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“That makes sense, you’re still so young.” An Xin nodded. “I wonder if the courts in Syracuse have been infiltrated by families, and if so, by how much.”

"Is this... serious?" Texas really didn't understand. Her life used to be very simple: eating, sleeping, and fighting. She lived the same life every day under the arrangement of her family.

"It's very serious. Although the courts are not fair and just most of the time, when ordinary people encounter problems, the police station and the courts are the only places in their hearts where justice can be upheld."

If this responsibility is abandoned, and the people lose trust in these two institutions, then another place that upholds justice will inevitably emerge, and I don't want that place to be the mafia.

An Xin explained to her, recalling certain scenes from The Godfather, and he sighed slightly.

The people have problems, and the problem is solved by the mafia. This kind of problem only occurs when government institutions are incomplete.

Syracuse’s first reform began with the police force, aiming to at least gain the people’s trust in them.

Or at least trust him.

An Xin got up and led Texas to the interrogation room, where they met the police officers who were interrogating her.

"How's the situation? Have you confessed everything? If you confess honestly, you'll be more comfortable in prison."

The first half of the sentence was addressed to the police officers, and the second half was addressed to Gambino.

Texas handed him a chair, and Anxin sat down. When Gambino saw him arrive, he had a disdainful smile on his lips.

"You're just a lowly cop, how dare you go against us? Do you know who's behind me?"

"A junior police officer? The file says you're brainless, like to solve problems with violence, and aren't even that capable. I didn't believe it then, but now I do."

An Xin sat up straight. "You don't have to confess, but we have witnesses and physical evidence. See you in court this afternoon. I'm sure you'll be eating jail food soon."

"You...you really think I'll be sent to jail?" Gambino slammed his fist on the table, the handcuffs clanging against the surface.

That's a matter for the courts.

An Xin paused for a moment, "If the court doesn't give me justice, I..."

"Forget it, why should I say so much to a criminal like you? Just confess honestly and try to get leniency."

He got up and left the interrogation room.

Texas caught up and asked, "Chief, if the court cannot give him justice, what are you prepared to do?"

“I originally wanted to say that I would help him be fair, but then I thought better of it.”

An Xin walked ahead, while Texas followed closely behind, half a step behind him.

"If I really did that, how would I be any different from the Mafia?"

I cannot use my fairness and justice to judge a person; that's a matter for the law. At present, I can only arrest criminals and take the evidence to court.

I still have time, there's no need to rush.

“I see.” Texas nodded.

"By the way, I already told you, you don't need to call me clan leader. I have nothing to do with the Mafia. I'm just entrusted by Madame Sicily to take care of you, little girl. If you want to call me brother, then call me brother. If you don't like it and feel that I'm taking advantage of you, then call me teacher or master."

An Xin used to work at the police station and had to follow his master. He never imagined that after so many years, he would be able to train apprentices.

I really miss it.

Actually, there's a chance to go back.

He's still quite willing to go back.

Master, parents, colleagues.

However, life in Terra wasn't bad either, with Talulah, Warfarin...

An Xin didn't have time to wallow in self-pity; in just a moment, she suppressed those thoughts.

The work continued into the afternoon.

The internal procedures at the Syracuse court are actually much more complex than this; there is a lot of work to be done before the trial begins, so An Xin was just there to visit her colleagues.

An ordinary office,

The judge who received him was named Lavinia Falcone, also a member of the Rupo tribe, and she exuded an air of elitism.

She had captivating golden eyes, and her judge's uniform paired with black over-the-knee socks created a unique beauty. She held a book in her right hand, her expression a mix of indifference and complexity.

"The police? The Sicilian always likes to play this game of double-dealing. The police system is actually very fragile. If you had noticed this, you should have left sooner. The police should be abolished soon."

"Hmm? What does that mean?" An Xin asked in return.

“You look about my age. Could you not be from Syracuse? And this guy, too, it seems you’re not. You don’t know, the police are an experiment that’s been around for the last two years. Syracuse didn’t have a police system before. The courts are just a continuation of the Sicilian’s will.”

Judge Lavinia whispered, "I know you have a relationship with Madame Sicily, but it's best to stay away from the police system. Who knows, one day the police will all be purged."

"You're telling me all this to someone you just met? Do you trust me that much?"

An Xin was a little puzzled, but smiled and said, "I can feel your good intentions, Judge Lavinia, but everyone needs to have ideals. Don't you have any ideals?"

“I do, and that’s why I’m advising you.” Judge Lavinia shook her head. “You’ve just arrived in Syracuse, haven’t you? Even from a distance, I can feel your fairness and justice, Officer Anxin.”

This kind of justice and fairness might make you live a good life in other countries, but not in Syracuse. I don't want to see you die a horrible death in the streets one day.

"How can you be so sure?" An Xin asked.

“You’ve threatened the family’s interests. They’re a bunch of lunatics who’ll drive their cars into the courthouse on the day of the trial. Even if you have a relationship with Madame Sicily, you’ll still die.”

Lavinia had heard about Anxin's deeds last night; in this city, anything spreads quickly through families.

Her family also has a presence behind her.

After learning what An Xin had done, she admired the young man; he had done what she wanted to do.

Lavinia was equally afraid. Even with her family's backing, she wouldn't dare to act so arrogantly. Why was An Xin so fierce?

That's why I'm offering kind advice today.

An Xin is a muscular man who is 1.95 meters tall, yet he was worried about by a little girl.

He laughed loudly: "You mean family? It's fine. Sooner or later, I will put them in prison and make Syracuse a country ruled by law. The police system will not be abolished and will become the strongest ally of the courts."

"You?" Lavinia opened her mouth slightly, too shocked to speak.

too naive.

That's incredibly naive.

She glanced at Texas standing behind An Xin. Because he had changed into a police uniform, there were no obvious Texas family insignia on his body.

Otherwise, Lavinia would think that all of this was a struggle between the Texas family and other families.

She could understand An Xin's ideals because she was also striving for them.

But not this kind of strenuous effort.

Within three days, An Xin will inevitably be assassinated by her family.

How can I persuade him?

An Xin seemed to see her concerns and said, "You said that the law is the continuation of Madame Sicily's will. Actually, I also have a relationship with Madame Sicily, but that bit of affection has long been used up."

I have no intention of overthrowing Madame Sicily; I simply want to make this country a better place.

The public need not fear; the people are prosperous, society is stable, and there will be no instances of the Mafia committing murders in the streets.

"How is this possible? Do you know what you're saying? Do you think I don't want to see this kind of life? But do you think you alone can shake the twelve families?"

No, no, I got emotional. I'm sorry, I hope you can stop being so impulsive.

Lavinia calmed down from her agitation, her tone shifting from intense to calm.

The main reason is that when she heard An Xin talk about the future, it was as if she saw her former self.

But what is she doing now?

Those futures, those expectations, those visions... she couldn't achieve them, but she heard them from An Xin.

It's inevitable to get excited.

Moreover, she was genuinely worried about An Xin's well-being.

Lavinia took a deep breath and glanced at Texas. "Do you think she can protect you?"

"Why do you think that? You think she's protecting me? If a fight breaks out, I'll have to protect her too."

An Xin rested her chin on her hand.

Actually, he was a little dissatisfied with his growth rate, but he hadn't thought about using points yet, and didn't have a good solution for the time being.

He wasn't here today to discuss his ideals with this beautiful female judge, but rather to talk about Gambino.

He countered, "The reason I'm here today is simple: I want to see fairness and justice in the Gambino case. Everyone says Judge Lavinia has a good reputation, and I'd like you to give me an answer."

With all the witnesses and physical evidence, is it really that difficult for me to go to jail for the entire Gambino family?

The air was deathly still.

"I hope my belief can continue, but I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

I want to tell you, it's difficult.

Miss Lavinia noticed the disappointment in An Xin's eyes, and she lowered her head in shame.

A person who temporarily bows to reality encounters someone who refuses to bow to reality.

"I'm sorry, but unless Madame Sicily expels the Gambino family, judges can't really resolve family cases. Often, trials happen within the family, not in the courtroom."