Half-step Purgatory

Durin stroked the black cat on the armrest of his chair, sitting on the black leather sofa. Through the glasses perched on his nose, his gaze passed over the long table in front of him and settled on the man kneeling on the carpet:
"I understand, you've made money in Naples, your business has been very successful, and you've led a happy life. You've had those secret police, friends in both the law and the underground, and even the Royal Family speaking on your behalf."
"You don't need a friend like me, I know that. You're afraid of owing me a favor, and you don't want to get involved in troubles."
"But now you come to me and say, 'I beg you, Mr. Durin of the Corleon family, please help me seek justice, so that my life and my family will not suffer and sink into despair.'
Yet, in your eyes, I was nothing more than a second-rate artist involved in movies and music. Even at the brink of death, you still show me such disrespect, not even willing to call me by my title... Keeper of Secrets."

Durin's Diary

Zaiyigu was lighting a cigarette and didn't immediately notice the situation in the car window, but when Rota shouted, he, who had squatted in trenches with Zaiyigu before, threw his lighter away and began drawing his gun.


When the gun fired, the gun Zaiyigu drew was already aimed at the driver's position, who didn't react at all before his head was blown open by a bullet.


Then Zaiyigu leaned against the car body, aiming the gun at a stranger in the back seat, who hadn't managed to pull the gun barrel out of Rota's hand before Zaiyigu blew his head apart with a shot.


Zaiyigu fired another round at each of the targets, then placed the gun on the car hood and pulled out Rota.


His face was extremely pale, and he had gunshot wounds on his lower abdomen and legs, with the blood unstoppable.


"Get the medical kit from my back car!" Zaiyigu yelled at his brother: "Pull out the car keys! Use it to open it!"


Chapter 339: Only the Path Ahead