Carlos decided to live on Paradise Island for a while before setting sail. Though the island was not as prosperous as Maglin Island, it was a wonderful place to relax.
Speaking of which, Carlos planned to transfer Kelly to Paradise Island. He missed her cooking somewhat. As for Maglin Island, Noah would watch over it with some of the old guard.
After the press conference ended, such explosive news naturally drew reporters scrambling for interviews. However, reporters in this world did not hold such high status. If they were refused, they were refused. The Mafia, neither wholly righteous nor wholly wicked, neither wholly black nor white, was not someone media reporters could pester.
With no way to get an interview, reporters from the major media outlets could only give up. They did not dare keep bothering the Mafia, so they hurriedly sent back their prepared articles while interviewing others.
They did not dare interview the Mafia, but they could interview the local residents. Since the Mafia big shots had gathered here, the residents should know at least something about what had happened, right?
For example, when had the various big shots arrived? How many people had they brought? What had they done, and what exactly had happened?
The residents could not possibly know the full details, but they should know a few scraps here and there, right?
Sure enough, aside from the bombshell that the four great families had formed an alliance and unified the Mafia, the reporters really did dig up some juicy material.
For instance, when Carlos used Susanoo, some residents had seen it from their homes. They excitedly described what they had witnessed, all talking over one another, gesticulating wildly, and rambling incoherently. Then there was a vineyard owner who claimed that the big shots had