Chapter 44: God Bless Cat Getan

"... Sal and his partners are the same, a little clever. I remember the first time I saw him, he was a hairy boy who had just come to Cat Getan, leading a few people to extort cargo ship owners at the pier. Not long after, he was taken by Lauren in the red light district. That red-haired woman took him to roam in that street block, and soon bought the first bar. That was more than 20 years ago..."

Falcone sat in the chair, smoking a cigar while recalling, and said, "Sal won't let that police chief go. Even if he wants to dig out some information from his mouth, he will eventually die. You can change a condition, for example, who else do you want to kill, or what other troublesome things do you want to solve?"

"My trouble comes from Metropolis, so I won't bother the Godfather."

Falcone turned his eyes slightly and glanced at him, saying, "The few guys I helped you solve seem to have a big background. Who did you provoke?"

Shiler raised his eyes and said, "Lord Godfather, I think I might be the longest-lived family tutor for your son."

Falcone tapped the table with the tail of the cigar and said, "You work for me, of course I won't let trouble find you, but you participate in those strange things yourself, and now you hide here..."

"Are you afraid that I will drag the Falcone family into the water?"

Falcone turned the chair back and said:

"When did the Falcone family ever go ashore? From the day I came to Cat Getan, I knew that we were all rotten bones in the shipwreck, and never think about going ashore."

Then he sighed slightly again.

"... But my son thinks differently from me."

Little Falcone, that is, Evans Falcone, he is different from the old godfather. He is full of enthusiasm and feels that he can rectify the order of Cat Getan by himself.

That's right, although he is the heir of the future gang family, he indeed wants to rectify the order of Cat Getan, but this kind of order is built on the basis of violence, rather than really building a utopia.

To be honest, his kind of thinking might even be more normal than Batman. Absolute violence brings absolute authority, and absolute authority controls everyone. The problem is just whether Little Falcone has this ability.

After a while, the butler knocked on the door outside the door. Evans stood behind him. When he walked in and saw Shiler, he was obviously stunned, and then turned back to the butler and whispered, "Do you remember if I mentioned forgetting to bring homework, or forgetting to hand in homework recently?"

The butler shook his head. Evans clearly breathed a sigh of relief. Shiler stood up and said, "Evans?"

"Do you know each other?" Falcone asked.

"Father, this is my university professor. I remember I mentioned to you that I have to write psychology homework."

Before Falcone could say anything, Evans said, "Sorry, Professor, if there is any problem with my homework recently, it may be that I have been busy recently and neglected it. If you are not satisfied, I can rewrite it immediately."

Then he moved his lips and turned to Falcone and said, "Father, things in the street block in the east recently made me a little busy, maybe I neglected my studies. Professor Shiler came to visit you, I am really sorry."

Shiler understood that he had misunderstood, thinking that he was here for a home visit. In fact, Evans was scared to death in his heart now.

He had long heard of Shiler's fierce reputation, what died wherever he went, what serial killer collector, scolded Bulusi Wei En for not handing in homework in class, and even sent him an expulsion notice...

This homework-chasing maniac Shiler was very famous in the entire Cat Getan University. No professor would ever strictly require students to hand in homework like this. No matter who you were, as long as you dared not to hand in homework, you would definitely receive a cold mockery that made you lose face in his classroom, even if you were Bulusi Wei En, the board chairman of Cat Getan University.

But Evans never expected that he actually ran to the godfather of the biggest gang family in Cat Getan to chase homework!

Evans lamented in his heart, is this professor crazy? No wonder he scolded Bulusi Wei En like a stray dog, and even the new principal Xie Dun walked around him.

As the heir of the gang family, Evans originally didn't believe those messy rumors, but he really believed it now. If it weren't for a little problem with his spirit, who would run to the godfather here for a home visit?

This couldn't be blamed on Shiler for being so concerned about homework. His mentality hadn't changed from his previous teaching style. You know, many students couldn't memorize those big books of psychology, and in the final exam, they often couldn't get a very high score. At this time, if they wanted to pass, they could only rely on the usual points to pull up. But if they didn't even write homework, there were no usual points, then the passing rate would definitely be terrible.

If the passing rate was too low, his evaluation would definitely be affected. Although Cat Getan University didn't have any reliable professor evaluation plan at all, and no one cared whether students passed or not, Shiler was used to it in his previous life. He felt that he hadn't used three-tenths of his strength, and this group of students in Cat Getan University who had received happy education since childhood had already broken their defenses.

Then if they were thrown into the university where Shiler taught in his previous life, just a small classroom paper could roll them to death. You know, those students all wrote 20,000 words for small papers, and big papers were completed according to the standard of publishing books.

So he couldn't understand why there were still people who couldn't write enough words for a small paper of less than 3000 words, and English papers themselves had fewer words than Chinese papers. A standard paper of 3000 words only had 2000 words. How could it not be handed in?

So after Shiler used various means to chase homework, three-quarters of the people in his class could finally hand in homework. This of course also included Evans, and he was even the better one. Basically, every article was handed in, every article had enough words, and the content was still quite good, and he even took the lead two or three times.

Shiler felt that such a good student should be praised. They were all freshmen. Look at that Bulusi who didn't learn anything. A paper of 2000 words, transition words could take up one-third, meaningless modification and description could take up another one-third, and the rest, except for "the" and "a", were nothing. Others' dashes only wrote the distance of two characters, he could write a long row, and even so, he had the face to let Shiler help him.

Falcone frowned slightly and said, "Since this is the case, how is Evans performing in school? Is there any problem with his homework? How about his exam results?"

Evans took a deep breath. Shiler said, "In fact... very good. I heard Anna, who teaches advanced mathematics, also chat with me. Evans' science is quite good. At least I am willing to give him a graduate student quota. He still has talent in psychology."

Evans breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing his son's performance, Falcone said directly:

"From now on, this Professor Shiler will be your family tutor."

Evans felt a chill down his back, but he didn't dare to question his father's decision, so he could only say, "Okay, Father."

Falcone supported the two armrests of the chair, stood up from the chair, and said, "It seems I have to handle those troubles you brought from Metropolis for you."

Shiler shook his head and said, "This is a big trouble. I don't think the price I paid is worth you doing this."

Falcone said, "Becoming my son's family tutor is indeed not enough, but if you become a friend of the Falcone family, we will settle everything for our friends."

"There is a huge dark vortex behind Metropolis that no one can imagine. I escaped from there, but lost a lot of things. People in Cat Getan don't need to participate in the affairs of Metropolis, right?"

Falcone shook his head, took another puff of cigar, and said, "You don't know me well enough, sir. Forty years ago, I came to Cat Getan alone. At that time, no one had ever heard of the name Falcone. Thirty years ago, I became the master of three streets. At that time, there was no Falcone family..."

"I don't want to boast about my achievements, but I used forty years to rule Cat Getan, to rule this city that was once called hell."

Falcone pressed the table with the tail of the cigar, and smoke rose from his fingers. He said, "So you only need to answer 'yes', and all the troubles you have suffered will say goodbye to you."

Shiler looked at him. Falcone's expression was calmer than Shiler imagined.

Shiler thought, this Falcone was clearly not the small-fry villain in the early Batman comics. He was the well-deserved Cat Getan godfather, the uncrowned king of Cat Getan City.

Without Batman, Cat Getan City was never peaceful. This godfather used forty years to rule here. Such a person couldn't be as stupid and short-sighted as described in the comics.

Eventually, Shiler walked up, kissed Falcone's right hand, and said, "... God bless Cat Getan, Godfather."

Shiler turned the emphasis of the last word in his mouth. Falcone heard this subtle difference, but he didn't mind.

No matter how brilliant he was during these forty years, the godfather was really old, and the heir of the Falcone family was far from mature enough.

Falcone thought, perhaps, the kingless era of Cat Getan was about to arrive. ===== CHAPTER 45 =====