While in America, the system says Roosevelt was an emperor.

After a morning, the reporters' understanding of the Corleone family was completely wrong.

Especially at crucial moments, Tom would occasionally offer "kind" reminders or add a few words of advice.

Under the influence of various factors, the Corleone family became, in the eyes of journalists, community protectors who resisted the irrationality of the system.

Mike followed along the way, growing more and more anxious as he watched!

No matter what Mike said or did, he couldn't produce any evidence of the Corleone family's crimes.

On the contrary, the neighbors expressed their gratitude one after another.

The reporters only believed what they saw and simply took Mike's nonsense.

Over time, Mike began to doubt himself, thinking to himself:

That shouldn't be happening!

Could it be that the Corleone family is actually a charitable organization?

Was his own father, Vito, also a good neighbor in the community?

Mike's judgment was correct; the Corleone family was indeed a wicked mafia.

But there's no way around it; compared to the American government, the Corleone family is truly "good people."

At least they won't arrest community residents to conduct drug allergy tests, recruit suicide squads, or use them as guinea pigs for biological weapons...

The residents of the nearby community genuinely trust the Corleone family more than the U.S. government.

When lunchtime arrived, Tom walked up to everyone and said:

"Gentlemen, I'm sure you all have your own definition of the nature of the Mafia."

"Personally, I believe the essence of the Mafia is to fill the power vacuum left by the government, interfering in people and matters that the government doesn't."

"It is the product of spontaneous resistance by the people under an unreasonable government system."

Tom paused for a few seconds on purpose, giving everyone time to reflect and ponder.

Everyone present was a top student from a leading American university. After a moment's thought, their eyes lit up as they looked at Tom.

Influenced by a morning of misinformation, they took Tom's words too seriously.

The US has a Mafia, it's all the US government's fault!

If the American government hadn't discriminated against Italian immigrants, Vito Corleone wouldn't have founded the Corleone family!

If the U.S. government hadn't enacted Prohibition, the Corleone family wouldn't have become so powerful!

In short, it's all the government's fault!

Led by Anna, everyone burst into enthusiastic applause!

They truly understand applause.

But Carl and Mike hesitated when they clapped.

Mike didn't believe the Corleone family were truly good people;

Carl, on the other hand, was dissatisfied with the current interview results.

Carl is looking for sensational stories, to create a big news story!

What's so sensational about a mafia family actually being community guardians?

Seeing their expressions, Tom instantly guessed what they were thinking and continued:

"Everyone, next, I will take you to see it."

"The territory of the victorious gang in this bloody conflict—the Blood Lion Gang."

"Let me clarify first, the Blood Lion Gang is not as polite as the Corleone family."

"So, if you're afraid of danger, don't come along."

Tom's words were a strategic retreat.

As expected, after Tom's provocation, Anna immediately stood up with a resolute expression and responded:

"Mr. Tom!"

"What does my life matter if the truth can be revealed?"

"From the moment I became a journalist, I was ready to dedicate myself to journalism!"

The other reporters nodded in agreement, looking at Tom with solemn expressions of self-sacrifice.

Tom returned their gaze with the same look, as if resonating with them.

But in Tom's mind, he thought to himself:

They're such a bunch of silly hothouse flowers, but I like them.

I, Tom, admire your kind of spirit, this unblemished, untroubled spirit.

Upon hearing this, Karl's eyes also began to light up, and he thought to himself:

The big news I've been waiting for has finally arrived!

Mike hesitated for a moment, then decided to follow.

There were still three Studebaker luxury cars, but this time there was an extra Mike, making it fourteen people.

So Mike joined the group of male reporters, glaring fiercely at Tom.

They watched as Tom was helped into the back seat of a car by two female reporters, one on each side.

Tom's pained (and miserable) expression made their teeth grind together.

After driving for more than ten minutes, the group arrived near the Blood Lion Gang's stronghold, and the demeanor of the residents along the roadside had completely changed.

Indeed, he was surrounded by learned scholars and had no dealings with uncultured people.

Although the United States granted adult Black men the right to vote after the Civil War, racial segregation to varying degrees persisted in different regions.

For example, in New York City, the segregation measures were relatively lenient, with only some white neighborhoods where Black people were not allowed to enter;

In other areas, both Black and White people can enter.

It's simply that some places have more Black people than others;

In the southern regions of the United States, the quarantine measures were extremely strict.

Black and white communities do not interfere with each other; the two areas are like two parallel lines that never intersect.

Many Black people looked at the Stipunk team with incredibly complex expressions:

Jealousy, envy, greed, hatred...

Tom directed the car to stop in front of a Black family-run restaurant.

At Tom's suggestion, everyone decided to go in for lunch.

The moment I got off the bus, all the black people in the vicinity turned to look at me.

Many Black people gathered around, curious to see what these white people who had come to the Black neighborhood were up to.

After all, they were a group of young people who hadn't graduated for very long, and many of them had already started to blush and lower their heads, not daring to look up and make eye contact with others.

Tom, however, acted as if nothing had happened, leading the group toward the Black restaurant.

As soon as the restaurant door opened, the waiters wiping the tables stopped immediately when they saw Tom and his group.

They never expected that a white person would come to this restaurant.

At this moment, a Black female server came up and addressed the crowd:

"Are you all tourists who have come to New York from afar?"

"Is this your first time here, or is it a newcomer?"

"Didn't you guys watch the white version of 'Going Out to Eat'?"

"We don't serve white people here."

"It's not just our shop, the whole street is like this. You should go eat somewhere else."

At this point, more and more Black people gathered, and their gazes became increasingly hostile.

Tom took off his trench coat and handed it to Ana beside him, revealing four weapons at his waist—

Two Colt M1911 pistols, two Thompson submachine guns;

In addition, there were a dozen or so magazines carried on his waist.

This scene silenced many of the Black people who were itching to act.

Tom, however, maintained a friendly expression and raised his voice to reply to the Black woman:

"Beautiful lady, I am a low-level civil servant in the United States."

"Do you know why I, a Yale Law School student, am working as a low-level civil servant?"

Tom's good looks worked their magic again. Upon hearing "beautiful lady," the Black woman disregarded what Tom was saying and immediately countered with a question:

"Why is that?"