Yorknew City.
Emerald Brilliance Hotel.
Inside a luxurious private room on the thirty-sixth floor.
A man in his prime was intently looking at the report in his hand, with a phone beside him, ready to answer calls at any moment.
At the door of the room, one could see mafia bodyguards wearing black suits and sunglasses.
Inside the room, several other mafia members were sitting together, occasionally talking in low voices.
"Boss, didn't you say we were going back in the next few days?
Why are we still here?"
A mafia member asked.
Another member beside him also nodded in agreement: "Exactly, the auction has been over for so long, how much longer do the people from the Ritz family need to talk?"
Hearing this, the man in his prime raised his head, frowned, and reminded them: "Shut up, we just need to follow along.
Those big shots are not people we can provoke, we are just minor characters responsible for handling miscellaneous tasks."
Although their Nostra Family controls the underground mafia forces of a small city, in front of truly large mafia families, they are just small figures who can be easily crushed.
In a place where big shots are everywhere, they can only handle miscellaneous tasks.
Hearing the Boss say this, the members who had spoken could only pout and shift their attention back to their entertainment before them.
At this moment, a shout came from the inner room.
"Daddy, come quickly, Daddy!"
"Boss, Miss is calling you."
A mafia member standing at the door smiled and reminded him.
Leon stood up and smiled helplessly: "I should have known not to bring her."
"It's rare for Miss to come out and play, it's fine."
The subordinate who had spoken just now responded with a smile.
Leon doted on his daughter very much, especially after his wife passed away.
There were important matters to discuss at this auction, requiring a stay for a considerable amount of time, and unable to resist his daughter's repeated pleas, he had no choice but to bring her along.
Leon adjusted his slightly tired expression and walked into the room.
The TV in the room seemed to still be playing some late-night entertainment channel, and his daughter was leaning on the table, writing and drawing something she didn't know.
"Daddy, come quickly!"
His daughter waved her hand and smiled, beckoning him over.
Leon showed a doting smile, walked over, and gently rubbed his daughter's head: "So, Neon, it's so late, what's the matter?
Also, you should go to sleep now."
"Right away, right away!"
Neon waved her hand and said eagerly.
She pulled her father to sit opposite her at the table.
"Daddy, quickly tell me your birthday, be specific, and your blood type, I'll tell your fortune for you, I just learned it!"
Neon showed a brilliant smile, like a child showing off a new toy.
Leon smiled helplessly, he never refused this kind of warm and interesting parent-child interaction.
He honestly sat down opposite the table and looked at his daughter, saying: "So, my lovely little fortune teller, what do you want to predict for Daddy?"
"Just predict the future, how about predicting the future of this month?
Quickly tell me, your birthday."
"Okay, okay."
Leon replied with a smile.
This was just a relaxing little game, there was no need to spoil his daughter's fun.
As Leon reported his birthday and blood type, his daughter picked up a pen, her whole person suddenly became somewhat sluggish, her movements stiff as she raised her hand and began to write on the paper.
This scene made Leon frown slightly, but seeing that his daughter was indeed writing seriously, he didn't pay much more attention.
After the writing was completed, the unusual state just now seemed to be just an illusion.
"Quick, quick, quick, I've finished writing, it's a prediction of the future!"
Saying this, Neon handed the paper over.
Leon said with a smile: "Read it to Daddy."
This could further enhance parent-child interaction.
Who knew Neon shook her head very seriously: "No, fortune tellers cannot look at their own predictions, otherwise it won't be accurate."
"Okay."
Leon didn't insist either, took the paper, and started reading.
Don't tell me, what was written was actually quite something.
Written on the paper was:
[When the bell of the seventh night tolls, a black envelope will fall into your palm.
Follow the jackal you cannot disobey towards the east, follow silently, and bring your henchmen.]
[The newborn beast dislikes carrion and chains, and you are also one of those disliked.
If you speak with a tongue hiding poison, the striking sharp claws will be swung towards you.]
[Fragile life will be preserved, but unforgettable pain is unavoidable.
Gilded lies are collapsing stairs, only truth can build a towering life.]
[The money-slave beast asks you, it is time for a choice.
Spit out information and fall into unchanging decay, or break free from shackles and look towards the farther blue sky.]
This mystical prophetic poem, when read, really gives one the feeling of predicting the future.
Leon read it carefully, after all, it was his daughter's work, and it was truly not easy to write such content in such a short time.
Leon smiled, folded the paper, and put it into his pocket, after all, this was given to him by his daughter.
He gently patted Neon's head and glanced at his watch: "It's almost twelve o'clock, it's time to sleep."
Neon didn't resist either, she did look a bit tired, and nodded: "Okay, I'll sleep now.
When are we going home?"
Having stayed here for several months, Neon was also a bit tired of it and started to miss her home.
"Soon, soon, it should be possible this month."
Leon said this verbally, but in reality, he couldn't give an accurate answer, after all, he was just a minor character who came with the large family.
Leon closed the door and returned to the sofa.
"It's so late, you guys should also go back to your rooms to rest, there are still things to be busy with tomorrow."
Hearing the Boss's command, the other mafia members nodded one after another, stood up, opened the door, and went to the adjacent room to rest.
Only one or two members remained here, guarding with guns, ready to protect the Boss's safety at any time.
Although Leon was just a small fry among the large families above, in front of these subordinates, he was still a high and mighty leader.
He rubbed his head, and just as he was about to rest, the phone on the table suddenly rang.
Leon quickly walked over, picked up the phone, and quickly answered after seeing the caller ID.
"Hello, yes, yes, I will be prepared."
After hanging up the phone, Leon glanced at the time, it was exactly twelve o'clock.
He had thought it was a call notifying them to prepare to leave, but he didn't expect there was a small task at the end.
The call notified him to bring two subordinates and go do something with the people from the large family tomorrow.
Only bringing two people, it was probably just to have him there to make up the numbers, or to give him a chance to gain experience.
Having experienced this kind of thing many times, Leon didn't pay too much attention to it.
Anyway, the leader was the Boss from above.
It was so late, he really should rest.
Speaking of which, is today Sunday?
This thought inexplicably popped into his mind.