Anti-hero of a certain comic

The black car drove out of Star City and arrived at the suburban villa area. The bright car lights swept across the tree-lined road, and tall trees stood upright on both sides.

A row of standing houses can be vaguely seen in the distance. They are dotted among the low hills in an orderly manner, surrounded by green lawns and dense trees.

Generally speaking, the wealthy people in Star City prefer to live in the suburbs rather than in the noisy high-rise buildings in the city.

Because this way they can have a bigger house and a more beautiful garden, and they don't have to take the urban subway and bus facilities. They have dedicated drivers to pick them up and drop them off, which is more convenient than living in the city center.

In addition, the security situation in the city itself is much poorer and the crime rate is higher. Therefore, wealthy people who love to enjoy life have always favored villa areas in the suburbs.

You can often hold parties or barbecues here without having to worry about your next door neighbor calling you a nuisance. It also has a more comfortable natural environment and good private space.

"Good evening, Mr. Portinard."

The car stopped at the door of a large luxury villa. Leo walked across the front lawn and rang the doorbell.

"I'm sorry to have you travel across half of Star City. No need to be so polite, just call me Frank."

Surprisingly, the leader of the local mafia is actually not too old, probably in his 40s, and he is considered to be in the prime of life.

He is neither sinister and cold-hearted as a gangster, nor is he full of violence and fierceness.

Frank Botinard is more like an approachable and successful businessman or a well-educated university professor than a gangster.

These days, bad guys look like good guys.

Leo complained silently in his heart.

"Listen to Lawyer Anderson, you want to see me"

Under the guidance of Frank Potinard, Leo walked into the living room and sat on the moderately soft leather sofa behind him.

The reason why he came to see Frank Potinard today was because the mafia leader took the initiative to invite him.

"I'm very grateful that you agreed to this meeting. You know, the wealthy families in Star City are reluctant to mess with people like me, as if it would lower their status."

Frank couldn't help but complain as he handed over a glass of bourbon.

Rich families like the Quinn family and the Merlin family really don't look down on Frank Potinard very much, even if he is the leader of the local mafia.

On the one hand, in Star City, everything from the city hall to the police station and prosecutor's office is controlled and influenced by them, and their contacts and social circles are quite broad.

In comparison, the gangsters who roam the streets seem inferior, and those illegal businesses that seem to be huge profits are even less worth mentioning in the eyes of capital groups.

On the other hand, mafia groups that lack the support of upper-level forces are like duckweeds without roots.

If a big shot is really offended, the police can be dispatched in a minute to launch an anti-gang operation and eliminate them like garbage.

In Leo's vague memory, the construction company under the name of Frank Portinard wanted to cooperate with Quinn Consolidated Enterprises, but was rejected time and time again.

If this were placed in Gotham, I'm afraid he would have been tied to the dock or sent a bomb.

That city was truly a lawless place, a paradise for criminals, and of course this was before Batman came along.

"I'm more open to new things."

Leo was holding the wine glass. He glanced at the clear amber liquid, and after a slight sniff with his nose that had been edified by many fine wines, he knew that this was Blanton's golden version of bourbon.

The aroma of citrus and the vanilla flavor brought by oak are refreshing, and the aftertaste is long after a sip.

"I can see that you are different from your father. Young people are more passionate and energetic."

Frank flattered a few words and then got down to the topic: "I took in Joey Turner, who used to be Martin Summers' man. Those Triad guys were so rampant that they dared to attack Summers directly.

I've always thought he was a good companion to have. "

"From his mouth, I know that you have sought out Summers and had some business dealings. With all due respect, Leo, the Mafia can do better than Summers, no matter what you once wanted him to do."

Leo sipped the wine and put one hand on the sofa, seeming to be deep in thought or consideration.

In Frank's view, this performance is a sign of inner turmoil.

Among the wealthy families in Star City, Merlin and Quinn have always focused on the international market and have no interest in the mafia.

Only in the White family, its leader encountered an accident, and the new heir took office less than a month ago.

A young and energetic young man is always easier to persuade than a calm and shrewd capital tycoon.

"I really want to gain the friendship of the White family. The energy of the Mafia is much stronger than that of Martin Summers, and I heard that you and Quinn are jointly preparing to restart the development plan of Palm Lake. My construction company must be able to help You’re quite a lot.”

Frank's words were very colorful, and Leo also deliberately showed some emotion.

"But I heard that you had a conflict with the Triads recently. A mysterious killer killed many of the mafia's backbones. I'm afraid that's why you set the meeting place at your home."

Leo said hesitantly. Frank, who was originally cheerful, had a frozen expression and the atmosphere became a little dull.

The Mafia has indeed suffered a heavy blow recently. Several of his close men have been shot and assassinated, which has also affected business.

Some people believe that it was done by the Triads. After killing Martin Summers, the ambitions of the outsiders began to expand and they wanted to test the bottom line of the Mafia.

But before he was completely sure, Frank didn't want to rashly start a war with the Triads. They had enough manpower and a large number of firearms.

"You don't have to worry about this at all. If those outsiders really dare to provoke me, they will know what will happen."

Frank's tone was cold, and he finally showed a bit of the majesty of the gang leader.

"Frank, the seller wants to see you by name, otherwise"

Nick Selvati, who was Frank's confidant, came over after answering the phone, with a somewhat embarrassed expression on his face.

Originally, he had negotiated with a German arms dealer. The other party had a hundred 49 machine guns and automatic weapons. The mafia planned to buy them and use them as a trump card against the triads. If the relationship between the two parties really deteriorated, step.

"Frank, if something happens to you, we can talk about it next time."

Leo put down his wine glass and used retreat as advance.

Anyway, Frank Potinar is more impatient than him. The Mafia will get into trouble with the Triads sooner or later, so cooperation should not be rushed.

I don’t know how Oliver Queen plans to get out of trouble.

"Wait a mininute."

Frank stopped Leo from leaving. He glanced at his subordinate. This burly, muscular man was responsible for taking care of the gangs controlled by the Mafia.

Since coming ashore with his name cleared, Frank has tried his best not to personally get involved in those illegal businesses, leaving them to others to handle and manage.

But tonight's arms deal is indeed very important. One hundred military weapons and firearms are enough to frighten the arrogant Triads.

"Call Helena down."

Frank whispered to his subordinates, then turned to face Leo and put on a warm smile, "I'm sorry that I have some business problems that I have to go over to deal with. Next, let my daughter Helena be responsible for entertaining you. "

Leo was stunned for a moment, and soon saw a tall figure walking down the stairs.

A burgundy hip-hugging long skirt, long brown hair, red lips and fair skin, and a pair of sky-high heels.

"Hello, Mr. White."

The apple of the eye of the mafia leader stretched out his hand, with a hint of coldness between his brows.