Anti-hero of a certain comic

If you want to choose the most famous restaurant in Star City, it must be the "Arc de Triomphe", where guests can enjoy the most authentic French meals, warm and welcoming service, and a very stylish dining environment.

It is precisely because of this that the Arc de Triomphe has always been favored by professional food critics. It is always listed in the Michelin restaurant guide list and is among the first recommended.

It is so famous that it is naturally difficult to book a table. As the first choice of the upper class, if you are not rich enough, or your clothes are disheveled and your status is low, you will definitely be stopped by the doorman with a smile on his face.

For the upper-class Liuu elite, this is the best place for socializing and banquets, a place of wealth that demonstrates identity and status; but in the eyes of ordinary people, there is a natural chasm here, which is a huge gap that requires the hard work of almost two generations to make up. gap.

A black car parked in front of the Arc de Triomphe restaurant, and a young man with a tall body and thin cheeks got out of the car.

He has short black hair, deep and three-dimensional facial features, and a tough temperament like a marble statue. There is a soft smile at the corner of his mouth, which dilutes the hint of coldness.

The doormen standing on both sides of the restaurant door knew that the other person was a big shot without thinking too much.They receive elites from the upper class every day and have long developed a pair of sharp eyes.

This young man is leaning on a silver cane that does not match his age. Under the black woolen coat of fine fabrics, there is a hand-customized three-piece suit, low-key but luxurious silver cufflinks, and a limited edition vintage watch on his wrist. Two He was wearing shiny leather shoes, as well as the driver and bodyguard who got out of the car early.

This kind of magnanimity and pomp is not something that ordinary wealthy children can possess.Those playboys who rely on the shadow of their fathers to enjoy a dissolute life can only travel with a driver at most.

"Mr. White, the Arc de Triomphe belongs only to you today."

The restaurant manager strode forward and welcomed the young man through the door. Then he greeted the doorman and hung a "Closed" sign at the door.

Obviously, this most famous fine restaurant in Star City has been booked out.

Leo White.

After Oliver Queen, who has been missing for five years, he is the second lucky person to be called the "Son of Star City".

Compared to the former, who has a poor reputation, Leo is more in line with everyone's definition of a proud man. He comes from a privileged background, graduated from a prestigious school, has never appeared in any tabloids, has always been reclusive, and rarely appears in public.

This low-key style has quietly cast a layer of mystery on the sole heir of the White family.

According to gossip, many ladies and ladies in the upper class are secretly betting on who can win the favor of this "young hermit" and take the position of future hostess of the White family.

"Thank you, I need a quiet environment. Also, please help me tell Mr. Schmidt that the White family is grateful for his help. I will compensate for all the losses to the restaurant today."

Leo showed a friendly smile, gentle and polite.

Then, under the respectful gaze of the restaurant manager, he climbed up to the second floor where the distinguished guests were entertained.

This Arc de Triomphe restaurant is not in vain. The decoration is unique. It does not use splendid and luxurious styles. Instead, it has thick bronze tones, soft lighting, and gentle music flowing in the air. It is indeed elegant and comfortable.

Leo climbed to the second floor and was stopped by two sturdy bodyguards at the entrance of the stairs.

They looked at the followers behind them with wary and haughty eyes. It didn't look like a simple, relaxed and friendly meeting.

"William, wait here."

Leo took off his black woolen coat and handed it to the driver along with his cane. He walked calmly through the two bodyguards and walked unhurriedly to the middle of the second floor, pulled out a chair and sat down.

"Leo, my dear nephew, you are late."

Sitting in his seat, the immobile middle-aged man took a sip of wine, pulled off the giant claws of the Alaskan king crab with both hands, broke open the red shell, and started to feast.

From beginning to end, he never raised his eyes to look at the young man sitting opposite.

"Uncle Anthony, tomorrow is your birthday. I was busy picking out gifts and wasted a little time."

Leo smiled warmly and brightly. He placed the gift box on the table and rested his hands on the armrests of the seat casually.

This central location has always been loved by the big shots.

The sight is wide and the surroundings are unobstructed. It seems to be the throne at the core, symbolizing invisible power and giving people a silent sense of satisfaction.

It seems that in such a huge restaurant, only by sitting in this position in the restaurant can you feel like a real person in power.

"Leo, I'm sorry about your father. Maybe I shouldn't say it at this time, but you have to understand that not all families are affectionate."

Anthony, who had a beard and a rather rugged appearance, chewed on the snow-white crystal crab meat and enjoyed the food without any distractions.

He threw a slice of lemon into his mouth and said in a vague voice: "The White family has been rooted in Star City for hundreds of years. From Portuguese navigators to Spanish colonists, no matter how the city goes through ups and downs, it has always stood firm. .”

"Later, our ancestors made a fortune during the Mexican War and bought a sawmill. It was the most correct decision for the White family. Thanks to the blessing of the goddess of luck, who would have thought that there would be gold buried underground."

Anthony sucked the lemon juice and glanced at Leo, who was listening quietly, with a look of contempt in his eyes.

"After the gold rush era began, the White family was already rich. We participated in the construction of the railway connecting Star City to the East Coast, opened factories, and bought a large amount of farmland and fishing boats. Now, half of the cargo ships in Star City's port are emblazoned with White name."

"Respect our ancestors."

Leo picked up the wine glass and said softly.

Anthony ignored him. He leaned back on his chair and looked at the young man in front of him, who was only 24 years old. Reluctance and jealousy surged in his eyes involuntarily.

The White family uses a lion as its emblem. How can it be led by a sheep?

"Such a large estate is enough to make many people excited. Your father just passed away, and you need someone to take charge of the overall situation for you."

Anthony didn't have much patience, so he simply said, "Many elders in the family have recommended me to take over temporarily, thinking that I will hand over the family business to you when you have enough ability."

"We are family members, sharing the same blood. We will never betray you. Trust me, uncle, I will never harm you."

"Did you tell my father the same thing a week ago?" Leo sipped the wine, the smile on his face unchanged. "After shooting him in the heart, did you look into his eyes and say Family members are blood relatives and will never betray you.”

Anthony paused while biting the crab meat, his eyelids twitched suddenly, and then he raised his head and looked straight at Leo.

"Dear Uncle Anthony, you don't need to look so ugly. This matter is not difficult to investigate. You and my father had differences a long time ago. You coveted Star City's hugely profitable business, smuggling, drug trafficking, and the street girl. You wish you could be in the White family's house. A puddle of piss on the lion badge, please forgive the vulgar description."

"A month ago, you had a private meeting with Martin Summers, the underworld lord of Star City. He longed for the friendship of the White family and the acceptance of the upper class. If a gang boss can communicate with the mayor, district attorney, and Congress, The congressman is chatting and laughing, who will dare to touch him in the future?"

Leo's face was calm, his gentle smile disappeared little by little, and his young face gradually became cold, like a rock standing in the deep sea.

"During this period, the Triad gang also came to look for you. They control the smuggling business in Star City. Once the seeds of ambition that require the protection of big shots sprout, they can no longer be suppressed. You are moved, aren't you, Uncle Anthony?"

"Instead of leaving the family business in the hands of a young child, wouldn't it be the best outcome for you to take power and become the respected Sir Anthony White?"

Leo said in an aria-like tone. He looked at Uncle Anthony with bulging veins, his eyes were calm and there was no wave at all.

"Dear nephew, now that you know some truths, don't tell them."

Anthony took a deep breath to suppress the anger and a trace of undetectable fear and nervousness in his heart.

He has already taken care of the whole family and has finalized cooperation with the Triads. Whether it is internal support or external strength, he has everything in hand.

How can a kid who just returned to Star City from Metropolis make a comeback?

"You're stupid, uncle."

Leo said these words indifferently.

He pushed the gift box at hand, raised his eyebrows, and said, "This is your birthday gift. Open it and take a look."