As the only remaining mafia leader in Sicily, he is a ruthless character that even the Sheriff is unwilling to provoke.
Alessandro has considerable prestige and intimidation within the family and in Palermo itself.
And as time went by, his status and power increased.
When ordinary people see him, they must call him "Your Excellency" to show their respect.
The other leaders within the family were either won over or suppressed, and gradually it became the case that every meeting was a forum for Alessandro to express his personal opinions, distribute interests and territory.
Although the Mafia is not as prosperous as before, and there is always a worry about whether Mussolini will liquidate it again, but Alessandro, who took advantage of the situation, has gradually grown in power. This is an unquestionable fact.
Therefore, the Strategic Science Corps took a fancy to him and developed him into an informant.
However, Alessandro, who was respectfully called "Your Excellency" and was deeply admired by all the thugs, felt a trace of fear on his face when he heard Luke's indifferent tone.
Having experienced the era of Mussolini's great purges, he had a strong psychological shadow towards the army, which was essentially a violent organization.
If you offend this young captain, it will be equivalent to letting go of the Allies' thighs, and sooner or later you will be listed as a target of liquidation after the war.
Even if he switches to Mussolini's government, according to the dictator's temper, he may not end well.
Thinking of this, Alessandro's hands trembled slightly, and a trace of cruelty appeared on his face.
"Mr. Corleone, I apologize to you for Elio's disrespect to you!"
He put his palm on the table, and with a "swish" sound, he pulled out a dagger from his waist and cut it off fiercely.
"Ah! Ah—"
The painful screams echoed in the Tongzhong Tavern.
A thick finger like a carrot rolled onto the table.
Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead and the tip of his nose, slowly dripping down.
Alessandro gasped and said, "Mr. Corleone, are you satisfied?"
Luke released his hand from Elio's head and slowly shook his head expressionlessly.
"I didn't ask you to apologize! Xhosa, I asked you to explain how the mafia should treat those who don't respect their friends enough."
"Mr. Corleone, I..."
"Don't you understand yet? I want an explanation from you! Xhosa, please tell me, how much weight does your mafia friendship have?"
Luke's still cold voice put heavy pressure on Alessandro.
He already knew that the young captain was no layman to be fooled.
The bloody practice of cutting off fingers is a common way within the mafia to express begging for mercy, but it still fails to impress the other party.
Alessandro glanced at Elio, who was pale with fright, and sighed inwardly.
"Carmelo! Drag Elio down and chop off one of his hands!"
Being able to spot the right opportunity and become the top leader of the Camorra family, Alessandro is somewhat courageous.
Although Elio was his nephew and favorite descendant, he could still be given up in order to appease Luke's anger.
Who told him he was too stupid!
Just like the former mafia members, they set their sights higher than the top and feel that they are the real masters of Italy!
For example, Francisco Cucia, who triggered the end of the Mafia, is such a fool!
He is both the mayor of Piana de Grecchi and a boss of the local mafia.
As a result, when he greeted Mussolini, who was the "great leader" at the time, he used a rather arrogant tone and asked him why he brought so many police.
Because Cucia felt that on his own territory and with the protection of the Mafia, no one could pose a threat to Mussolini.
This almost rude attitude angered Mussolini, who was powerful at the time.
A few months later, the dictator summoned 4,000 Rangers and 6,000 policemen to launch a powerful campaign to wipe out the Mafia.
As for Kucha
He was arrested and imprisoned on multiple charges including "insulting the head of state," "contempt of the law," and "confronting the government."
Alessandro, who had had terrible experiences such as being wanted and almost being executed, would not make the same mistake as that idiot Kucha.
"Mr. Corleone, you are an eternal friend of the Mafia. Anyone who disrespects you is tantamount to contempt for me! Contempt for the Camorra family!"
In less than a minute, the strong thug named "Carmelo" presented a palm that was placed on a tray.
"Are you still satisfied with this explanation? If this is not enough, I will have Elio sent to the slaughterhouse later."
Seeing Alessandro's fearful, almost groveling low posture, Luke's cold expression was like snow being melted away by the sun.
He picked up the wine glass on the table and said, "Come! Cheers to each other's friendship!"
The smile was gentle, and there was no trace of the aggressiveness before.
This ability to change faces made Dugan Dugan behind him stunned and thought: "Sir, he is really a terrible person."
The ferocious and cruel mafia was like a docile sheep in front of him.
Alessandro smiled as the smell of blood filled the air and drank the red wine in the glass.
"Get things done as soon as possible, and the Allies will not forget your efforts."
Before walking out of the tavern, Luke patted Alessandro on the shoulder and continued: "Your compatriots are prosperous in North America and New York. They hang out with congressmen in high-end hotels, and hold Hollywood celebrities in their arms. Female star - Xhosa, I admire you very much, you deserve a chance."
"Mr. Corleone, I will remember this personal friendship!"
Alessandro was stunned for a moment and then reacted.
He bent slightly, lowered his head, and waited for Luke to stretch out his left hand.
This is the highest etiquette to show respect within the Mafia!
Often only figures like the "godfather" can receive a hand kiss from the boss.
"No need. I've seen your respect and attitude."
The corners of Luke's mouth twitched. He was not in the habit of letting men kiss the back of his hands.
After walking out of the Bronze Bell Tavern, the Howling Commando team got into the car and checked into the top hotel in Palermo.
On the way, Dugan, who was sitting next to him, looked depressed and hesitant to speak.
"You want to ask, why do I treat Alessandro in such an attitude?"
Luke opened his eyes, which were closed and concentrating. Manelli was sitting in the front seat driving the car. There was no outsider, so he said without concealment: "Duggan, you don't understand the thinking of gangsters."
"Although the Italian Mafia has always used family honor and blood ties as a means to ensure loyalty. But this does not mean that they are really a group of reputable thugs."
Dugan nodded thoughtfully. He remembered that Luke seemed to have close ties with the Irish gang.
"To treat a vicious dog, if you want to tame it, you have to hit it hard with a wooden stick until it dares not show its fangs to you anymore. The same goes for the mafia."
Luke looked at the people walking on the streets of Palermo through the car window and smiled: "And human nature is very complicated. Maybe Xhosa was resentful of me before, but because of my identity, the Alliance The army has won every victory and dare not show it.”
"But when I told him that I would support him to become the spokesperson of the Allied Forces in Sicily, he would be richly rewarded after the war. Cosa may only be grateful in his heart, and all those unpleasant emotions were forgotten. After that.”
"When you use harsh methods to establish unquestionable authority, and then give you the rewards you should pay, they will be grateful to you - this is a typical gangster mentality!" (End of Chapter)