[Comprehensive] Mr. Erdao, a human trafficker

Regardless of how Damon Spedo left in a fit of shame, he still did not forget to take away the fog-attribute rough stone.

Hu Erdao just finished his work and continued to sleep anyway. If Damon Spedo’s illusion expansion hadn’t woken him up, Hu Erdao didn’t intend to give Vongola’s ring so hastily. Waiting for someone.

As for Lambo Povino...

Well, probably due to congenial temperament, Hu Erdao handed it over to this childish and lazy young master like a toy.

In any case, the interlocking history continues to run, and in the future, the Vengley family, which will inherit the will, already has its beginning.

History ends here, and we are already on the right track of our history.

And... um... let's think about it, what is there that hasn't been explained, this history?

Let’s talk about the first official appearance of the Vengley family.

It was the first time to flaunt their status, and it was the first time to introduce their existence to other families.

For the first time... let everyone see how this unstoppable, thriving new family... expands, grows and flourishes.

...to become a qualified member of the Mafia.

—All bloodshed was inevitable.

—Bleeding must cause bleeding. *

This is the way to go.

The ancient Perotta Manor and the Gothic-style castle stand quietly.

In the courtyard outside the castle gate, there is a fence surrounded by thorns - the leaders of this generation prefer these sharp plants with barbs, so the garden is full of dense green.

Faintly, through the dense vegetation, traces of brown mottled can be seen.

Maybe it's the mucus of molluscs, maybe the sap of crushed green leaves...who knows?

Perhaps, this is the blood spattered on the neck of the previous leader who fell from the balcony.

Niccolò Perrotta, in the inner room with the scarlet velvet curtains drawn, is drinking the new wine produced in the Porto region this year by himself. The mustache around his lips is meticulously groomed, and he looks like an ordinary old man. .

Before this leader took office, no one could have imagined that this old man who had failed to compete with the previous leader could become the "singer".

There is no denying that this is the current head of the bloody and notorious Perotta family.

In his hand, there is a brand-new printed information, which is a way to check the information specially compiled for him by the newspaper office under the family.

All kinds of screened information are like news of ordinary newspapers that do not know the truth or falsehood, typesetting and printing on soft and hard paper.

Compared with the previous leader's habit of not reading non-flexible and fine parchment, this is a habit that is approachable enough.

The new leader has been in office for less than two years, and the foundation is stable. Although his subordinates seem to have taken some actions recently, they are far from the stage of unrest and turmoil that every leader must experience.

As usual, Nicolo Perrotta casually glanced at a page, put down the newspaper, and threw it into the pile of discarded documents on the left.

He always believed that no matter whether the effort he expended was worth the trouble and hard work of his subordinates, it was already a great condescension to be worth a look.

After all, what he is more used to is throwing the heads of opponents into the stove.

The tabby has barked three times.

The sting manuscript has been called four times.

The strange bustard is screaming: the time has come, the time has come.

What he didn't expect was that such an ordinary day would become the day of his death.

...Let's not even think that the misfortune starts in a small wall and ends up in the hands of unexpected people.

One, a newborn family that he casually glanced at and passed with a chuckle.

A group of young people, hands.

"Hey, you guys, have power...cooperate with me, I get the Perotta family, you get status, how about it?"

"It's good for a new family like yours to be a part of the destruction of the previous generation of Perotta, right?"

The exile who came from afar said so, his tone was unceremonious.

——Arrogance, and prejudice that always go hand in hand with the former.

Being able to see the power of this new family with discerning eyes is already an appreciation for this small family, isn't it?

The visitor thought contemptuously.

Understand it with reason... move it with emotion?

What a joke!

As long as enough interest is thrown, there will be countless hyenas to serve him.

Before, he missed a move and was half a step late. This time, he will make preparations, which is far more than that.

The self-proclaimed shrewd old man should have been eaten by fish like the previous generations-he died without a place to die.

What a sight to look forward to, isn't it?

"Where we are now, there are sharp knives hidden in people's smiling faces; the closer people are to our blood, the more they want to drink our blood."

The exile visitor said with a smile, his eyes were cloudy and gloomy.

——That is, ambition.

His words are so firm, it seems that he can see the bloody dawn in front of him soon.

At that time, he couldn't help but sip the red wine with a slight curl of his mouth... He will definitely stand in the middle.

"Donaben Perrotta, the blood brother of the former leader of Perotta, killed his brother in an attempt to rise to power, but was cut off by the current leader of Perotta."

The footer of the file that was thrown on the table was signed with a sharp and vigorous "Arnold"—the information was undoubtedly handled by a chief intelligence officer. It was placed on the table in Giotto's study, and the pages were scattered.

Giotto rubbed his temples, his golden pupils were a little tired, and his blond hair seemed to be dimmed in the setting sun, like his owner's distressed mood.

"It came to me." He whispered to himself, his eyes drooping, "It's impossible to pretend that it never happened."

Once Donaben Perotta succeeds in usurping the throne, Vengley, who refused to help at that time, will definitely be targeted and eaten up.

But even if Donaben Perotta fails, the current leader will not remember their inaction. Instead, they may feel that this small family does not know good from bad and once stood with the rebels.

But Giotto never forgot his original intention of establishing a family.

The Perrotta family is their hostile target.

Even if Donaben Perrotta is helped to rise to power, the Perrotta family under his rule will not be any different from the previous one-especially for the oppressed.

Joining forces with Donaben Perotta, helping... that's impossible for anyone to tolerate.

therefore……

After a long time, after a sigh——

"I have no choice but to agree first..."

In the study, Giotto finally made a decision.

Spring is coming.

The grape hyacinths outside the window are beginning to bud in clusters.

The warm wind from the Mediterranean blows the curtains.

This is the 1867 year.

[Itwasthebestoftimes] This is the best of times.

[It was the worst of times] These are the worst of times.

The author has something to say: *From "Macbeth"

The "I, God" article will start in July, and I will continue to write comprehensive comics. According to the plan, erdao's handwriting will not be as tentative as it is now, and it should be able to play a little bigger, so stay tuned.

This is Chapter 1 published on New Year’s Day. Basically, one chapter is updated every day. Now it ends in the middle and late June, and it’s been very comfortable for almost half a year (laughs)