Chapter 501: La Bocca Vecchia
The Kingslayer was a great help and cut down a week or two of planning and strategizing a method of getting himself and Old Rocco’s children past the Great Wall.
At some point, not today or tomorrow, he would investigate exactly why the Kingslayer did what he did and.
La Bocca Vecchia was not a grand place by any means. It was old, worn from years of smoke and whispered deals, a relic of a time when crime was simpler—when loyalty could be bought with fear alone. The number of men and wine bottles and floating candles and lanterns were born not from wealth but trust. La Bocca Vecchia shined between a dark shade of purple and black. Like everything to the Underground, it was conjoined to another shorter building which, when compared to La Bocca Vecchia, was tiny.
But unlike its neighbourhoods, it was straight. It was proper. It was not tilted or ruined. It maintained a degree of importance, like Ares’ Symposium.
Directly behind Savario’s restaurant and the complex building of a dozen shops and homes was the Maryana neighborhood. Behind the Maryana was the Darya neighborhood and behind that the Mira neighborhood.
Three neighborhoods. Three points of control.
Dasha Pang’s goal had been to capture the king. The one at the top of the food chain of the three neighborhoods.
For everything not to seem downright pathetic in comparison to La Bocca Vecchia would be strange for a man of Old Rocco’s standing; for the crime king of a tiny portion of the Sukhothai and three massive neighborhoods.
Think of the wealth. Think of the power.
La Bocca Vecchia matched the evil needed to maintain that power.
There were five entry points: two doors for the left wing for VIPs and the right wing for ordinary meet-ups, one door at the back, and two uptop. A secret escape entrance. Ah, no, wait. Four secret escapes entrances, his Qi Sense gleaned. Old Rocco’s experience showed. He planned for many things, no doubt.