"Mm, rise!" Carlos came back to his senses and lightly raised a hand. With a flicker, he instantly appeared on the dock as if he had teleported.
"Yes, Godfather!" The many Mafia Members, regardless of status or power, responded in unison and straightened their bent backs.
Carlos stepped off the ship, followed by the core crewmates. The Pirates he had subdued in the New World also disembarked.
"Godfather." Noah, Carlos's confidant, stepped before him and bowed separately.
Carlos sized Noah up. He had changed considerably from before. Having represented him in the affairs of the Black Alliance council and held a high position for so long, his bearing was now completely different.
"Mm... not bad. Everyone has done well. The Black Alliance has developed quite quickly under all of you." Carlos glanced at Noah, then at Noah's other two subordinates and the heads of the other three major Mafia families, offering his praise.
"Because the Godfather's reputation has grown greater and greater across the world, we were able to develop so quickly in the West Sea. The greatest contributor to all of this is the Godfather," Noah said respectfully.
"Hehehe... enough, no need to flatter me. Let's return to headquarters first. You should be familiar with my crewmates. If there are any you don't know, you can get acquainted later."
"Let's settle the important matters first. Those people are New World Pirates I subdued on my way back. Make arrangements for them and let them settle in."
"Yes, Godfather. I will arrange it immediately."
"Godfather, this way!"
The Mafia Alliance headquarters stood within a magnificent palace at the center of Nether Moon Island. It was a sprawling palace complex, with all of the Black Alliance's core institutions built around the central palace.
The palace was grand and solemn, yet