Chapter 808: Expired Strategies Are Deadly (Part 2)

The failure of the previous day did not make Savage feel discouraged. After all, the Falcone family was the largest mafia family in all of Cat Getan, with overwhelming power. If they were that easy to deal with, Savage would only think he had encountered a trap.

Savage decided to go back and wander around the area again to confirm that he hadn't found the wrong location yesterday. In any case, with the lantern, he could leave at any time, and even if he didn't have a way to leave, he didn't think a few mafia members could beat him.

Savage possessed extremely strong combat skills, and his physical fitness was beyond what an average human could compare to. His reaction speed, agility, and physical flexibility had all reached their peak.

This time, he had also learned to be smart. To prevent teleporting directly into the cold storage like last time, he chose the landing spot in the street next to this one, and facts proved that his choice was correct.

As soon as Savage landed, he saw the opposite street brightly lit. He thought that was his destination; after all, an entertainment street should be lit up all night like this.

However, upon walking closer, he discovered that the source of the light was not neon signs, and those patrolling the streets were not security guards at the entrance of nightclubs.

The shining lights came from searchlights on armored vehicles, and those patrolling the streets were fully armed elite mafia thugs. If this were truly a game, the levels above everyone's heads would not be lower than level 100.

If there were only these mafia thugs, Savage would not be afraid, because the flow of people here was not dense, and he could completely push his way through.

The problem was that every mafia member was fully armed; not only did they have automatic weapons, but some also had rocket launchers. Groups of three surrounded the combat vehicles, and even more exaggeratedly, a light tank was parked at the end of the road.

Just as Savage was peering over there, he saw a helicopter land on the roof, and a short, thin figure walked down from the helicopter.

A tall mafia thug beside him took out a megaphone and shouted: "Uninvited guest who trespassed on the Falcone family's territory last night, you have already broken the rules. If you don't want your gang and family to be implicated, come over and talk. God will always bless you..."

Savage saw that the short figure who walked down from the helicopter followed the rooftop door into the building, and he did this on purpose, actually just to tell the other party that they could meet him inside that building.

This was a very obvious trap, and generally, no one would fall for it. However, Savage himself didn't need to intercept the Falcone family's goods; he came here actually just to find the younger Falcone to have a talk.

From the information, he learned that the Godfather's family was not known for being barbaric; on the contrary, the Italians in Cat Getan liked to talk things over with people.

If the negotiation step was skipped and guns were fired directly, it would be considered impolite by peers, and even mafia families that were not Italian mafia began to do the same. The upper echelons of the entire Cat Getan mafia were very civilized.

Knowing this piece of news, Savage felt he had victory in his grasp. As long as he could see the younger Falcone, he was confident he could persuade him to oppose his father.

Savage suddenly appeared outside the door of that building. The few bodyguards at the door instantly pointed their guns at him. Savage raised his head and said: "I am the person your boss is looking for. Take me in."

Although Savage didn't have many movements, his image was majestic. His aura was very strong, and this way of appearing was shocking enough.

The mafia members looked at each other, unable to make up their minds. But at this moment, a waiter walked out from the building, bowed to Savage, and said: "Please come in, sir. Mr. Oswald has been waiting for you for a long time."

After speaking, he led the way in front, and Savage followed him forward.

When passing through the main gate, Savage frowned slightly. The other party had no intention of searching him at all, and even the lantern he was holding directly in his hand was ignored by no one.

From the moment he entered this building, not a single gun was pointed at him. The mafia members in suits and leather shoes standing in the stairwell were all looking straight ahead. The waiter smiled the whole way to the door and even carefully opened the door for him.

In Savage's impression, the mafia were incomparably chaotic. They were in groups of three or two, shouting and yelling, shouting loudly on the street when they had nothing to do, pointing guns at others' heads, and grabbing others' collars.

The high-end ones were just like rats engaging in smuggling and drug trafficking, scurrying around the streets, and simply couldn't be brought to the table.

Actually, his impression was not wrong. In most places in this world, the mafia were like this. In order to make more money, there was no need to wear a hypocritical mask for too long. In the end, it was still a life-or-death confrontation.

And the reason why the Cat Getan mafia could maintain such a decent posture was that this cake was really too big. Their cooperative relationship was far greater than their competitive relationship. Even if there was friction, it was just small bumps at the bottom.

People at the bottom fought over things, but when the bosses sat together, lit a cigar, had a drink, and said "the people at the bottom don't understand things," the matter was over.

After returning to their respective homes, they would not be angry that their subordinates failed to win the grab; they would only feel that such behavior was impolite, broke the rules, and caused them to lose face.

Because they simply didn't look down on the little benefits that the people at the bottom were fighting for. In an era where resources were not yet exhausted and the upward channel was very wide, for the Cat Getan mafia, rules and face were greater than heaven.

Savage discovered that the aura he had tensed up was of no use. The mafia here followed stricter rules.

After he walked in, what he saw was a short man, or rather, a boy. Cobblepot took a handkerchief out of his suit pocket, covered his mouth, coughed twice, and said: "Hello, this gentleman, how should I address you?"

"Vandal Savage." Savage reported his name directly. Cobblepot nodded, walked up, looked up at Savage, and said: "Then, Mr. Savage, can you tell me why you appeared on this street yesterday?"

"What is your relationship with the younger Falcone?" Savage did not answer Cobblepot's question directly but raised another question.

Cobblepot narrowed his eyes slightly but did not show an expression of surprise. He said: "Mr. Savage, it seems you came prepared. Let's be direct, what do you want to do?"

"I want to talk to the younger Falcone." Savage looked into Cobblepot's eyes and said: "If you are his subordinate, I hope you can contact him for me. Believe me, I will bring him good news."

"But you brought him bad news first. You broke into the Falcone family's territory, alarmed everyone here, and until now you still refuse to state your purpose..."

"My purpose is just to find the younger Falcone to have a talk." Savage said directly.

Cobblepot took a deep breath. He felt that he couldn't talk to a moron. Why did this tall man in front of him just not understand what he was saying?

Having been in the upper echelons of the mafia for a long time, everyone had unspoken rules. No matter what reason you were there for, no matter how urgent the situation was, breaking into another family's territory at will was not allowed. Therefore, you must take a step back first before the conversation could continue.

Generally speaking, if this kind of thing happened, the person involved would go to find someone of a higher level in the other family to apologize in person.

And if it were the bosses of two relatively large families, they would make an appointment to eat at the mansion of the family at fault. If the matter was very troublesome, they would also invite a third family, or even the Godfather, to come to the dining table to clarify this problem.

But no matter what, the party that didn't follow the rules first was definitely in the wrong. And this Savage still seemed like he couldn't understand human language. Taking a step back didn't mean asking you to bow and scrape to apologize, but just saying "God bless the Godfather."

Looking at Savage again, Cobblepot discovered that the clothing he was wearing had some ethnic colors. Although the style was relatively unique, the materials were very expensive, which showed that the other party was not a street punk who didn't know the rules.

Of course, he also saw that Savage was an outsider. Outsiders could not know the rules, but the problem was, an outsider who had just come to Cat Getan and wasn't even familiar with the rules, opening his mouth to see the only son of the Falcone family—was he crazy?

Cobblepot was a bit impatient, but he still intended to fulfill his duty and probe one last time. If the other party still couldn't understand the secret code, then he could only turn against him and drive him away.

As for seeing Alberto? Stop joking. This young Godfather was still in a fit of anger because he was disturbed from his rest last night. Cobblepot didn't want to provoke him.

Alberto and Yin Wensi were two completely opposite people. Alberto was exactly the same as the Godfather when he was young. Now, with two Godfathers and two great mountains, Cobblepot had to be cautious in his words and actions. After all, he still had to repeat the glory of the Oswald family and go a step further.

He didn't want to offend Alberto for a lunatic who didn't know where he came from. Seeing that Savage wouldn't talk, he waved his hand and said: "Mr. Savage, since you feel there is nothing to talk about with the Falcone family, then let's stop here today... Send the guest away."

After speaking, he turned to leave, but Savage snorted coldly and said: "You will regret your words and actions today."

At this time, Cobblepot suddenly turned back, staring coldly into Savage's eyes and saying: "What did you say?"

Savage did not repeat it, just stared at Cobblepot. He was used to such intimidating means, but he forgot that he was no longer the great king who dominated the Eurasian continent. In Cat Getan, there was only one king, and the Godfather would never accept any threats.

As Cobblepot waved his hand, guns and cannons were set up. The roar of the armed helicopter outside the floor-to-ceiling window was like a storm descending. Countless gun barrels were aimed at this room. Before the exchange of fire even began, the smell of gunpowder became thick.

But just at this moment, footsteps came from outside the door. Alberto walked into the room, then paused at the door, straightened his tie, did not look at Savage, but looked at Cobblepot and said:

"Don't be like this, Cobblepot. Guests coming from afar are guests. Let's listen to what this gentleman has to say to me..." ===== CHAPTER 809 =====