Luke, who has left the inn, didn't know that Malèna, who stayed in the room, had lost herself in his thoughts.

He took Howling Commandos with him, left the town first, and walked around the coastline several times. ​​

After mapping out the guard positions and defensive forces of the barracks stationed around the area, he returned to the Bronze Bell Tavern.

In the backyard, there were dozens of strong young men standing around.

"These are the best fighters in the family! They all have good and accurate marksmanship and are willing to die for the family!"

Alessandro didn't take the initiative to mention the constable's 'accident', which was simply a trivial matter.

The Mafia had always been good at those kinds of things.

The constable, who looked like a fat pig, went to his mistress's house once a week.

Alessandro just told his people to secretly do something to his car so that it could be disguised as brake failure. The car skidded, and 'unfortunately' fell off the cliff with the person still inside.

Anyway, there were no surveillance cameras these days. It is impossible to find clues and find the murderer.

"They are Camorra family's 'army, or your 'army'?"

He asked faintly.

"Of course, it's mine! But now it's yours, Mr. Corleone!"

Don Alessandro seemed to have thought of the answer a long time ago. He shouted at the top of his lungs, "This is Mr. Vito Corleone. His father is Sicilian. Because of the cruel persecution from Mussolini, the dictator and executioner, he had to leave his homeland and wander around!"

"Now, Mr. Corleone has a successful career. He has returned to his homeland with bread and wine, guns and bullets!"

"Starting from today! We are no longer members of the Camorra family! There is only one person to whom I owe allegiance, and that is Mr. Corleone!"

Luke quietly watched Alessandro's performance, seeing him say he was Sicilian without even blinking, trying to exaggerate the helplessness and anger of being persecuted and uprooted from his homeland.

He could only say that the future generation owes this man an Oscar!

'Sure enough, acting and lying are skills that any superior must be proficient in. '

Luke sighed with emotion.

Although Alessandro was in front of him, flattering him like a jester and as humble as a bootlicker.

But, it was because Luke represented the Allies behind him, in addition to the three defeats, - he had made this Mafia leader bow his head.

Because of this, Luke didn't really feel contempt for Alessandro. Even the most docile wolf would eat people when it's hungry.

Once you let your guard down, you might get bitten at some point.

"You are not standing here today to serve me. The name Vito Corleone is just a stranger to you..."

Luke's eyes swept over the people standing in the backyard, some of whom Alessandro had recruited as gunmen, others as Mafia hitmen.

These young people, who he had never met, might not have any loyalty to him.

But they were subservient to the family leader, power, and status.

It is a centuries-old tradition of the Mafia to be loyal to the family and never betray.

Although it's said that the American Mafia, which has its roots in North America, is on the verge of forgetting these outdated traditional rules, this is still very useful in Sicily.

When Mussolini launched his Mafia purge, he arrested thousands of suspects and tortured them.

Whipping, pulling off fingernails, or even electrocution, - all kinds of brutal torture. Even so, few people dared to betray their families.

Even so, in defiance of fascism and Mussolini.

According to different factions and families, the Mafia has set up assassination teams, with leading members acting as assassins.

These men called themselves the 'Honor Association' and targeted senior Nazi officials and officers for assassination.

The Mafia was chosen as an informant by the Strategic Science Reserve precisely because of their violent elements, and they weren't afraid of Mussolini's government and could be easily bought.

Luke looked around. Surprisingly, he was younger than many of the people in the backyard.

However, the intense atmosphere brought by the Superman card formed a pronounced sense of oppression, like a mountain peak pressing down on the hearts of the people.

The crowd was silent, and no one made any noise.

"Your loyalty towards me is for the honor of the Mafia family, the betterment of your family, and future!"

"Before Mussolini came to power, the police had to grovel to you, and even the constable had to be respectful, but now? They could randomly drag any one of you into prison as a suspect and then hang you at the square to be shot..."

"This dictatorship is trampling on the dignity of every Mafia member and insulting the honor of each one of you! It's time to rise and fight like a real man. Even if you bleed to death, at least you can get the glory and dignity!"

Luke's voice was calm, passionate, and full of emotion like a speech, not different from what he usually talks.

But when it reached the ears of the crowd, it seemed like every word was full of power.

They can't help but feel their blood boiling!

Even Alessandro, who was standing by, felt the same!

The fierce face, full of beard, was full of excitement as if it had recovered its lost youth.

'Constantine's 'Expert in Deception' is easy to use. I need to exchange a few more in the future, in case of an emergency.'

Luke had exchanged Constantine's skill card in the shop with the reputation he had saved these couple of days.

The demon exorcist, who spent many years professionally backstabbing his team members and was nicknamed 'The World's Greatest Con Man', had the devil on his left shoulder and an angle on his right one.

From the Justice League, to the supervillains, many people have been conned by him.

'Be careful when Constantine becomes your team member; it often means the death flag is flying over your head!'

However, even though he was a con man that could con people, and his skills were first class, in the future, he would simply go and be a top lecturer in a particular school for gifted children!

When it comes to stirring up emotions and conning people to death, he was probably only a little worse than the Führer of the Axis Powers!

"Today, I am not asking you to fight for me, the family and honor; But also, for yourself!"

"To overturn the Apennine Peninsula! Let the Mafia and the name of the Corleone family resound through Sicily again! Prove that you are not cowards but brave fighters!"