Hollywood Street Mexican Restaurant. There are only a few high-end restaurants on the street. The crystal chandeliers emit this mist, the neatly dressed waiters serve in a low voice, the snow-white dining cloth and the waltz played by the musical troupe in the restaurant make this exotic restaurant look particularly warm.

However, the atmosphere was obviously destroyed by a table of people coming to the door.

"Victor, who is this guy?" Leo tore a piece of steak with one hand, dipped his other hand in caviar, and banged his mouth to the opposite side.

"The wine is good." Victor took a sip of red wine and looked at Anthony, who was sitting opposite him with a sad face.

"Victor, come back with me. Go back to New York. The family still has hope of turning the tables. If you don't go back, we will definitely be beaten up in one fell swoop..." Anthony was about to say something, but Victor was blocked.

"Eat, let's talk about it after dinner." Victor was troubled when he heard this and pointed to the table of dishes.

Anthony wanted to say something, but seeing Victor's painful look, he stopped talking, and randomly glanced at the table of delicacies, swallowed a mouthful of water, and the wind blew the clouds.

The three of them were like cleaning the battlefield, with dishes and jingling, causing people around to look contemptuous.

"Himmer!" After thirty minutes of fighting, Leo and Victor burped almost at the same time.

Anthony, across the table, still buried his head in eating hard.

"Who is this person?" Leo whispered.

"Fellow family!" Anthony had a good hearing.

The knife and fork in Leo's hand fell to the ground with a bang: "What!? The Fellow family!?"

"What's wrong?" Seeing Leo so surprised, Victor was a little confused.

Is the Ferro family very awesome? Can Leo, who is like wood, be surprised so much?

Leo looked at Victor with wide eyes: "Victor, how could you get involved with the Felro family! God, you..."

Anthony wiped his mouth: "He is a member of the Ferro family, Victor Don Ferro!"

Leo opened his mouth wide, and the red wine in his mouth flowed all over the corner of his mouth: "I heard it right?" Victor, your surname is Ferro?"

"What's wrong?" Victor said calmly.

Leo slapped his forehead: "What's wrong!? What's wrong with you?! The great Ferro family!"

Victor was speechless. What a bullshit Ferro family, he had never heard of it anyway.

Anthony looked at Leo, pointed to his head, and made a gesture.

Leo then realized: "I forgot that you lost your memory. Vito Casio Ferro, do you remember?"

Victor shook his head.

Leo really wanted to strangle Victor: "The founder of the Ferro family, the great and immortal mafia synonym, and the existence of the ancestor! The Sicilians in Italy, decades ago, everyone knew that everyone knew Jingruo, and later brought their family to New Orleans and built the entire mafia today! He is the totem of all American gangs!"

Anthony added: "His grandfather."

Leo stayed for a long time and looked straight at Victor: "Brother, with your identity, you are a good match for Hollywood. Are you full?

Anthony shrugged: "Here, that's what I mean."

Victor's brain was already buzzing and blank at this time.

Mafia?!Marchy? And it's the grandson of the ancestor of the Mafia!?Damn, this joke is a big deal?

Many movie scenes rushed to Victor's mind: guns, intrigue, corpses on the streets...

I don't fucking want to be a gangster!? I don't want to die! Victor was crying inside.

Anthony looked at Victor sincerely: "Victor, for your dead father, although he is an absolute bastard, for your two brothers who were beaten like hornets, for your grandfather's hard-working foundation was swallowed up, go back with me, go back with me..."

Victor: "Why am I going back with you? I'm also beaten into a hornet's nest?"

Anthony choked directly.

Leo opened his eyes wide: "What? The Ferro family is being fucked by others now? Who is so bold?"

Anthony looked at the people around him and whispered, "I'll just say this. Victor, your grandfather is the greatest person I've ever seen. For decades, the Ferro family has been the absolute emperor among American gangs! Great Emperor, do you know? But since your grandfather passed away, the family has plummeted, but your father is a second-generation ancestor who cannot support the wall. I wish him rest in peace. Therefore, the four major gangs in New York have joined forces and have been constantly fighting the Ferro family for more than ten years.

Suppression, after your father passed away, your two brothers took over. The young man was very angry and had been furious for three years. He died of countless people, which made the whole of New York smoky. Last month, they were beaten to death in the car on the same day. At the same time, the New York police began to completely liquidate the Fellow family. It was obvious that the police and the dog-dance fucked. Now the family has been washed away, and almost no important members are alive, and the rest are scattered."

"So, no matter what, you have to go back with me. The Fellow family is only one of your bloodlines, and only you can regain this family." Anthony said and burst into tears.

Victor was silent.

Facing such a man, although emotionally having nothing to do with him, these things are constantly tangled with his current body.

But Victor was not prepared for this mentality to face the bloody storm of the gang.

"Anthony, let's find another place to talk." Victor drank the wine in his glass and waved his hand. The waiter came over and handed the bill to Victor.

Victor didn't even look at it and handed Anthony the bill.

Anthony was stunned and pushed the bill to Victor again, and smiled foolishly: "I have no money."

"What!?" Victor and colleagues Leo shouted.

Anthony simply said: "I don't have any money, I don't have a dollar."

Victor almost spitted out blood: "Didn't you say the Ferro family? How glorious the Ferro family is, you can't even afford a meal!?"

Anthony spread his hands: "If it were half a year ago, I would have been too lazy to come to such a restaurant, but now the situation is different. Victor, we are now outlaws, so how can we have any money? You know, let alone we don't bring money normally."

"I know, no, I'm not going to cry, Victor waved to the waiter, signaling to say later.

"What should I do?" The waiter stepped back, and the three of them stared at each other.

"Or, run." Leo glanced at the gate: "It's only a dozen meters away from the gate, so you should be able to run away."

"This is Hollywood Street! The police station is opposite, where are you running?" Victor's lips twitched.

"Then you won't sit here all the time. It's a death." Leo muttered.

While the three of them were discussing, they heard warm applause suddenly sounding in the restaurant. Almost every guest stood up and applauded at the stairs.

Above the stairs, surrounded by people, a man in his 40s came down.

This man is not tall but extremely strong, with a square face and big ears, a casual jeans, round glasses, and a cigar in his mouth. He nodded to the guests downstairs.

"Who is so awesome?" Victor glanced at the man, but he felt familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a moment.

Leo's eyes shone at this time, and he was extremely excited: "Who else can it be! My idol!"

"Your idol? Who?" Victor didn't know who Leo's idol was.

"John Ford!" Leo gave Victor a blank look.

John Ford!? The name jumped into Victor's mind, causing his body to shake slightly.

John Ford, later generations were hailed as one of the greatest directors in the United States and won numerous awards in his life. He entered Hollywood after graduating from high school and entered the industry with David Griffith, the founder of American films. He quickly became a director and was good at making western films. Many of his works have become classic works in the history of films and have been hailed as "the master of western films" by later generations. Because his works best reflect the brave pioneering spirit of the United States, and are also known as "the drummer of the American spirit."

However, although John Ford is of high reputation now, he should not be as immortal as later generations, right?

"Victor, stop staying, this is John Ford himself! Didn't you like his "Flying in the Mountains" last year, too?" Leo said excitedly.

"Flying in the Mountains"!?Victor finally understood.

In 1939, 20th Century Fox invested in the film directed by John Ford. This film starred in Hollywood's most popular star John Wayne. It became one of the representative works of westerns and was known as a "model film of Hollywood narrative form". Since then, John Ford and John Wayne have joined hands to create the glory of westerns for 30 years and set a monument that will never be surpassed in future generations.

John Ford in front of him is the god of later generations and the well-deserved pride of Hollywood today.

"If we know him, we won't have to worry about our meal." Leo grinned.

Before Leo could finish his words, Anthony stood up with a bang, strode to John Ford, and slapped him.

Then, Anthony said something that made Victor and Leo's eyes fall all over the floor.

Anthony said: "Who am I? Why are you bitch-like in Hollywood too?"

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Chapter completed!