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My father made his own decision.

Just trust that I can speak on behalf of Famiglia Bellone.

Oh?

You mean to tell me that you have a satisfactory explanation for all this?

Or, are you confident enough to deal with the fallout?

What I wanted to say is——

Danbrown, I didn't call for you to come out yet.

No, the time is now, old man.

Danbrown points the weapon in his hand at Alberto.

Danbrown, I'm afraid you're pointing your knife at the wrong target.

I don't make mistakes.

Look what the famiglie bosses have become.

You all sit high-and-mighty above the rest of us, talking all fancy about your politics, trends, country, and future.

But what's the reality? The only thing you give a damn about is your own business.

We took the times with violence, old man.

Why not take a little pride in it?

The times have changed, Danbrown. Why don't you understand this?

We're shaping the times as we want.

I don't understand it. I just see us turning weak and stupid.

We don't take pride in our instincts, and we don't use peace to fight for peace.

If we keep this up, what will we become?

We won't become anything.

No, we're not a pack of wolves anymore.

We're monsters hiding in human skin.

And, our leaders.

You.

And you.

You aren't more civilized. You're just more hypocritical.

Looks like I should've kept you on a tighter leash, Danbrown.

This isn't your podium.

Nobody could've caught what happens next.

In the blink of an eye, Alberto appears behind Danbrown.

A streak of blood appears across the carwash worker's throat.

He grips his neck, his eyes wide, unable to make a sound.

Then, he slowly slumps to the ground, maintaining this posture.

He will never speak again.

Now that this matter is resolved, I won't beat around the bush, Leontuzzo.

Your father convinced me to agree to combine our famiglie's forces to take down Signora Sicilia.

But I don't see sincerity in anything you've done.

The people know that I, Don Alberto, never place a bet lightly. What they don't know is that once I do, I never stop until I win.

Leontuzzo.

Submit to Famiglia Saluzzo, or die, here and now.

You have ten seconds.

Alberto takes out an antiquated pocket watch from his waist and begins counting down Leontuzzo's fate.

Ten.

You've always got the option of violence, but you refrain from using it because of your upbringing and self-control. I'd even like to thank you for your kindness.

That's not what I meant.

And I'm not blaming you either, Leon.

For you to even consider why the rain hasn't stopped is already exceptionally rare to see.

Nine.

You've subconsciously lumped yourself in with Lavinia and Carracci.

But don't ever forget, you are not one of them.

I know.

If you really knew, you wouldn't be standing here.

Eight.

Leontuzzo thought he understood what they were trying to say.

He could never truly be Lavinia's ally. He would always be his father's son.

This is the life he was born into, something he cannot change. And in spite of that, he's always believed he has done his best.

Is his best not good enough?

But—

Seven.

You aren't more civilized. You're just more hypocritical.

This is the moment when he finally awakens.

It isn't a question of good enough. He has been wrong from the very beginning.

Six.

We aren't more civilized. We're just more hypocritical.

We aren't more civilized. We're just more hypocritical!

Five.

Right. That's right.

Why is he sitting here?

Why did he still think he could resolve this like the famiglie do?

He knew the answer all along.

But he chose to ignore this answer for the longest time because of who he is and where he came from.

Four.

Everything he's done before was just violence wrapped up in pretense.

And civility... can never be born from violence.

Three.

You're running short on time, Leontuzzo.

I choose...

What just happened?!

Boss! The secondary core area! Someone started the separation program!

What did you say?!

So this is your last resort, father.

Then, I'll——

Too naive.

Hmph, you're pretty fast for your age.

A Rossati?

Leon, I'm here.

You go on ahead. I'll handle this.

Alright.

I see, so this is Bellone's trump card...

But, are you sure you really want to make an enemy of me, Don Alberto, and of the Saluzzos?

You expect me to believe you were ever really going to be our friend?

Shared interest could've been the bond connecting us, pup.

But, there's something to your youthful delusions, thinking you can actually turn things upside-down.

You old fossils always think you can control everything, but you never stop to consider whether the times have left you behind.

Come then, pups. Let me try your hand.

Leontuzzo knows that as the don of a famiglia, he should return home and navigate his people through these turbulent times to maximize their profit.

But as a man who thinks he understands Lavinia's ideals, a man who saw the way Carracci conducted himself, as a man who has always been lost...

He's never been clearer about what he should do next.