soul stone

"The 'Godfather' was shot?"

The beautiful piano melody was interrupted by the urgent report. Raphael opened his eyes wide in surprise, and pressed his trembling left hand holding the receiver.

"Understood. Keep an eye on that kid and tell him to stay obedient and not to mess around." Glancing in the direction of the grand piano, he lowered his voice, "Well, old man Corleone is also Bowman's godfather..."

"Mr. Raphael."

The blonde curly-haired pianist saw that the master had hung up the phone, and came out from behind the piano, with a little uneasiness on his rose-like handsome face.

"It's a pity, it's rare to hear you play the piano once, and I was interrupted by bad news again." Raphael didn't look at him, and stared down at the luxurious and elegant patterns on the carpet, looking worried.

Zexis pursed his lips, raised his eyes and said, "Mr. Raphael, I know about this... a few hours ago."

"You know?" The middle-aged man suddenly turned his head, looking at his confidant with mixed suspicion and anger, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?!"

"You need to rest." The young man glanced at the master's trembling hand, "I'm afraid that worrying too much will aggravate your condition."

Snapped--

"You're doing a really good job."

Raphael massaged his left hand, coldly looking down at the beautiful young man kneeling on the ground covering his left face.

"It's your duty to listen or not, but it's my right to listen or not." He pointed at his temple, "Remember. You are the ears and I am the brain. Don't get the priorities wrong. I've said enough clearly Are you clear?"

Slender white fingers caressed the hot cheeks, bloodshot eyes hung from the corners of Zexis' lips, and the long and curly light golden eyelashes cast shadows on the blue eyes.

"Yes... yes. Very clear."

La Royer was wearing a water-red suit over a pale pink shirt with the first button open.As he smoked a cigar, he opened the door of the red Les-Royce.The driver was already in his seat, and there were two men in the back seat.The one on the left is a young man with dark curly hair and brown skin in a green leather jacket, and the one on the right is wearing a suit and sunglasses, with a burly figure and his head almost touching the roof of the car.

"Why is it you?" Seeing the person on the right, La Roye asked suspiciously, "Where's Hisoka?"

"He hasn't been seen all day," the man replied.

"He has that kind of personality, unrestrained." Laroyer closed the car door, and the driver next to him immediately handed over the crystal ashtray in the car. "When he comes back, tell him to come see me."

The burly man seemed to squeeze out a voice from the gap in his chest muscles: "He ran away, sir. He said he quit."

With great effort, La Royer pressed the cigar he had just smoked into the ashtray, and rubbed it back and forth twice.Silence filled the closed compartment like smoke.

After a while, he gave the order slowly:

"To the Rocky Shore."

The city where he lives is only forty kilometers away from the sea.The road around the sea is magnificent, and the waves beat rhythmically on the golden sandy beach.La Royer asked the car windows to be lowered, and the humid air mixed with the sea breeze rushed in.

"It's a good place to talk, isn't it?" he said to the brown-skinned youth in the rearview mirror.

"You are very thoughtful," the young man replied humbly, while staring at the rearview mirror with his big black eyes, trying to capture his thoughts from the "gambler"'s face, but found nothing.

"You're not thoughtful enough." Laroyer shrugged and took out a cigar again.The driver freed his right hand to order for him.

"I'm sorry. At that time, the 'Godfather' had noticed something and almost let him run away. Although he was not killed, he has been in a coma for a long time. It is still unknown whether he can wake up. Even if he wakes up, he may not be able to recover. .It's a great opportunity."

"I know what 'opportunity' is, boy." Laroyer exhaled a smoke ring and glanced casually in the rearview mirror. "You left the Corleones with a chance. A chance to fight back."

The young man with black curly hair was stunned, opening and closing his mouth wide: "I, I... Please give me one more chance, and I will complete the task cleanly, I swear!"

"You don't have many chances in life, boy." Laroyer flicked the cigarette ash and stroked his short hair, which was dyed black.Black is his favorite color.He dyed his hair and beard because he thought it would make him appear more unfathomable, and it seems to confirm this-he has no disadvantages in the casino.

The brown-skinned young man swallowed and said cautiously, "Please instruct."

"Relax, kid. Take a deep breath. You might be surprised to hear what I say next."

The road forks in front of you, one leads to the city, and the other leads to the cliffs by the sea.As dusk sinks to the west, the red sunset gradually falls into the horizon, and the color of the sea turns from red to blue.There are few stars in the sky and no moon.The driver shifted gears.The body tilted and began to climb.

"Where are we going?"

"A great place to do business."

The scenery outside the car window is getting more and more desolate.The brown-skinned young man pretended to be looking at the scenery, and slipped his left hand into his jacket.Suddenly, the wrists were clasped tightly from behind, with such force that they could almost crush the bones.He cried out in pain.The pain didn't last long, and soon he fell on the car window, and his head slid on the glass with a bloodstain.A suppressed bullet entered through the brainstem and exited from the left forehead.The bulletproof car windows were not completely shattered, but cracked like spider webs.

Under the street lights not far away, a blue car was parked.The driver pulled over and opened the door.La Royer put out his cigar and walked slowly towards the blue car.The burly bodyguard followed closely behind.

"There is another one in front of you. After you are done, you can take that one back." He told the driver, "Even the car and people fell down together. Don't be sorry, I will give you a better one to drive."

"Yes, sir."

"Good luck."

After patting the driver on the shoulder, "Gamer" bent down and got into the blue car.

"Go to the casino first. Go back after midnight."

The sea breeze is fresh and the waves are still there.After dimming the lights in the car, La Roye leaned back in the chair, folded his hands on his waist, and closed his eyes.

That nagging nun might be more problematic than Don Corleone.We must find a reliable killer.

After the "Godfather" was shot, there was no old man Corleone's deterrence. Facing the attack of the Laroyer family, the Corleone family was facing an unprecedented crisis.The eldest son was too busy preparing for the war to take care of church affairs.Several other old men also saw the wind and turned the rudder, regardless of the original promise.The "Dandelion" project that Sister Mo Ailey had to bring about after several twists and turns ended up aborted.

On the other hand, the hawk faction represented by the "gamblers" began secretly to absorb special talents from Meteor Street to form the armed forces "Yin Beast".For the sake of safety, Sister Moelle temporarily disappeared from the old man's sight.

Hiroshi Kamijou, holding a pile of documents, has recovered from his illness.If possible, she would like to lie in bed for a few more days.Because the "Godfather" was plotted against, Qiao Huan was also very busy.The possibility of meeting in private is almost zero.Forget it, if she is immersed in her work, she won't be thinking about it all the time.

"Old man La Roye is looking for a killer from Meteor Street."

The glass greenhouse is like another space, where the hustle and bustle are kept out, leaving behind a peaceful green and dancing butterflies of various colors.The chestnut-haired woman in a black dress sat on a wicker chair in the center of the greenhouse with her back facing her.The small silver spoon is gently stirred in the exquisite and elegant white porcelain cup, and the smooth and jade-like fingers seem to merge with the surroundings, attracting a colorful butterfly with black spots on a blue background.

"'Looking' for it... We have to hurry up too."

"...Yesterday, Oyagi Yukiya filed an application." Crow's Eye bent his index finger and touched the frame, "'I'm fine. If there is anything I can do, please feel free to say it.' These were her exact words. "

"That child is not something in the pool, and sooner or later he won't be able to stay idle." Mo Allie said sideways, "Crow's Eye, Laroyer is looking for a killer from Meteor Street. Who do you think his target is?"

"There are many masters on Meteor Street, and the target must be an evenly matched opponent." Crow's Eye paused, and said in an as objective tone as possible, "Judging from the current situation, it is either Old Man Rafael or..."

"I."

Moelle took a sip of herbal tea, stirring the silver spoon counterclockwise.

"Since he's a 'gambler,' let's make him a game—a game he's bound to lose."

The Crow's Eye didn't answer.The nun would often say things she didn't understand, and she seemed to have no intention of explaining them, so she had to figure them out on her own.

"Crow's Eye, your face is wrinkling again."

Kamijou suddenly raised his head and met his own shadow reflected on the glass wall.

"Sorry, unconsciously..."

"Letting the enemy overestimate your shortcomings is the right thing to do." As if intending to remind her, the nun suddenly said to herself, "I don't know what happened to Zexis. That child likes Raphael so much, knowing that the master If you are being targeted, you will definitely take action."

...... Saying is equivalent to not saying.

On the way back, Kamijou continued to rub cool oil on his forehead.

Bastard Qiao Huan, where are you, hurry up and save enough money to go back to my hometown and marry me.

"What? Why don't you let me see you? I'm his granddaughter!"

In the corridor of the hospital, a young woman with a hot figure was pulling Qiao Huan's tie and making a scene.The thick black hair was permed into big waves, and the fair complexion set off the plump lips.There was no doubt that she was Natalie Lynch, Don Raphael's wife, La Royer's niece, and Don Corleone's granddaughter.

"The 'Godfather' needs to rest. The doctor ordered no one to enter. Please forgive me."

Qiao Huan tried his best to maintain politeness, but frowned his thick black eyebrows, trying to scare her away with his naturally vicious appearance.

"You son of a bitch!" Natalie's beautiful lips parted into a heart shape, and she swung her handbag and threw it on his head. "If you won't let me in, I'll sue you for sexual harassment!" I'm about to pull my skirt.

"Yeah..." Little Sun grinned his white teeth, "This will bother me a lot. You're not my type."

Suddenly, a cool wind blew from behind.Natalie felt light-headed and dizzy.

"Nurse? Nurse! Someone's passed out here!"

Holding the woman's waist like a water snake, Qiao laughed happily.