Corporate slave? Pshaw, I'm the richest woman now!

Her second bargaining chip was the system's potion.

Tang Tang suddenly asked herself, "The Godfather is already 61 years old this year. Can you find out his lifespan?"

The system replied speechlessly, "I'm a product of high technology, but I'm not a god! However, considering Alberto's advanced lung cancer, he has at most one or two years left."

Tang Tang composed herself, her mind racing with disbelief. "Late-stage lung cancer? Didn't he take any medical measures? Even with the Newkman family's power, finding a healthy lung wouldn't be a piece of cake, would it?"

He has sought medical treatment multiple times, but due to his age, doctors do not recommend organ transplantation, as rejection reactions are difficult to avoid in the elderly.

Tang Tang could hardly believe that the elderly man who had spoken so forcefully on the phone just now was already in the middle to late stages of cancer.

[Well, the system shop does offer delaying drugs, whether for age or organs, but with current technology, it can only delay the process.]

Tang Tang originally wanted to trade for an anti-aging drug, but now it might be more appropriate to exchange it for a cancer cell inhibitor.

As for whether or not to save them...

Tang Tang's thick eyelashes drooped down, obscuring the cold, dark light in her eyes.

She doesn't know this legendary godfather yet, so it's too early to say she'll save him; after all, it's hard to test people's hearts.

Moreover, if cancer cell inhibitors are used for trading, they can extend lifespan by at least four or five years.

We’ll talk about the rest later.

The last bargaining chip is the system, or rather, Tang Tang's influence.

Alberto reacted so strongly to those two names because he had already identified the murderer and the participants.

But as a godfather, he not only had power, but also bore considerable responsibility.

The head of the Newman family, and a legendary godfather of the Mafia, couldn't even casually take revenge for his dead son.

But Tang Tang can.

On one hand, she can rely on the system to build multiple clandestine forces, including mercenary bases in the desert or on the high seas.

Or they could intervene in Myanmar or other countries to form new militia organizations.

She plans to coordinate these organizations under a different identity, while outwardly conducting business activities under a normal identity.

At that time, whether it's robbery, assassination, or even some shady operations, that faction can carry it out.

Avenging Alberto Jr. will be a piece of cake.

Moreover, the separation of those identities also helps maintain the purity of her public identity. The world has light and darkness, but most people still rely on the light.

She's already arrogant enough being a rich woman during the day; it's better for her to quietly amass wealth at night.

"Miss Tang, please get out of the car."

The slight swaying of the car brought Tang Tang back to her senses from her conversation with the system.

Moli opened the car door for Tang Tang and stood tall beside her, offering his hand to take her.

Tang Tang, treated like a pampered young lady: ...

She readily reached out and gently placed her hand on Mori’s calloused and scarred hand, then used it slightly to help her get out of the car.

In an instant, the two seemed to be in a sea of ​​flowers.

Irises, daisies, roses, and lilies of the valley grew very tall, intertwined. In the center of the sea of ​​flowers, before the two stood an exquisite building, almost entirely constructed of golden metal frames and large expanses of crystal glass.

It resembles an exquisite greenhouse, yet the scene inside the glass is obscured.

The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of flowers. Watching the butterflies fluttering around, Tang Tang couldn't help but sigh to the system in her heart, "Who would have thought that the home of a ruthless mafia godfather would be like this?"

Alberto Jr. had a great love for art and flowers.

Sigh, America is really doing something terrible.

“Miss Tang, there is only the Godfather in the council chamber, so I will not see you out.”

Tang Tang nodded, brushed past Moli, and stepped into the beautiful glass house in front of her.

As soon as you step inside, a cool breeze greets you. The floor is a retro-style European marble floor with patterns resembling stained glass in a church, covered with large butterfly patterns with gold edges and blue wings.

The high heels clicked as they walked, producing a crisp tapping sound.

Then she spotted the old man in a wheelchair not far away. In that instant when their eyes met, Tang Tang seemed to see a hawk-like sense of oppression in those violet eyes.

This is the legendary Italian Mafia godfather.

Even in his old age, he remained robust, his white hair and thick beard blending seamlessly with his sharp facial features.

His face was covered in wrinkles, but they did not seem to detract from his handsomeness. One could see considerable rationality and clarity in his still clear, violet-like eyes.

He sat in a wheelchair with his back straight, a thin red and black shawl covering his legs, his hands crossed on his lap, and a silver power ring could be seen on his thumb.

The Godfather was also observing the young guest.

She had a purely Chinese face, and he couldn't deny that she was beautiful, with porcelain-white skin and dark eyes, like a delicate and fragile porcelain doll in his memory.

He was still very young, so young that it took him somewhat by surprise.

“Miss Tang, I didn’t expect you to be so young. But in this limited time, I haven’t been able to find any information about you.”

The wise and astute old man looked at the smiling yet completely relaxed girl in front of him. "What kind of business do you want to discuss? But I must tell you, I have a bad temper."

Alberto's voice was hoarse and slow. Most people would have been sweating profusely under his gaze, because there were two loaded pistols next to his wheelchair.

In the quiet and empty greenhouse, Tang Tang's soft voice seemed to strike Alberto like a thunderclap.

"Will the Godfather's cancer hold out long enough to avenge Mr. Alberto?"

As soon as Tang Tang finished speaking, Alberto's originally calm eyes were suddenly filled with deep pain and hatred.

Who leaked the information?

Only a few close confidants knew about his secret cancer treatment. How did this completely unrelated Chinese girl find out?

Tang Tang didn't want to waste time on useless probing. She stared at Alberto and said, word by word, "Mr. Alberto, as the head of the Newman family, I think you should know that there are some secrets in this world that should not be explored."

She slowly walked forward, ignoring the Desert Eagle in Alberto's hand that could easily kill her with a flick of the wrist, and gently placed a small test tube of clear liquid in the hand of the Mafia godfather.

"Cancer cell inhibitors, my sincere offer."

Alberto gripped the vial of reagent tightly, several veins bulging on his aged hand. He looked at Tang Tang, and seeing the certainty and sincerity in the eyes of this young, mysterious girl, he slowly smiled.

"Miss Tang, I need to send it to the laboratory for testing."

“Of course,” Tang Tang took a few steps back, gesturing that he could handle the reagent as he pleased. “I trust the Godfather’s character, and I hope you won’t disappoint me.”

“The Mafia has always been honest,” Alberto clapped his hands lightly twice, looking at the elderly butler who slowly walked out of the next room. “Take good care of Miss Tang and make sure to meet all of her needs.”