Found

Found

On the plane back to New York, Jiang Hao kept thinking about how to find the thief named Elmo.

The police?

Forget it. Maybe the Mafia was far more capable than the police.

Someone suddenly came to Jiang Hao's mind: Michael Corleone. Perhaps it was time to visit The Godfather.

As soon as he got off the plane, Jiang Hao called Noodles. "Noodles, help me contact Michael Corleone. Tell him I have something to discuss with him."

Noodles was somewhat surprised. His boss had always been mysterious and rarely interacted with other gangs, so why was he taking the initiative to contact Corleone, chairman of the Mafia Commission, this time?

"Okay, Boss. I'll call him right away," Noodles immediately replied.

More than ten minutes later, Noodles called back. "Boss, I contacted Michael Corleone. Mr. Corleone has invited you to visit the Corleone estate."

"Send a car to pick me up. I'm at New York Airport," Jiang Hao said.

Jiang Hao walked into the Corleone estate. It was not luxurious, perhaps more like an ordinary farmstead. Yet when he looked at the flowers, plants, and tables and chairs in the courtyard, he felt a sense of warmth. Perhaps this was what home felt like.

When Jiang Hao and The Godfather shook hands, both were slightly taken aback. To be honest, their appearances bore quite a few similarities. Anyone would have believed they were brothers.

The two sat down and lit cigars. As the cigars burned, they looked at each other again. For nearly two minutes, neither of them said a word.

"I asked people from the Bonanno family. They said they didn't know you existed," Michael Corleone said as his first words, frowning at Jiang Hao. And he spoke in Sicilian.

"That is why I never used the Bonanno surname.