Special Forces Medic

Chapter 1018 986: Night's Banquet (2)

"The Rose Staff's appearance will likely bring a bloodbath, and the Xiao Family, who possesses the Dharma Seal of Hijack, reportedly arrived in Sicily with their heir, who stayed at your Godfather's home for three days. Rumor has it that when Jack died, and during the arms robbery, he was present at the scene. Could this imply the Xiao Family allied with your Italian Mafia?" Cai Fanglin scoffed, aware that possessing the Dharma Seal and Rose Staff could command the world's gangs.

"Haha... In my view, someone's jealous!" Casab retorted, his arm still in a sling, his pale face making him look very frail.

"Yeah, yeah! Unlike some people who get provoked but don't dare make a sound, acting all subservient."

"What did you say? Repeat that if you dare." Casab roared angrily, standing up abruptly, a gun appearing in his hand, pointing directly at Cai Fanglin.

"Oh, wanting to get physical? I wasn't raised to be scared!" Cai Fanglin boldly jumped onto the table, instantly appearing taller and more imposing, dressed in traditional attire with black cloth shoes. Despite being over forty, he was remarkably energetic and agile.

Augusto quickly restrained Casab's arm. "Now isn't the time for internal conflict, the Godfather will arrive soon," he whispered behind Casab.

Casab glared at Cai Fanglin, suppressing his anger and sitting down, while Ma Xin forcefully repositioned Cai Fanglin. Augusto's reasoning was sound; none of them were aware of who this person was, and internal strife might lead to unforeseen consequences.

"Lao Cai, you're no spring chicken, yet still so hot-tempered. Let's assess the situation first; whoever's behind this can gather us together, likely has ill intentions. We're all Sicilians, fighting amongst ourselves while outsiders laugh isn't the way."

Cai Fanglin, admonished by Ma Xin, appeared submissive but didn't hide the murderous intent in his eyes when looking at Casab again.

As the two continued to taunt each other, three cars and a white BMW drove into the estate, arriving almost simultaneously at the villa's entrance.

Nicholas glanced at the adjacent white sports car, which clearly blocked his vehicle. From the two cars parked behind, three young men emerged—they appeared youthful, almost naive. They glanced at the white BMW, one slightly agitated but restrained due to Nicholas's presence.

The last person to exit the vehicle was Raphael, sharing the car with Nicholas, making a striking appearance before the three, whose expressions varied.

"Let's go!" Nicholas casually remarked upon seeing Raphael.

The people partying on the ground floor, many had never seen the great Sicilian Mafia Godfather. The appearance of the five at the doorway caused a minor stir.

Nicholas's iconic blonde hair, blue eyes, and handsome face made him a controversial figure in the Godfather's history, his looks leading some to question his ability.

"This person is not on the invitation list." On ascending to the second-floor platform, Nicholas was stopped, or rather, Raphael was.

"Who?" Nicholas spoke softly, but the person stopping him spoke loud enough for those below to hear, cleverly quieting the rowdy hall, as everyone eagerly observed how the high-status Godfather would handle this.

"This gentleman wasn't invited to enter the central meeting room, so I can't allow entry." Presumably security personnel, with unwavering focus on Nicholas, competently executing his duties, the kind Bosses love. But Nicholas wasn't his boss, nor was he Nicholas's subordinate, mutual disregard ensued.

"What if I insist on bringing him in?"

"Then he'd need a qualifying identity to attend this meeting. But Mr. Raphael doesn't seem to be a family member, merely a civilian, so..." Before security finished, a large hand pinned him to the wall, Nicholas taking action. Behind him, Raphael maintained a cold demeanor.

"Raphael Clompor, does this identity suffice?"

"Of course it can!" A middle-aged man stood behind the five, unobtrusively. "Let them proceed."

Nicholas released the security officer, eyeing the Chinese man. He didn't seem to be known in Sicily, nor possessing the aura of someone involved in organized crime.

"Mr. Clompor, please follow me." The middle-aged man's courtesy was evident, his sincere smile disarming Nicholas into compliance, dropping the dispute over his family member's affront.

"You are..."

"I am the master of this manor." While speaking, several people had already reached the central meeting room on the third floor.

The master of the manor? That must be the person who posted the invitation card this time. Nicholas slightly opened his blue eyes in astonishment; anyone who can command the 'Black Crow' and other second or third-tier figures is definitely not simple.

"Please!" Without giving Nicholas any chance to react, the middle-aged man had already pushed open the door. Nicholas nodded slightly and walked in. Augusto, Casab, and a few others immediately stood up, while Ma Xin and Cai Fanglin remained seated in their places.

Mozafi regretted not choosing a good seat, stuck at the bend in the middle, making it impossible for him to exit or be noticed first.

Nicholas led his three young companions to their seats, one sitting in Gambino's place, and the other two in Bernano's seats, which clearly indicated their identities; anyone perceptive would understand without needing an introduction.

"Raphael, sit next to me." Nicholas pointed to an empty seat beside himself to Raphael, who had no place to sit. This seemed to be reserved for the East Three Provinces, but strangely, hadn't this person died three days ago? Could the master of the manor be out of touch? Of course, no one voiced this doubt.

"I apologize for keeping everyone waiting. Now that Mr. Clompor and several clan leaders have arrived, shall we begin?"

"Please wait a moment, one more hasn't arrived yet." Nicholas glanced at Casab, making him quite embarrassed with such a rude interruption, while Cai Fanglin far on the other side burst into laughter even more impolitely.

The middle-aged man was quite composed, facing Casab at a forty-five-degree angle. "Mr. Genovis, is there another guest?"

"Ah! Yes, he should be arriving soon."

"This!" The middle-aged man scanned the room; it seemed that everyone supposed to be here was present, except for the deceased from the East Three Provinces. "Ah, yes, we're still missing a friend; the City Lord of Sin City hasn't arrived yet." It was as if he noticed that the originally empty seats had been taken by two additional people. "Thank you, Mr. Genovis, for the reminder."

Just as Casab was about to speak, Nicholas glared at him, making him remain silent. At that moment, a security-looking person walked in from outside and whispered a few words to the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man furrowed his brows, glanced at Casab, and nodded. "Today, we have quite a few guests!"

Casab dared not meet Nicholas's gaze and hung his head, regretting not giving prior notice.

The door was opened again, and a man more beautiful than a woman walked in, his well-tailored suit highlighting his slender yet robust physique.

"Hua Qingyi? The heir of the Hua Family, one of the four major families in Yanjing?" Ma Xin opened his mouth in surprise, not expecting to encounter this figure here; it seems the rumors outside may have some truth.

"I apologize, everyone, for arriving late."

"And you are..." The middle-aged man was overwhelmed by Hua Qingyi's appearance, gathering his thoughts before asking.

"I am Hua Qingyi, the fiancé of Jessica Genovis." Hua Qingyi introduced himself boldly and walked behind Casab.

"Ah, you are the legendary business prodigy heard in the rumors, forgive my impoliteness." The middle-aged man suddenly realized. "I did not expect you to be so young, Mr. Genovis indeed is a lucky man!"

Feeling the increasingly sharp gaze from Nicholas, Casab could only smile and nod, the cold sweat soaking the shirt beneath him.

"Perhaps the City Lord of Sin City has other engagements and cannot come, I do not wish to waste everyone's time. I am truly grateful for joining my banquet amidst your busy schedules; I am Shao Weihua."

A very unfamiliar name! This was the sentiment shared by almost everyone present; whether in the world of legality or illegality, one would leave some memory, yet this Shao Weihua was like a blank sheet of paper, containing nothing.

Seemingly aware of this awkward situation, the middle-aged man remained unfazed, continuing casually in a leisurely manner. "Everyone must be curious what this column is doing here, I..."

"Shao, stop your babbling, I don't care what you're up to. With such elaborate fuss to have us come, we're not here to listen to your verbose words." Ma Xin couldn't hold back Cai Fanglin's mouth, and the words were already spoken.

"Boss Cai, your temperament is indeed straightforward, hahaha!" Shao Weihua laughed heartily, unaffected by Cai Fanglin's sarcasm. "But I must finish what I was saying earlier, everyone has been sitting here for quite a while, waiting for this moment; as for what follows, we'll discuss it slowly." (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation votes and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation.)