I really don't want to hang up

Chapter 200 You Don't Even Want to Call Me Godfather

Brando?
Hearing this name, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

Why don't you call it Brandy?

Wine, the favorite of the people of Shenbang.

Several wine bottles on the table are filled with wine, and the taste is surprisingly consistent.

Lu Deng looked at several people in the venue, but did not ask about the identities and responsibilities of the other party, but brought up another topic,
"As the new godfather, you should all know the first thing I have to do, right?"

Everyone's face turned cold, and they instantly understood what the godfather meant.

The atmosphere in the whole room suddenly cooled down.

This is a heavy topic.

"revenge."

A thin man with inverted triangular eyes gritted his teeth and said,

"Revenge for the former godfather."

"Yes."

"We want revenge!"

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Everyone expressed their opinions one after another, and the crowd was excited.

At the critical moment of this kind of statement, if you are not active enough, it is easy to leave people talking.

In particular, it is easy to leave a bad impression on the new godfather.

Of course, they didn't feel that finding the murderer was an easy task.

You must know that these people are deeply rooted in the Santa Fe neighborhood, have a huge network of contacts and relationships, and have no clue about the mysterious death of the godfather.

Can a rookie who just arrived here solve this case?
They don't believe it!

"Of course I know I want revenge."

Lu Deng's eyes were erratic, he looked at everyone, and asked casually,

"For me, which step should I take? Kill the murderer? Punish the other party? According to the requirements of the sacred code, not only kill the executor, but also kill the mastermind behind it?"

This question from the godfather caused everyone to fall into silence.

Several people exchanged glances frequently, and finally reached an agreement in silence.

It was the strong man who was close to Lu Deng who took the initiative to speak and said respectfully,

"You just need to find the murderer himself, and we will take care of the rest. We will let the old godfather's soul rest in peace in the Kingdom of Blessings."

blessed heaven
Hearing the name, Luden didn't know what to say for a while.

"That's it?"

Luden didn't expect that the progress of the matter was simpler than he expected.

All he needed to do was find the murderer, and Luden didn't need to intervene in the rest.

Luden also wants to try the effect of [Outlaw Maniac]!
"This matter is too simple."

Luden put the cigar on the table and said easily,
"Even my coachman can handle it with ease."

Hearing these arrogant words, everyone's expressions changed again.

The godfather of brandy not only acts in a domineering style, says what he says, but is also extraordinarily arrogant.

In the fog city, the arrogant gods generally don't live long.
It seems that they will soon welcome a new godfather.

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Deng got up and walked to the door, beckoning to the carriage.

The young coachman came over reluctantly, pressed down with his peaked cap, and said vaguely,
"Mr. Lu, what help do you need?"

Lu Deng put his arms around the coachman's shoulders, and warmly greeted him like a friend for many years,
"My friends want to know who killed the last godfather. I will give you 30 seconds to tell us the answer."

The young coachman's face suddenly changed, and he said in a low voice,

"This is against the rules!"

The rules of the Inquisition, only records, no interference!
Lu Deng's request has exceeded the driver's authority.

Luden also said in a voice that only the two of them could hear,
"Relax, you guys have hung up on me once, a little favor, isn't it too much?"

After finishing speaking, Luden began to count down, his voice was neither loud nor soft, every word seemed to hit people's hearts,

"Fifteen, fourteen, thirteen."

The expression of the young driver changed several times, from hesitation to firmness at the end.

Before coming, he looked up the information on the Santa Fe neighborhood to know what happened these days.

For the Inquisition, a gang fight on the street may be an insignificant incident and will not be recorded.

but,

The death of an underground godfather of the Divine State must be recorded.

In the Heresy Tribunal, there are recorded materials and a complete chain of evidence.

And all of this is within Mr. Luden's calculations!
Is this the legendary Mr. Luden?

After getting along for less than half an hour, the young coachman felt crushed on the IQ level.

Damn it, I would have known that I would not have looked up these materials. Grandpa was right, so many mistakes were made!

"three!"

"two!"

At the last second, under the gaze of everyone, the young coachman spoke and said calmly,
"Seahorse Johnny, during the secret meeting with the old godfather twelve days ago, you killed the old godfather with a shark saw dagger. You stabbed the old godfather seven times in total, three in the chest and four in the abdomen."

After finishing speaking, the coachman silently took a step back, ready to run back to the carriage at any time.

He knew that once the murderer's identity was announced, the situation would deteriorate rapidly!There might even be blood.

At the same time, the young coachman also comforted himself in his heart that even without his own help, Mr. Luden could easily solve such a small case.

In other words, what you do doesn't have any influence, and it doesn't count as a violation of the organization's rules!
At this moment, everyone could no longer care about the inner struggle of the young coachman.

All eyes were on Johnny the seahorse.

He was the brawny man closest to Luden before, with a scar on his face and a burly figure. He was the number one thug under the former godfather.

According to common sense, if Johnny was wronged, he should complain loudly, tell his alibi, and clear his grievances.

Kill your own godfather?

This is no ordinary crime!

This is disgrace, this is betrayal, and Johnny will become a street rat that everyone shouts and beats!

Faced with all this, Jonny didn't have any excuses, and was even a little relieved!
Everyone froze in their hearts.

A charmingly dressed woman asked sharply,
"Johnny, the godfather trusts you the most, why are you?"

Luden glanced at the woman and recalled the information he saw in the carriage.

Canary Polly, a bustard in the Santa Fe neighborhood, deals in flesh and blood.

After the woman accused him, the thin man with inverted triangle eyes also joined the camp of denouncing Johnny.

Luden stared at the man's hands and pockets.

Pickpocket Matthews, a Santa Fe neighborhood thief who would have his index finger cut off as a warning if he stole without his consent.

Moving his eyes, Luden looked at the two people again, namely the bartender Elke and the snakehead Smith.

These five people are all the cadres in the Santa Fe neighborhood:

Canaries, Handles, Bartenders, Snakeheads, Thugs.

They never expected that the death of the old godfather was actually related to the number one thug, Johnny!
In the face of everyone's accusations, Jonny didn't say a word.

He didn't leave the tailor shop, he didn't defend himself, he didn't do anything.

Johnny's friend tried to explain for him, maybe Johnny had something to hide and was wronged, so he shouldn't jump to conclusions so quickly.

These backbones are mixed together on weekdays, there is me in you, and you in me, and each other's business is intertwined.

Of course they need the thug Johnny to watch the situation for themselves, whether it is dealing with internal threats or external threats.

Wherever it is, fists are the best reasonable weapons.

Jonny silently took out a blood-stained dagger. When he took out the dagger, everyone was startled and backed away.

Johnny just put the dagger on the table and remained silent.

There are witnesses and physical evidence.

No one can make any excuses for Johnny.

Even if he is thrown in the Fog City court, and the most stupid judge is matched with the worst law, he will be convicted of murder!

Looking at the dagger, everyone fell into silence.

The only person in the arena who could remain calm was Luden.

He has fulfilled his duties and helped everyone find the murderer, and the rest has nothing to do with Luden.

How to deal with the murderer is the business of these backbones.

Lu Deng patted the coachman on the shoulder and said with emotion,

"Thanks to you, otherwise I would never have guessed that the murderer would be one of my own."

Young coachman: .
His mood was extremely complicated, and he didn't know which sentence Mr. Rodden said was true and which sentence was false.

Luden walked into the tailor shop, sitting behind his desk like a spectator, silently watching how this farce would develop.

Snakehead Smith was the first to speak,
"Kill him! Avenge the old godfather!"

"I'm going to chop him up and throw him into the river to feed the fish!"

"Damn it, Johnny, tell me why on earth you betrayed the old godfather!"

"Before you figure things out, everyone calm down first!"

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There was a lot of noise in the tailor shop, as lively as a market.

Everyone is saying something different, wearing a different mask, and saying different things.

People who shouted to kill Johnny might not want Johnny to die.

People who defend Johnny on the surface may want to kill Johnny more than anyone else.

Some are business, some are friendship.

Lu Deng finally understood that each of these people possessed special skills.

It's just that no one wants to avenge the old godfather.

interesting.

Is this the gods?
A group of cadres can't convince anyone, and there's no way to argue for a result.

In the end, they decided to settle the quarrel in the old way.

Let the godfather decide this matter!
Canary Polly stepped forward and said respectfully,
"Thank you for finding the murderer for us. You see, we have some differences on how to deal with the murderer. We thought maybe you could give us some advice."

Luden looked at her with great interest, then turned his gaze to the others, and asked,
"Is this what all of you think?"

Everyone nodded and agreed,

"Perhaps, you are the most suitable to punish this murderer and avenge the old godfather."

Lu Deng nodded steadily, feeling that the atmosphere was in place.

It's time to reenact the famous scene.

"In the words just now, four [you] characters were used."

Holding an extinguished cigar and an empty wine glass in front of him, Luden spoke this classic line slowly.

"You don't even want to call me Godfather."

It's a pity, it would be even better if there was a white cat in my arms.

After a short silence, people lowered their heads one after another and made different movements.

The cigars were lit, the wine glasses were filled, and several rebellious cadres lined up in front of the desk, and stepped forward to kiss the back of Luden's hand one by one.

"godfather."

They whispered, for fear of disturbing the man in front of them, they were terrified,
"We beg your help, Father Brando."

(End of this chapter)