I'm in the Ark, a player.

Qin Tianling happened to sense that shared feeling from this group of people.

This place is practically a hidden gang stronghold!

"Hello, is Mr. Roberto Ferrari here? There is a package for him here."

Exusiai, who was standing to the side, asked,

She had a vague feeling that this was not an ordinary restaurant, or rather, not a typical Syracuse restaurant.

The people here feel somewhat like they do in Texas.

This is practically the family stronghold of the Syracuse mafia!

When did this kind of restaurant appear in Lungmen?

That guy from Texas didn't tell me either!

"Mr. Roberto Ferrari's package!?"

One of them stood up, his expression clearly showing surprise.

His gaze swept back and forth between Qin Tianling and Exusiai, as if weighing something or pondering something, before he continued,

"Please wait a moment while I contact Mr. Roberto."

He walked straight to the back door, pushed it open, and disappeared into the light outside.

He returned shortly afterward, his expression unchanged, but his voice was a bit deeper than before.

"Mr. Roberto said he has no packages recently."

"No package, right?"

"It's possible that someone sent it to him unilaterally?"

Qin Tianling spoke up,

This was expected.

"Yes, Mr. Roberto has taken that into consideration, which is why he allows you to bring gifts to see him."

Just in case there's anything wrong with the gifts, you'll need to come with us.

Another point is that Mr. Roberto Ferrari wants to see you.

At this point, his subordinate looked at Qin Tianling.

"See me?"

"Because I've heard so much about you, I'm very interested."

By the way, you can't bring weapons in.

This is for Mr. Roberto Ferrari's safety; please understand.

"Maybe they're just trying to trick us into handing over our weapons, and then a dozen or so axemen will jump out and chop us into mincemeat."

Qin Tianling nudged Exusiai beside him with his elbow and said loudly.

But his subordinate just smiled.

"With your skills, even without weapons, a dozen assassins couldn't do anything to you, right?"

"Disgusting, here comes the sycophant."

"Well........"

Qin Tianling's subordinates were clearly taken aback by his words, but they still demanded that the two men hand over their weapons.

Exusiai handed over the gun.

Qin Tianling did not hand it in.

After his men searched Qin Tianling and confirmed that he was not carrying any weapons, most of the Syracuseans in the restaurant stood up and surrounded Qin Tianling and Exusiai, escorting them forward like prisoners.

Seeing that almost everyone around her was wearing black gloves and black suits, Exusiai couldn't help but complain.

"I have this feeling that this place belongs to the family of Syracuse..."

"Because Mr. Roberto is a Syracuse native."

His subordinate gave a brief introduction,

Regardless of whether Mr. Roberto was from Syracuse, his entire group were all native Syracuseans.

However, this group committed serious crimes in Syracuse.

To avoid being purged by Madame Sicily, Roberto Ferrari led the remaining members of his family to the distant Dragon Gate.

Roberto Ferrari served as vice president of the Red Hand Society, which was formed in alliance with a local force and was similar to but not the Syracuse family.

The Syracuses were under the jurisdiction of Roberto Ferrari, while the Yan people were under the jurisdiction of the Red Hand Society's leader.

The Syracuseans valued family ties, while the Yan people valued brotherhood.

However, the concepts of family and brotherhood are the same for both the Yan people and the Syracuse members of the Red Hand Society.

The group walked through the back and arrived at the restaurant's backyard.

There is also a two-story house in the backyard.

Walking upstairs and pushing open the door, Qin Tianling and Exusiai entered, surrounded by others.

The room was dimmer than the hallway; the curtains were half-drawn, and afternoon light filtered through the gaps, casting a narrow strip of light on the wooden floor.

In the middle of the room sat a man named Rupert, with slicked-back hair and wearing a black suit.

His gaze fell on Qin Tianling, and he slowly looked him over before nodding slightly.

"You're Roberto Ferrari?"

Qin Tianling asked,

"Yes, that's me."

Roberto Ferrari nodded in agreement.

"Mr. Gangster Killer Machine, I've always wanted to meet you."

Legends about you have been circulating in the underworld for a long time, but I have never seen you in person.

"A gangster killing machine?"

Not a very flattering title.

never mind,

This is your package.

Qin Tianling handed the package over.

"A package?"

I'm rather curious about what's in the package that was entrusted to Mr. Killer Machine of the Mafia for delivery.

Roberto waved his hand, and his subordinate took the package from Qin Tianling and unpacked it on the spot.

The layers of packaging were peeled off one by one.

The stench of blood was overwhelming.

The object inside the package was a head.

The head that had been dead for many days

His blood was contaminated with the flu, his skin was an unnatural grayish-white, his eyes were half-closed, and his lips were slightly parted.

Those nearby immediately recognized it as the head of a member of their Red Hand Society.

"Harper's head!!!"

"You killed him—did you deliberately bring your head here to provoke us?!"

Suddenly, someone in the crowd roared and reached for the weapon at their waist.

"Wait, it's not him."

Roberto Ferrari raised his hand, and the angry Red Hand member stopped.

It couldn't be him.

If he did it, he wouldn't have surrendered his weapons and come here; he would have stormed in directly, right?

It seems someone wants to exploit our prejudice against this gentleman, inducing us to attack him first, and then, when both sides are severely weakened, they will plan their actions against us.

He paused, his gaze lingering on Qin Tianling for a moment, then smiled.

How lucky!

If I hadn't wanted to meet Mr. Gangster Killer and opened the package after they left, even I would have thought it was a provocation from Mr. Gangster Killer, right?

"Boring,"

This approach is so boring!

Qin Tianling complained,

"Indeed, I also think this is very pointless. They're actually playing the game of using someone else to do their dirty work, trying to sow discord between you and our Red Hand Society."

"Oh no, you've misunderstood something."

I'm complaining simply because this guy wants me to do so much work and only pays me for delivering packages.

As for how Red Hand views me, I'm not interested.

Qin Tianling corrected it to:

This is just like a scene from another game.

Hey, Legend, here's five thousand dollars. Go to a small town and save a president.

This kind of thing only a dog would do is seen in all other games.

While following the game's quest-accepting approach might make the player appear somewhat passive, it's true that doing so can make the player seem a bit passive.

Adding tasks like unclogging toilets would make players look more like errand boys than adventurers/mercenaries.

However, Qin Tianling didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Because he's gotten used to it.

After all, some game developers treat game development like pre-cooked food, constantly adding tons of these kinds of tasks.

How well can he get used to it?

— Qin Tianling was able to clear all the side quests and all the question mark icons from the large map of a potato server manufacturer's canned game without changing his expression.

Although Qin Tianling didn't think there was anything wrong with this kind of mission.

But that applies to other games.

This game is an exception.

A mission to raid a gang's hideout can earn you fifty or one hundred thousand, while robbing a bank guarantees at least a million.

Now you're telling me that infiltrating a gang's stronghold will earn you four or five thousand dollars?

Even a dog wouldn't do that!

"That's true. It's really shameless not to give money equivalent to labor."

Roberto Ferrari nodded, seemingly agreeing with Qin Tianling's words.

—Whatever viewpoint Qin Tianling expressed, I suppose he would agree with it at this point?

Then strike while the iron is hot.

He continued,

"By the way, Mr. Gangster Killer Machine, I've long admired your skills, and I've always hoped to borrow them."

I happen to have a request for you, and I'm wondering if you'd be willing to do it.

Although there was a risk of being targeted by the police, the reward was a whopping 450,000 Lungmen Dollars.

Furthermore, while you are on this mission, we will identify those who attempted to frame you and bring them before you for your disposal.

"Don't do it."