Chapter 124: Sophia's Beauty Trap

After entering prison, the greatest benefit was the peace and quiet—that was what Maroni originally thought.

However, facts proved he was wrong.

Seeing that Maroni had entered prison, some people could not hold back and began to make their calculations: a figure in Gotham City who was untouchable and could command wind and rain was now right before their eyes; if they could luckily leave a good impression before this person and be taken as someone useful—even if it could not be said to be a leap to the sky, at least they could mix and get some benefits; this drop in the bucket from a underworld boss would be a thick thigh for themselves.

Precisely because of this, Maroni had seen enough of boring people during this period; he did not reject guys with greed, but the premise was that the other party had to be useful. And very disappointingly, most of the people who came to recommend themselves were rotten sweet potatoes and stinky bird eggs, of no use to him, simply wanting to come and curry favor.

Annoyed beyond endurance, Maroni could not stand this DDoS-style bombardment harassment at all, so he simply told Vernon that during this time he did not want to see anyone, no matter who the other party was.

However, today, Vernon's voice echoed in his ears again.

"Mr. Maroni, you have a visitor."

Hearing Vernon's voice, Maroni was quite impatient, because during these days, this sentence had echoed in his ears probably dozens or even a hundred times, and now hearing it again gave him a feeling of wanting to vomit.

He turned a page of the Gotham Daily in his hand and replied indifferently: "I don't want to see anyone."

Vernon now showed a look of difficulty on his face; he had always unconditionally supported and executed Sal Maroni's orders, which was the foundation of him doing well as a lackey, but the person who came today was a tough character, making him dare not refuse.

"But, Mr."

"Vernon, I don't want to say it again."

Just as Vernon did not know how to answer, a figure pushed the door open and walked in directly, standing before the iron bars as if no one else was there.

"Hello there, Sal."

Hearing this voice, Maroni's face changed slightly; he put down the newspaper in his hand, saw that unexpected visitor, and also saw Vernon standing aside with a look of difficulty on his face.

"Vernon, go." He suddenly changed his tone: "I want to hear what this Falcone family member wants to talk to me about—go find something for yourself to do."

Vernon, as if granted a great reprieve, immediately slipped away like a streak of smoke, and before leaving, he even closed the door; he knew very well that this kind of conversation between big shots was not something he could listen to.

Seeing the main door close, Maroni extinguished the cigarette in his mouth: "I had someone try; this prison has been soundproofed. After the door is closed, even if someone outside wants to eavesdrop, they can hear nothing—so, Sophia, did your father know you came here?"

The burly figure with red hair, through the iron bars, looked at Sal inside with an unusual expression; her gaze became somewhat soft again, and she replied: "It was indeed father who sent me here, Sal."

"Oh? What did he send you here to do? Negotiate with me? Or kill me—the Falcone family's famous Death God Sophia, would she come for peace alone?"

Sophia did not answer Maroni's words, which were implicitly somewhat gunpowder-laden; her fiery red long hair and distinct contours almost pressed against the iron bars, and she stared tightly at Maroni's eyes with her own, her tone actually carrying a hint of grievance: "I went to prison for you, Sal."

"I didn't quack and complain like a duck, nor did I ask you for any return, and when the police found me, I didn't say your name."

Listening to Sophia's words, Maroni could no longer maintain that cold attitude; he excitedly patted his chest, wanting to use this to cover his sense of guilt: "That is your business, and I must do some things that I should do, the right things!"

However, he could not continue speaking.

Sophia's hand reached over the iron bars, and she used her index finger to gently press his lips: "I missed you, Sal—every night while being locked up in prison, I thought of you."

In just a few short minutes, the dialogue between the two revealed a terrifying amount of information; if Carmine Falcone or Luigi Maroni heard this dialogue, Gotham City would probably stage a underworld version of Romeo and Juliet again—the kind with bloody winds and fierce rains.

Of course, there was also the possibility of the two families merging into one, on the premise that both the Roman and Luigi were dead—the hope for the two, originally from generations of hostile families, to be together was quite slim. In fact, the fact that Maroni could actually fall in love with the tall and burly Sophia was itself a miracle.

On the morning when Sophia was rescued from prison and went to kill Maroni according to her father's orders, both of them actually saw each other when leaving; Sophia knew she could never disobey her father's orders, and Maroni knew that Sophia had placed her feelings for him after family hatred; therefore, from the time after leaving prison, the two had never seen each other again—until this moment.

Looking into each other's eyes, feelings rose in their hearts, and they could not help but embrace and kiss through the bars; this was something they could never do in broad daylight. At this very moment, in this quiet cell, was one of the few places where the two could express their feelings openly and directly without any concealment.

After the deep kiss, the two gazed at each other, and Sophia spoke: "The Falcone family will join you in finding the Holiday Killer and that gunman who shot your father; we have fought for so many years, we should not both be injured and have our peaches picked by others."

No.

A voice in Maroni's heart told him that it was Holiday Killer Alberto who had brought the Maroni family to this state now, and it was the Falcone family who did it.

"Dad knows Dent got you involved in this mess; without Dent, everyone could have a much easier time—I know you will do the right thing, Sal."

Looking at Sophia's affectionate eyes, Maroni stood speechless in a daze; the scale in his heart began to gradually tilt, not because of the Falcone promise, not because of weighing pros and cons, and not because of hating Dent.

"Sophia, you must know." He finally spoke and replied: "I don't trust Falcone, and I don't trust Harvey Dent either; I agreed to this matter entirely because of you."

The cell door was opened, Sophia walked out from inside, saw Vernon standing outside obediently waiting and acting as a lookout; she said nothing, turned around directly, and left.

And Maroni's voice rang out inside the prison.

"Vernon, come here!"

So he walked in quickly, arrived before the other party, and asked respectfully: "Mr. Maroni, what are your orders?"

"When is my trial?"

"Uh, August 2nd."

"August 2nd, the Roman's birthday, truly his lucky day."

"On this day, I need you to cooperate with me to do one thing."

(End of this chapter)