Chapter 2011: Can't let them run away!

Dionisio was Claudia's father.

No one expected that he, who had always been very supported, would be resented by the family members of the group members at such a time.

The family members at the scene already had red eyes, but this time it wasn't because of sadness, but because of excitement.

Five million US dollars per person, this money, no matter which country in the world it is placed in, is wealth that the vast majority of people will not earn in a lifetime, or even several lifetimes.

Such a large sum of money made every family member at the scene unable to control the wild joy in the depths of their hearts.

If it were in other industries, it would be difficult for thousands of family members to be bought off by money 100%, but in the gang world, these relatives had psychologically prepared themselves for their family members to die miserably outside the moment they went to join a gang.

Moreover, the mortality rate of gang work itself is very high, and events of acquaintances dying miserably happen every now and then, so everyone became more numb.

It was precisely because of this that everyone took the death of their relatives more lightly.

Now, this compensation of five million US dollars was not only enough to appease the emotions of each of them, but also completely offset the grief in their hearts, allowing each of them to happily and unhesitatingly accept this condition.

Thus, amidst a burst of cheers, everyone reached a simple consensus, which was: get the money, shut up.

Moreover, many people had already begun to plan to leave Canada.

The reason they left Europe and Sicily to make a living in Canada was nothing more than to get rid of poverty, and now, they could return home in glory with a large amount of cash.

Old Godfather Ryan, while helping everyone count the data, listened to them excitedly chatting about their plans to return to Sicily, and couldn't help but sigh, "Beautiful Sicily... my hometown... suddenly has hundreds of households with millions of US dollars in assets. The prices there must be soaring rapidly, right?"

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shed tears.

If these people all returned to Sicily to live a wealthy life, what would his future be?

Could it be that he would have to spend the rest of his life alone in a nursing home in Vancouver?

In the past, his life was taken care of by the brothers of his sons before they died. However, now those people, without exception, had all gone missing.

Only he was left alone, and he was afraid he would have no one to rely on for the rest of his life.

Thinking of this, he looked at the happy appearance of these fellow countrymen from Sicily, and his heart suddenly felt very unfair.

"I lost five sons, but what did I get in exchange? Living in a nursing home alone?!"

"Why?!"

"Why is my fate so miserable, while this group of people can excitedly wait for five million US dollars, or even more money, to arrive?!"

"Moreover, this money was won for them by me, relying on my wisdom and my ability!"

"This is unfair!"

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt that these fellow countrymen from Sicily in front of him suddenly became hateful.

He clenched his fists, hesitated again and again, but still picked up the microphone and said coldly, "Everyone, I believe there is one thing everyone should be able to reach a consensus on, and that is, if it weren't for me, you would never have been able to get such generous compensation, right?!"

Everyone stopped at once and looked up at the old godfather, not knowing what he wanted to say.

However, some sensitive people had already realized something and whispered below, "Damn, this old thing wouldn't want some benefits, would he?!"

Someone immediately whispered in agreement, "This old bastard, his family is all dead, what does he want benefits for? This money was exchanged for my son's life; I won't give him a penny!"

Someone said with some sympathy, "Hey, the old godfather is indeed quite pitiful. If this money arrives, I am personally willing to take out 500 US dollars to help him."

"500?!" Someone mocked, "Francesco, you are too stingy. Only donating 500 US dollars? If it were me, I would give 1,000! If you ask me, why don't we all give the old godfather 1,000 US dollars after getting the compensation? In that case, the old godfather can get about 800,000 US dollars, enough for him to provide for his old age alone."

"1,000?!" The person who previously said he wouldn't give a penny said coldly, "In that case, he only needs to move his mouth to get 800,000 US dollars! Why? My son's life was only exchanged for five million US dollars!"

Just as everyone was arguing about this, the old godfather gritted his teeth and blurted out, "Since you don't speak, I will assume everyone defaults. Since I helped you win so much compensation, you must at least take out 10% of your compensation as my reward! You also know that even if you go to a lawyer to file a lawsuit, the lawyer's commission will not be lower than 30%!"

This sentence immediately triggered a burst of curses.

"Go to hell, you old bastard, you still want 10% of our compensation?!"

"Yes, we gave you face by calling you Old Godfather. If we don't give you face, you are just a lonely old man. Asking you to help is giving you face. You really think you are some godfather?"

"If it weren't for the fact that you lost five sons and are too pitiful, who would take you old thing seriously?"

"Damn, this old thing's heart is so dirty, no wonder not one of his five sons was left! He really deserves it!"

The old godfather heard these insults and was trembling with anger, gritting his teeth and cursing, "If I had known you were such ungrateful things, I shouldn't have helped you fight for it! I should have let you report to the police, and then let you get no compensation at all!"

As he spoke, the old godfather suddenly remembered something and blurted out, "Right! You ungrateful bastards, since you don't agree to my request, I won't ask about this matter anymore. You can go find the superiors for money yourselves!"

Subsequently, the old godfather struggled to sit back in his wheelchair alone, shaking his wheelchair and preparing to leave the church.

A young man immediately jumped out and roared, "Ryan, you can go, but leave your phone behind!"

"Right!" Others immediately echoed, "You can roll away, but the phone must be left behind!" ===== CHAPTER 2012 =====