The Italian Mafia is also a member of the High Table, and a core member at that, so Giana's coronation ceremony would naturally be attended by high-ranking officials from the High Table.
Not long after Moriarty left, the High Table's envoy in Europe appeared.
He was a white-haired old man, walking with steady steps and an upright posture, approaching Giana under the escort of a group of bodyguards.
As a representative of one of the High Table's 12 members, and a branch of the Italian Mafia, Camorra holds Giana's seat.
Seeing the envoy's arrival, Giana bowed slightly.
"Jonathan, I didn't expect the High Table to send you."
Giana was a little surprised by Jonathan's arrival.
"Lorna is unavailable, so I came in her stead," Jonathan nodded.
He took the silver cup, filled with holy water, from a nearby attendant. Then he dipped his hand into the cup and flicked it three times onto Giana's crown.
After returning the silver cup to the attendant, Giana's coronation ceremony was completely finished, gaining recognition from all underworld forces and the High Table.
John remained standing in the distance, not revealing himself.
Soon, the envoy left, but another uninvited guest appeared.
When he appeared, everyone present quieted down considerably.
Watching the professor, dressed in a black suit and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, slowly walk in, many people took two steps back as he was about to pass.
"Christopher Allan Harris!"
The name was squeezed out of Giana's mouth, word by word, filled with chilling coldness.
Giana and Harris were sworn enemies.
Only villains knew the intricacies of their feud, though John also knew a little.
At this moment, Akeni also stood among the crowd, his gaze coldly fixed on Giana.
Because Giana's forces had encroached on his territory, he had originally wanted Giana to show mercy and not be so aggressive, but Giana refused his request.
Harris's appearance this time was precisely due to Akeni's invitation, as he knew very well that Harris and Giana were completely at odds.
"Long time no see! Giana!"
Harris spread his hands, feigning enthusiasm, but his cold tone and playful gaze silently yet brazenly conveyed his mockery to Giana.
Everyone was watching Harris, wondering what his next move would be. Provoking someone at a leader's coronation ceremony was not good behavior, but they believed this guy wouldn't be so foolish.
"It has indeed been a long time, but I don't believe you're here to celebrate my coronation." Giana's gaze was fixed on the bow tie on Harris's cuff. She knew clearly that at least 3 syringes were hidden beneath the bow tie.
Professor Harris, a man obsessed with chemical experiments, his style of operation involved using various poisons or chemical agents, and he also had some perverse hobbies.
His father had died at Harris's hands, although there was no clear evidence (Note: The original plot stated natural death).
But some things don't require evidence, and Harris has always been elusive.
Yet at this moment, he dared to appear openly at the coronation ceremony, which truly showed he underestimated people.
"Oh, it seems you don't welcome me, but that's alright." Harris slowly walked up to Giana. "At least for now, you can't lay a hand on me, can you?"
Facing the extremely arrogant Harris, Giana did not get angry, at least on the surface.
She even stepped forward, spread her hands, and looked at everyone present.
"Tonight is my coronation ceremony, so some things can be said, and some things cannot. But one thing I must say: I am very grateful for Professor Harris's presence. Although he and I have a small unresolved grudge, I hope to see Harris again after today."
After saying this, Giana no longer paid attention to Harris's changing expression and turned to walk to the highest point.
Harris's expression, however, was extremely colorful. He hadn't expected Giana to say such a thing so openly in front of everyone.
This was a clear hint to all forces that whoever captured him would be rewarded.
Harris shifted his gaze to Akeni, who was watching the show in the crowd. This damned guy, if he hadn't kept begging him, how could he have come?
Thinking of this, Harris's face turned ashen, and he turned to leave.
Seeing this, Akeni, who was below, also felt a chill down his spine. He would rather confront Giana than Harris, if not for needing Harris's help tonight.
Meanwhile, John, who had been in the crowd, vaguely sensed that something was amiss, so he quietly left the crowd and disappeared.
Eggsy saw everything. Although he was still a rookie, he was already capable of handling things on his own, and such a situation was not difficult for him to deal with.
He straightened his suit and casually picked up a glass of champagne from a passing attendant's tray.
Just as he was about to approach that man, he found that the man had already disappeared.
Their last meeting was not long ago in Berlin; this time, they met in Italy.
Unfortunately, he was already gone, and a regretful Eggsy could only take a small sip of champagne from his glass before quietly leaving.
The next intelligence would not be easy to gather, but he had to find a way.
On the other side, John had been following Harris from a distance.
He had been tailing Harris ever since he left the venue.
He and Harris were already not on good terms, and now that they had met, he certainly had to repay him well.
However, after a turn, John lost sight of the professor.
John immediately knew something was wrong and quickly darted into a nearby alley.
Sure enough, in the next second, several flying needles appeared where John had just been standing.
Rather than flying needles, they were more like anesthetic darts that delivered some kind of drug.
They were propelled by gas, so there was no sound.
"I didn't expect the famous Night Demon to be here as well."
The professor's voice came from the corner.
"You too, aren't you?"
John had already drawn the glock 34 from under his arm. He now held the gun with both hands, the barrel horizontally across his chest.
The professor was not just anyone; fighting him required extreme caution. That guy was covered in poison, and one wrong move could lead to falling for his tricks.
So, psychologically, John extremely disliked fighting the professor. This unexpected encounter was out of necessity, after all, he had been spotted.
The professor, hidden in the shadows, also had no intention of fighting John. Although they were extremely at odds, the problem was that this was Italy, Mafia territory. Once a fight broke out, the gunshots would not attract the police, but those damned Mafia members.
So, it was disadvantageous for him in every way, and he naturally couldn't engage John here, but a war of words was still necessary.
"I didn't expect you to attend Giana's coronation ceremony. That makes me a little curious. Didn't you claim to have retired?" The professor's voice was as cold as ever.
"Even if I've retired, I can still come to see old friends, can't I?" John said, slowly shifting his position.
The next moment, John suddenly leaned out.
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