ye losing his eyesight or Night Demon having to complete an impossible mission.

Did you think that by blinding him, Master Ye would be powerless and no longer a threat to the High Table? He can still take on ten people at once.

Now that Beatrice wants to withdraw, Luca has the ability to "guarantee" her withdrawal. Even though he is not yet the chairman of the committee and has not yet sat at the high table, with his current power and the few people standing behind him, deciding the fate of an assassin is not difficult.

The only problem is that Beatrice isn't one of his people, but rather an assassin for the Deadly Serpent, much like Nightmare is still killing people for Tarasov.

Their relationship is one of authority within the organization, and has nothing to do with whether Luca is a friend or not.

“I need a reason.” Luca stared at Beatrice. “I can’t vouch for you and let you leave the High Table’s jurisdiction for no reason. First, you have to tell me why you want to leave the organization.”

Night Demon did it for his wife, Master Ye did it for his daughter Luca, and they all knew that Beatrice did it for their unborn child.

“I’m tired of it.” Beatrice’s eyes were filled with weariness. “When I was learning martial arts in China, Master White Eyebrows taught me a word: cause and effect. When martial artists fight with others, those who kill will be killed in return. Most of the assassins I’ve seen have only one ending: they are killed by others.”

I'm tired of this constant anxiety and just want a peaceful, ordinary life.

Luca simply smiled faintly after hearing Beatrice's words.

As a fellow assassin, Luca knew this profession all too well. The grudges and entanglements of the underworld, where killing was the only way to stop the violence, were like a giant net; once you were in, it wasn't so easy to leave.

Perhaps lone wolves like Beatrice still have a chance to leave, but leaders like Luca have no way out.

He was sailing an ever-growing ship, with many different kinds of passengers on board. Everyone had different purposes in mind, and no matter if their destinations were the same, none of them wanted the ship to be destroyed.

Luca is the navigator.

"Does Bill know about this?" Luca continued to ask. "You're with Deadly Viper, yet you seek help from outsiders instead of Bill."

Beatrice shook her head: "No one knows Bill better than me. He won't let me leave. And the reason I'm asking you for help is largely because of Al."

"El suggested you ask me for help?"

"No, it's El who has changed."

Beatrice couldn't help but feel a little envious when she thought about Al's carefree life over the past few years. The one-eyed woman had gradually broken free from Bill's mental control. Apart from some assassin missions, she never "stood out" in the organization and was always doing what she loved.

Assassins are supposed to be free and unrestrained, but Bill was used to manipulating the women around him and controlling them mentally.

Beatrice only realized this because she was pregnant, but she wasn't quite sure how El had come to this realization, though she suspected it was related to the man in front of her.

“El is living a happier and more carefree life than before, and I envy her lifestyle.”

"She hasn't given up on being an assassin."

"Everyone has different pursuits, and perhaps this is the life that El wants right now."

Beatrice's long golden hair shimmered in the sunlight, but Luca sensed a sense of dejection in her tone.

Although Luca knew the original plot, the details of Beatrice's pregnancy, retreat, and hiding were all glossed over. The original plot was purely a revenge story, a brutal fight-and-run.

Beatrice nearly wiped out all members of the Deadly Viper organization, including El and Oren Ishii; they were all dead.

But given the current situation, Luca believes that at least El and Ishii Oren can escape the cycle of the original plot. As for the other assassins, he is not familiar with them and doesn't care.

Beatrice: "Since you can help El, you can also help me."

Luca thought to himself that he hadn't really helped El much; he had been subtly influenced by the club's atmosphere. It seemed that the Silver Queen's aura and his own could also help him break free from mental brainwashing.

Seeing Luca thinking, Beatrice continued, "If you can help me get rid of the organization and the High Table, I can teach you all of Whitebrow's secret techniques."

Luca thought to himself that he had gained another SSR card that he was supposed to protect.

He thought for a moment and said, "Why don't you stay here for now? Let me think about how I can help you."

If all else fails, then I'll have to lead a group myself to "kill Bill."

As for the High Table, Luca will have to figure out a way to utilize his connections within the committee.

Beatrice, hearing that Luca was willing to help her, touched her stomach and said gratefully, "Thank you."

[Bond: Follow]

Meanwhile, Vincent and Jack, along with several plainclothes police officers, mingled in various corners of the stadium, observing the situation.

They had discovered the Korean man who recruited the drivers. Every time a driver finished a race, that guy would rush up and chat with them. What they talked about was unknown, but after observing around, Vincent did find quite a few drivers with criminal records.

These drivers had committed crimes such as speeding, robbery, and assault; there was plenty of information about them in the police station.

Vincent ordered his men to collect this information, and they quickly gathered quite a bit.

Among them was information about Toreto, whose criminal record was clearly written; he had been imprisoned for intentional assault, an indelible stain.

The information includes not only criminal records but also family details.

It shows that Toreto's father had died, but Toreto also had a younger brother and sister.

Jack said, "His sister was also at the competition, and we took some photos."

Vincent took the photos taken in the open from Jack—there were many photographers taking photos and videos on site.

He observed carefully and asked, "Only his sister, where's his brother?"

“I didn’t see him.” Jack shook his head. “He doesn’t seem to be there.”

Vincent flipped through the files again. Besides Toretto's gang, there were quite a few criminals, such as Triad members, and even a photo of Luca. Vincent, the pigeon, looked puzzled. How come he kept running into this guy everywhere?
The GTR was fixed so quickly?
Vincent glanced at Toretto's photo again and asked, "I remember Luca's car was modified by Toretto, right?"

Jack nodded.

Vincent pondered the relationship between them for a while, then said, "Keep a close eye on Toretto and his men, don't let them disappear from our sight!"

He knew very well that Luca was also secretly investigating these motorcycle thieves, so what did Luca mean by approaching Toretto's gang?

Was it just for repairing a car? He believed it wasn't that simple; these gangsters sometimes had more intelligence and leads than the police.

Since Torreto and Luca are connected, let's keep an eye on this guy first.

As night fell, the high-speed race, which had been bustling all day, became even more chaotic, with all sorts of open-air parties reaching a fever pitch. Sports cars would drive together, forming a circle, and that was a party.

Sexy babes are everywhere, and the air is thick with hormones throughout the Mohabi Desert.

Luca was invited by Giselle to a party, where the two shared cans of beer.

"Luca, you're not a local from Los Angeles, are you?"

Gisele and Luca leaned against the front of the GTR. The sexy woman had her hair tied in a high ponytail and was wearing only a tank top, showing off her sexy figure.

“I’m from New York,” Luca said. “I heard Los Angeles is the racing capital, so I came here specifically to participate in the high-speed race and experience the racing atmosphere here.”

How did you feel after the experience?

"It was alright, but I didn't encounter many drivers who could put pressure on me."

"I," Giselle stared at the handsome profile in front of her, hesitated for a moment, and finally decided not to invite Luca to deliver goods for Braga. Firstly, he didn't seem to be short of money, and secondly, Giselle didn't want to see him go to his death.

Gisele knew very well that being a driver for Braga was a dead end; Braga would discard those drivers after they had served their purpose and squeezed them dry.

All the missing drivers died on the Mexican border.

How could someone like "Braga" possibly trust these drivers recruited from outside so much, given how well he conceals his identity?
Seeing Luca's questioning gaze, Gisele laughed and said, "I've come to realize you're probably just an amateur driver, right? This isn't your profession."

"And what about you? Are you a professional?"

"Want to know?"

"Ah."

"follow me."

Giselle winked at Luca and led him into the party dance floor.

"Can you dance?"

"of course."

Should I spend 50 skill fragments to learn "Enchanting Tango"?

【whether】

Yes!
[Skill Fragment -50]

[Skill added]

[Remaining Skill Fragments: 478]

This little skill comes from the governor; dancing with someone of the opposite sex can increase the efficiency of improving favorability. Luca hadn't found it very useful until today.

After the two embraced, Giselle suddenly felt that the man in front of her was even more attractive, her heart was beating faster, and she even had a restless urge to merge into his body.

Is it because you just drank alcohol?

Gisele was unaware that as she stared at the man before her, swaying her body with his steps, their skin rubbed against each other, their breaths mingling face to face. Gisele smelled a captivating masculine scent, not of sweat or smoke, but an indescribable aroma that made her body involuntarily heat up, her blood rush, and her long legs tense even more.

huh~~~
Giselle took a deep breath and looked up into the unfathomable eyes of the man before her. At that moment, she finally understood that she had lost to him in terms of attraction between men and women.

"follow me."

Giselle eagerly grabbed Luca's wrist and pulled him away from the dance floor, leading him to a campervan.

She pulled Luca into the car, hooked her long legs around the door, and kissed him, her arms around his neck.

Want to experience a faster, bumpier ride?

Meanwhile, Brian was still keeping an eye on Torreto and his group, observing their unusual behavior.

Before the party was over, Toretto left with a few of his brothers. Mia followed them, but Toretto pushed her away.

Seeing the siblings arguing, Brian waited until Toretto left before rushing over to comfort Mia, "What happened? Where did your brother and the others go?"

Mia was somewhat flustered: "I don't know."

"Stop pretending! Do you two argue every time your brother drives away?"

Brian was anxious. If his brother went to steal again, he would definitely not escape Old Pigeon's grasp this time.

That's suicide!

"Where would your brother go in the middle of the night?" Brian grabbed Mia's hand. "Is it related to the truck? Tell me, is it?"

Upon hearing this, Mia looked at Brian with surprise.

How did he know?
(End of this chapter)