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    It was unexpected that he, who had always enjoyed strong support, would face resentment from the family members of the group at such a moment.


    The rtives present had red eyes, but their emotions were not rooted in sadness; rather, they were filled with excitement.


    A sum of five million dors for a single person is an amount that, in any nation across the globe, represents a fortune that most individuals could never hope to amass in a lifetime—or even over several lifetimes.


    This substantial amount of money made it nearly impossible for those family members at the scene to contain their exhration.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    In many other industries, it would be tough to sway a multitude of family members with financial incentives. However, in the gang world, these rtives had prepared mentally for their loved ones’ tragic deaths the moment they joined the gang.


    Moreover, the gang lifestyle carries a high mortality rate, and the asional tragic death of an acquaintance is something everyone bes somewhat desensitized to.


    Because of this, the rtives tended to downy the loss of their loved ones.


    Now, with the prospect of five million dors inpensation, not only were they appeased, but their grief was entirely overshadowed by the excitement of this financial windfall. They eagerly epted this arrangement without a second thought.


    In the midst of their cheers, a simple agreement emerged: receive the money and stay silent.


    Many individuals were already considering leaving Canada.


    Having fled Europe and Sicily in search of a better life, the chance to return home with a significant sum of cash was appealing.


    As old godfather Ryan listened to their enthusiastic discussions about returning to Sicily, he couldn’t help but sigh, “Beautiful Sicily… my hometown. Suddenly, there will be hundreds of households with millions in US dor assets. The prices there are bound to skyrocket, right?”<fnb9ca> ???s ??????? ?s ?????? ?? Find_Novel(.</fnb9ca>


    He found himself shedding tears at the thought.


    If these people returned to Sicily to live prosperous lives, what would be of him?


    Was he destined to spend his days alone in a nursing home in Vancouver?


    In the past, his sons had been there to help care for him, but now they were all gone.


    Left alone, he feared he would have no support for the rest of his life.


    This thought made him nce at the joyous faces of those around him and feel a deep sense of unfairness.


    “I’ve lost five sons, but what have I gained? A solitary existence in a nursing home?!”


    “Why?!”


    “Why is my fate so tragic while this group awaits five million dors—or even more?!”


    “And this money was earned through my wisdom and effort!”


    “It’s simply not fair!”


    As he reflected on this, he found the faces of his fellow countrymen from Sicily increasingly distasteful.


    Clenching his fists, he hesitated before taking the microphone and stating coldly, “Everyone, I believe we can all agree that without me, you would never have received such a generouspensation, correct?!”


    The crowd fell silent, looking up at the old godfather, unsure of his intentions.


    However, some perceptive individuals began murmuring below, “Damn, this old man isn’t trying to pull something, is he?!”


    One voice quickly joined in, “This old coot, with everyone in his family gone, what does he have left? My son’s life earned this money, and I won’t part with a cent!”


    Another chimed in with a hint of sympathy, “Hey, the old godfather is truly pitiful. If the moneyes through, I might donate five hundred dors to support him.”


    “Five hundred?” someone scoffed. “Francisco, you’re being too stingy! I’ll contribute a thousand! Honestly, we should all chip in after receiving ourpensation. If we give the old godfather one thousand, he could get over $800,000—enough for him to retirefortably.”


    “One thousand?!” the man who had previously refused to give anything retorted angrily. “If that’s the case, he could just talk his way into $800,000! Why should my son’s life be reduced to a mere five million dors?!”


    In the midst of these exchanges, the old godfather, his patience wearing thin, dered, “If you remain silent, I’ll take it as your agreement. Since I helped you secure thispensation, you should at least give me ten percent as my reward! You all know that even awyer would take at least thirty percent!”


    This statement sparked a wave of outrage.


    “F*ck you, old man! You want ten percent of ourpensation?!”


    “Sure, I might call you ‘old godfather’ for courtesy’s sake, but if I don’t owe you anything, you’re just a lonely old man. I asked you for help to give you respect. What do you think, that you’re some sort of godfather?”


    “Honestly, if we didn’t feel sorry for you having lost five sons, who would even care about an old man like you?”


    “Damn, this old man’s heart is so ck. No wonder he has no sons left! He deserves it!”


    Hearing these insults, the old godfather felt his anger rise, and he snapped, “If I had known you were such ungrateful wretches, I wouldn’t have lifted a finger to help you! I should have let you go to the police and received nothing!”


    Suddenly, he had a thought and eximed, “Yes! You ungrateful bastards! Since you refuse my request, I won’t concern myself with this matter anymore. Go home and ask for your money yourself!”


    With that, he struggled to return to his wheelchair, preparing to leave the church by propelling himself forward.


    A young man jumped up and shouted, “Ryan, you can go, but leave your phone!”


    “Yes!” others chimed in. “You can leave, but the phone stays!”


    Everyone was aware that the old godfather used his phone tomunicate with Shangjia, and that the email address sent by Shangjia was saved on it. Furthermore, to receivepensation, each family needed topile a list ording to Shangjia’s requirements, record a video to verify their identity and the identity of the missing member, and finally provide their bank ount information to await payment.


    If the old godfather left now, it would jeopardize everyone’s ns to profit!


    Understanding this, Ryan pressed the phone beneath him and replied angrily, “Aren’t you all capable? Then go talk to them yourselves! I will not hand over my phone!”


    The young man rushed forward, blocking his path and saying fiercely, “If you don’t hand over your phone, you won’t be leaving!”


    “That’s right!”


    Another group of young men surrounded the old godfather, shouting angrily, “Hand over your phone!”


    Seeing this, the old godfather yelled, “If any of you dare to touch me, I’ll call the police!”


    The crowd froze, unsure of how to respond.


    Ryan couldn’t help but smirk at their fearful expressions.


    He knew that calling the police was their weak point.


    As long as they approached the police, they would receive nothing inpensation.


    If they couldn’t profit, then neither would he!


    So, he barked at the young men who blocked him, “Get out of my way! I’ll give you three hours to consider my terms. If you want to ept,e find me at the nursing home!”


    With that, he maneuvered his wheelchair and slowly began to exit.


    The young men dared not confront him and stepped aside.


    Yet, their expressions were filled with anger.


    The old godfather had long since stopped caring; he was determined to make a point and settle the score for the rest of his life.


    At that moment, a sharp gunshot rang out in the church!


    “Boom!”


    The old godfather’s forehead erupted in a spray of red and white, and his head dropped lifelessly, signaling his end.


    Everyone turned to see a young man standing behind the old godfather, a dark pistol in hand.


    As realization dawned, the young man shouted, “What are you all staring at?! If this old man calls the police, we’re all done for!”


    Suddenly, the crowd sprang into action, and someone yelled, “Quick, grab his phone!”


    As several priests witnessed the murder unfold, they cried out for the Virgin Mary and prepared to flee.


    One sharp-eyed individual shouted, “Stop the priests! We can’t let them escape!”