"...Sal is just like his partner, a little clever. I remember the first time I met him, a young boy who had just arrived in Gotham, and ransomed the cargo ship owner at the dock. Not long after, he was attracted by Lauren in the Red Light District. The red-haired man took him around that block and quickly bought the first bar. It was more than 20 years ago..."

Falkone sat in the chair, smoking a cigar while recalling, saying, "Sal would not let the police chief go. Even if he wanted to take out some information from his mouth, he would die in the end. You can change the conditions, such as if you still have someone you want to kill, or any trouble you want to solve?"

"My trouble comes from the Metropolis, so I won't bother the Godfather."

Falcone rolled his eyes slightly, glanced at him and said, "The guys I helped you solve have a big background. Who did you mess with?"

Schiller raised his eyes and said, "Godfather, I think I may be the longest-lived tutor for your son."

Falkene knocked on the table with the tail of the cigar and said, "You do things for me, of course I won't let trouble come to you, but you're involved in those weird things yourself, and now you're hiding here again..."

"Aren't you afraid that I will drag the Falcone family into the water?"

Falcone turned the chair back, he said:

"When did the Falcone family get ashore? From the day I came to Gotham, I knew that we were all rotten bones in the wreck and we would never think about getting ashore."

Then he sighed slightly.

“…but my son thinks differently than me.”

Falcone Jr., Evans Falcone, is different from his old godfather. He is passionate and feels that he can rectify the order of Gotham by himself.

That's right, although he is the heir to the future gangster family, he really wants to reorganize the Gotham order, but this order is based on violence, rather than really creating a utopia.

To be honest, his idea may even be more normal than Batman. Absolute violence brings absolute authority, and absolute authority controls everyone. The question is whether Falcone Jr. has this ability.

After a while, the housekeeper stood outside the door and knocked on the door. Evans stood behind him. As soon as he walked in and saw Schiller, he was obviously stunned for a moment, and then turned around and whispered to the housekeeper, "Do you remember that I recently mentioned that I forgot to bring homework, or forgot to hand over my homework?"

The housekeeper shook his head, Evans was obviously relieved, and Schiller stood up and said, "Evans?"

"You know?" Falcone asked.

"Father, this is my university professor. I remember mentioning you that I want to write my psychology homework."

Before Falcone could say anything, Evans said: "Sorry, professor, if there is any problem with my recent homework, it may be that I have been a little busy and negligent recently. If you are not satisfied, I can rewrite it immediately."

Then he moved his lips and turned to Falcone and said, "Father, the matter in the east neighborhood has made me a little busy recently. Perhaps he has ignored the study. Professor Schiller is here to visit you, I am really sorry."

Schiller understood that he had misunderstood and thought he was visiting his home, but in fact Evans was almost afraid of death now.

He had long heard of Schiller's famous reputation, such as the death of his own, the serial murderer, and the philatelic collector. He scolded Bruce Wayne for not handing in his homework in class and sent him a notice of withdrawal...

Schiller, a homework chasing maniac, is famous throughout Gotham University. No professor has ever required students to hand in their homework so strictly. No matter who they dare not hand in their homework, they will definitely gain some sarcastic sarcasm in his class, even if you are Bruce Wayne, the chairman of the board of directors of Gotham University.

But Evans never expected that he would actually run to the godfather of the largest gangster family in Gotham to chase him and ask him for homework!

Evans lamented in his heart, is this professor crazy? No wonder he scolded Bruce Wayne like a fallen dog, and even the new principal, Sethton, walked around him.

As the heir to the gang family, Evans originally didn't believe in the messy rumors, but now he does believe it. If it weren't for some mental problems, who would have gone to the godfather to visit his home?

It’s not that Schiller cares about homework so much. His mentality has not changed in his teaching style in his previous life. You should know that many students cannot memorize the big points of psychology, and often cannot achieve a very high score in the final exam. If you want to pass the exam, you can only rely on your usual scores to go up. But if you don’t even write homework and don’t have any ordinary scores, the passing rate will definitely be terrible.

If the passing rate is too low, his assessment will definitely be affected. Although Gotham University does not have any reliable professor assessment plan, and no one will care about students and failing, Schiller was used to it in his previous life. He felt that before he could use his three successes, Gotham University's students who have received happy education since childhood have broken the defense.

If they were thrown into the university where Schiller taught in his previous life, they would be able to kill them with just a small paper in the classroom. You should know that those students wrote 20,000 small papers and completed the big papers according to the standards of publishing.

So he was particularly unable to understand. Some people can’t write enough words for a small paper that only requires less than 3,000 words. Moreover, the number of words in English papers is itself less than that in Chinese papers. The standard paper of 3,000 words is only 2,000 words. Why can’t they just communicate?

So after Schiller used all kinds of methods to chase homework, three-quarters of people in his class could finally hand in homework, of course, including Evans, and even the better one. He basically handed in every article, each article had enough words, and the content was pretty good. He won the first place two or three times.

Schiller thinks that such a good student should be praised. They are all freshmen. Look at the ignorant blues. The essay with two thousand words can occupy one-third of the turning words, meaningless modification and description can occupy one-third. The rest is a. Other people's dashes only have two characters to write, and he can write a long row. In this way, he is embarrassed to let Schiller catch him.

Falcone frowned slightly and said, "Since that's the case, how is Evans performing in school? Are there any problems with his homework? What about the test scores?"

Evans took a deep breath and Schiller said: "In fact... it's very good. Anna, who taught advanced mathematics, also talked to me. Evans's science is pretty good. At least I'm willing to give him a postgraduate quota. He is quite talented in psychology."

Evans breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing his son's behavior, Falcone said directly:

"In the future, Professor Schiller will be your tutor."

Evans shuddered and his back felt cold, but he didn't dare to question his father's decision, so he could only say: "Okay, father."

Falcone stood up from the chair with two armrests, and said, "It seems that I have to deal with you, the troubles you have brought from the Metropolis."

Schiller shook his head and said, "This is a big trouble. I don't think the price I paid is worth your efforts."

"Being a tutor to my son is not enough, but if you become a friend of the Falcone family, we will settle all the trouble for our friends," Falcone said.

"Behind the Metropolis there is a huge dark vortex that no one can imagine. I escaped from there, but lost a lot of things. There is no need for Gotham people to participate in the Metropolis, right?"

Falcone shook his head, and he took another sip of the cigar and said, "You don't know me enough, sir. Forty years ago, I came to Gotham alone. No one had ever heard of Falcone's name at that time. Thirty years ago, I became the master of Three Streets, and there was no Falcone family at that time..."

"I don't want to brag about my achievements, but I have spent forty years ruled Gotham and ruled the city once called hell."

Falcone pressed the tail of the cigar against the table, and smoke rose from his fingers, and he said, "So you just need to answer 'yes', and all the troubles you have suffered will say goodbye to you."

Schiller looked at him, Falcone's expression calmer than Schiller thought.

Schiller thought that Falcone was obviously not the little villain of the Batman novice in the comics. He was the well-deserved godfather of Gotham and the uncrowned king of Gotham City.

Gotham City was never calm when there was no Batman. The godfather ruled here for forty years. Such a person could not be as stupid and short-sighted as described in the comics.

Finally, Schiller walked forward, he kissed Falcone's right hand and said, "...God bless Gotham, Godfather."

Schiller turned the accent of the last word into his mouth, and Falcone heard the subtle difference, but he didn't mind.

No matter how brilliant he was in the past forty years, the godfather was really old, and the heirs of the Falcone family were far from mature enough.
Chapter completed!