The Dragon King is released from prison

"Damn bastard!"

Grote cursed.

The youngest son of the mafia godfather was shot dead at his own party in his own hotel!

The other party chose to take action at this chaotic moment when Alger was spraying champagne.

As the person who was sprayed with champagne, Grote would undoubtedly be drawn into this vortex.

In fact, anyone who was in the hotel today would be drawn into this vortex, but Grote, who faced Alger directly and even had some conflicts with these young people, was the most suspicious.

When the incident first happened, there were screams and chaos at the scene.

The next moment, members of the mafia rushed up to control the situation.

Compared to the local police, the mafia handles such matters more professionally.

At the same time, all the people present were taken away for questioning.

"It was them! They had a conflict with Alger, and Alger ordered us to spray them with champagne! And then this happened!"

Those young people pointed their fingers at Groot and Qi Tian.

Soon, Qi Tian and his companion were surrounded by people, all of whom were mafia members.

"Gentlemen, we need a reasonable explanation!"

"Bullshit explanation!" Groot was furious. "Damn it, let Anthony come over and talk to me! I want to know how he educated his son to spray champagne all over me! Let Anthony come over! Quick!"

The mafia members surrounding Grote looked at each other.

Anthony is the Godfather!

On this island, no one dares to call the Godfather by his name.

Grote saw that several mafia members did not make any move: "Forget it, I'll call Anthony!"

Grote said, reaching for the phone on the table, but was stopped by the mafia member: "Sorry sir, you don't have the right to call now."

"Damn it! Are you mafia guys so rude?"

Grote cursed.

"You should be thankful that we are here to discuss cooperation. Otherwise, with this attitude, you will never see the sun tomorrow!"

Time passed little by little.

Soon, everyone around was taken away by the Mafia, including the young men and women around Alger.

In the entire mountaintop swimming pool, there were only Qi Tian, ​​Grote, and a group of mafia members.

And, floating in the pool, was Alger's body.

There was a sound of footsteps, and all the mafia members surrounding Qi Tian and the other man dispersed, making way for them.

A figure in his sixties appeared in Qi Tian's sight. He was wearing a black suit, a wide-brimmed hat, and holding a cigar in his hand.

"Damn it! Anthony! Your people are so rude! They actually think I'm a murderer!"

Grote saw the other and shouted.

"Indeed." Anthony handed the cigar to the person next to him. "How rude! You treat the richest Grote Patriarch in Europe like this."

The mafia members were all shocked. As Europeans, they had of course heard of Grote's name. Especially after the fall of the Ferrand family, the Grote family became the only dominant family and controlled the European economic system.

On this island, the Godfather has the final say.

But outside this island, although there are mafia groups everywhere in Europe, what they say does not count. Only what the Grote family says counts.

After learning of Groat's identity, the mafia members guarding Groat relaxed a lot. They previously thought that this person was the most suspicious, but now it seems that there is no suspicion.

Anthony walked over slowly. "My friend, I am really surprised that you are here, especially at the scene of my son's death. I heard from them that you had a little conflict with Alger."

"Come on, Anthony." Grote curled his lips. "The more conflicts there are with someone, the less likely they are to be the murderer. I don't need to make myself suspected. Also, I don't need to kill your little son. Not to mention that there is no conflict between our two businesses. Even if there is, do you think your little son is worthy of me doing it myself?"

The mafia members were a little unhappy when they heard this. It was a bit too contemptuous, but if they thought about it carefully, it made sense. After all, the other party was Groot!

Anthony smiled and said, "Groot, that's true, but what if you did it because you guessed I would think so?"

"You guessed that I would think that the more conflicted people are, the less likely they would become murderers. You guessed that I would think that the chief of the Grote clan would not bother to do anything to my little son, so you really did it?"

Grote was stunned, and then asked: "Anthony, what do you mean?"

"Oh my God, my friend." Anthony opened his arms. "I am a father whose son just died. I just want to find the murderer. What else can I do?"

Although Anthony said this, there was no sadness over the death of his son on his face.

The Godfather has so many descendants that sometimes he can't even remember who some of them are.

Grote was about to say something.

Qi Tian on the side said: "Stop talking nonsense, we didn't kill the person."

Anthony glanced up and down at Qi Tian and asked, "How do you prove it?"

"Anthony, that's enough! Enough of the jokes!" Grote stood up. "We didn't kill the man. Do you understand?"

"No, no, no, I just want to ask, how to prove it?" Anthony asked again.

"It's easy to prove." Qi Tian glanced at Groot.

Grote said quickly: "We are here to discuss cooperation."

Qi Tian asked: "Then he needs me to prove it, is there any better way?"

Groot thought for a moment, then sighed: "Okay, but we are here to discuss cooperation."

"Of course, I won't kill him."

The moment Qi Tian finished speaking, he suddenly took a step forward.

The mafia members guarding Anthony didn't have time to react before they saw Anthony being grabbed by the neck and lifted up.

"Don't move!"

"Let him go!"

The next second, almost everyone drew their guns and pointed them at Qi Tian.

Qi Tian just held Anthony's neck like this, not affected by the guns around him at all.

"Does this prove it? If we wanted to kill him, we wouldn't have to go through so much trouble."

Anthony had his neck pinched and was unable to breathe. Qi Tian let him go only when his face turned red.

The moment Qi Tian put Anthony down, more than a dozen guns were pointed at Qi Tian's head.

"Ahem, okay, our distinguished guest who came all the way from Yanxia is just answering my questions. You don't have to be so nervous."

Anthony coughed a few times and waved his hand to let his men put away their guns.

Since Anthony could accurately say the name Yan Xia, he had already guessed Qi Tian's identity.

"Groot, my old friend, you should have contacted me before you came, so that there would be no misunderstanding, right?"