Robert De Niro: tapping fingers You gotta tell me... what really happened with my grandfather and the Black Hand in China?
whispering My friend, Mr. De Niro, your grandfather was arrested for being the head of the Black Hand in China.
leans in closer, eyes narrowing What the hell was he doing involved with something like that?
speaks softly Mr. De Niro, your grandfather was a man driven by revenge after the death of his first wife, Natasha. After she passed away, he became obsessed with tracking down those responsible for her demise.
voice trembling with anger So he decided to become some kind of vigilante?
nods Yes, Mr. De Niro. His obsession with justice led him down a dark path. He started gathering information, making connections, and eventually, he became the leader of a secret organization known as the Black Hand.
clenches fists Shit! Did he... did he really kill anyone?
swallows hard Yes, Mr. De Niro. Your grandfather was responsible for the deaths of several individuals he believed were connected to Natasha's death.
stands up abruptly, pacing Jesus Christ! What kind of twisted game was he playing? How could he justify taking another life?
speaks quietly Sometimes people, when consumed by grief and anger, lose sight of what's important. Your grandfather was blinded by his desire for revenge.
pauses, deep in thought Blind... yeah, that makes sense. But why didn't he ever talk to me about any of this?
sighs He may have felt ashamed or afraid that you would judge him, Mr. De Niro.
runs hands through hair Goddammit! Why didn't I see this coming? How could I have been so oblivious?
stares at the floor No one is perfect, Mr. De Niro. We all have our secrets and our burdens to bear.
takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself You're right, Orgamersu. None of us are perfect. But I can't help but wonder...
listens intently Wonder what, Mr. De Niro?
pauses, looking determined I need to find out more about this Black Hand organization.
raises an eyebrow Are you planning to follow in your grandfather's footsteps, Mr. De Niro?
laughs bitterly Hell no! I'm not becoming a vigilante like my grandfather. But I need to understand him, understand what drove him to that point.
nods slowly I understand, Mr. De Niro. Revenge can be a dangerous temptation, especially when it consumes someone's entire being.
grabs a stack of old photographs Look at these, Orgamersu. They're pictures of my grandfather's associates, members of the Black Hand. See if you can find any connections between them and Natasha's death.
examines the photos one by one This is quite a task, Mr. De Niro. It may take some time.
leans forward, intense I don't have time, Orgamersu. The sooner we uncover the truth, the sooner we can prevent history from repeating itself.
nods Understood, Mr. De Niro. I'll get right on it.
paces back and forth, frustration evident Come on, come on... there has to be something here, some clue that ties all this together!
stops pacing, turns to Orgamersu Hey, you found something? What did you discover?
looks down, embarrassed Well, Mr. De Niro, it seems like your grandfather wasn't just targeting random people.
leans in closer, eyes wide with curiosity What do you mean, Orgamersu? Who was he really after?
takes a deep breath Your grandfather, it appears, was focused on a group of influential individuals known as the Four Kings.
sits up straight, leaning forward The Four Kings? Are you talking about those powerful business magnates? What the hell did they have to do with Natasha's death?
glances at Robert, weighing his words It is likely that the Four Kings were involved in Natasha's demise, Mr. De Niro. Your grandfather believed they were responsible, or at the very least, knew who was.
stands up abruptly, anger simmering beneath the surface Those bastards! If they had anything to do with Natasha's death, I swear I'll make them pay!