The Italian-made Leta 92f pistol has long been a source of pride for the Italian Mafia. This lightweight firearm packs a powerful punch, and its impressive kic energy left Antonio’s right ear shattered rather than merely perforated.


    In agony, Antonio clutched his ears and cried out desperately, while Julia, equally distraught, covered her father’s ears with her hands. Angrily, she confronted Charlie, eximing, “Are you out of your mind? Are you a fascist?”


    “Fascist?” Charlie replied with a smirk. “I’m Chinese, so how could I be a fascist? Unlike your father, this esteemed Sicilian might just have some links to Mussolini.”


    With a sharp gaze fixed on Julia, Charlie chastised her sternly, “Listen here, Miss Sicilian. I suggest you be more objective. Your father was the one who intended to kill me first. Just moments ago, he aimed a gun at me, and you all witnessed it. If I hadn’t been quick on my feet, I could have ended up as a mere corpse. Although I shot him twice, I have no desire for his life. Compared to him, I’ve shown remarkable mercy!”


    Julia was momentarily speechless.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Deep down, she recognized that her father’s actions had led to this situation, and in many ways, he was to me.


    However, the man who had been shot was her father, after all. Reluctantly, she defended him, saying, “Even though he tried to kill you, he didn’t actually harm you! You broke one of his legs and shattered his ear! Byparison, you’re the real fascist!”


    Charlie regarded her calmly and asked, “Do you think your statement is objective?”


    Julia, feeling guilty but determined, insisted, “Absolutely it’s objective!”


    “Very well,” Charlie replied, nodding impassively. Suddenly, the gun’s muzzle swept across Antonio’s face, and he pulled the trigger once more!


    Bang!


    Antonio felt a horrifying déjà vu as the sound echoed in his left ear. Reaching up, he discovered his left ear was also bleeding. On the verge of copse, he wailed, “My ear! My ear is gone!”


    Charlie looked at him, then at the terrified Julia, and said coolly, “If I hear even a hint of you excusing your mafia father, I will dismember him. If you continue to defend him, I will chop him into pieces and feed them to the dogs. You can then watch as they devour him while you keep calling me a fascist.” Antonio, hearing this threat, was instantly filled with dread, nearly fainting as he cried to Julia, “My dear daughter, from now on, don’t say a word…”<fnc> ??? ????? ???????s ??? ?????s??? ?? Find[?]ovel</fnc>


    Julia was equally terrified. At her father’s plea, she nodded repeatedly, too frightened to utter another syble.


    Ignoring her, Charlie turned to Antonio and asked, “Will you tell the truth now, or will you keep lying?”


    Antonio, trembling with fear, cried out, “I’ll tell the truth… I’ll tell the truth… My assets are worth approximately over 2 billion U.S. dors… About a quarter is in real estate, another quarter in various fixed assets, and yet another quarter in cash, deposits, stocks, and trusts. They exist in various forms, while the remaining quarter consists of drugs and smuggled goods…”<h3 ss="wp-block-heading has-text-align-center" id="chapter-list"><strong></strong>