The first thing Maroni did upon returning to the mansion was give Qin Wei a big hug.
"My loyal friend! No amount of lavish praise could do justice to your greatness!" Oblivious, he slapped Qin Wei's bruised back hard.
Qin Wei's face swelled like rising dough, and veins bulged along his neck.
Maroni had only meant to bring them closer. How could he have known that the man in his arms was in so much pain he wanted to slap him into the floor tiles so hard no one could pry him out?
After enduring the insincere pleasantries, Qin Wei wasted no time demanding his reward. Maroni already saw him as a greedy little bastard anyway, so he might as well commit to the role.
More importantly, of course, he really did like money.
"A reward, huh... hiss!"
Maroni sucked in a breath and raised his eyebrows.
"I think the Roman Empire has a company that imports Italian leather shoes. Once I take it back from Falcone, I'll give you the rights to run it."
Maroni had no attention to spare for rewarding his men. He had Falcone's Dental Records, and his priority was to find his mole inside the Police Department, obtain the corpse's dental impressions, and compare them against the records to confirm its identity.
Although he had personally witnessed Falcone's car explode, the cunning, suspicious Maroni would not lower his guard until he had conclusive proof that Falcone himself had been inside.
Qin Wei noticed Maroni's distraction and secretly rolled his eyes.
You're going to reward me with Falcone's assets, and all I get is the right to run the company? Is that even something a decent human being would say? Of course you'd burn the bridge once you were across.
Qin Wei seethed with complaints.
Besides,