Special Forces Medic

Chapter 1021 - 9819: Grim Reaper Descends (2)

"Mr. Kromop, are you trying to break the contract now?"

"I’ve already agreed to give Mr. Xiao Lin three months to handle his affairs, and our Mafia won’t intervene." Nicholas’s blue eyes flickered. "That doesn’t count as a breach of contract; the owner of the Rose Staff is not backing down, so I’m not evading my promise."

Shao Weihua was initially taken aback, not because he couldn’t find words to refute, but because he knew that speaking would be equivalent to pushing this big shot towards Xiao Lin. Although the Sicilian Mafia is lax, it values family honor more than anyone else, and this young Godfather’s patience exceeds that of ordinary people. He waited for three days, and the Godfather made no moves while the deaths of family members occurred silently; choosing a successor in three days, the overwhelming pressure cannot be underestimated.

The occasional hidden killing intent of Blue was equally able to maintain gentlemanly decorum; such a person is a pity not to be used.

"Hahaha!" Shao Weihua laughed to himself. "I will relay your words to my client, and of course, I’d like you to keep your promise today."

Both parties retreated a step to find common ground. Nicholas extended his hand, his fair fingers long and powerful, the joints slightly calloused betraying his fondness for firearms and possibly other weapons. "Naturally, as long as he is still alive by then, and that includes you and your people—those who kill our Mafia won’t go unpunished."

This great Godfather is not a man of good temperament, merely waiting for the right moment; three months from now, who wins, who loses, depends on which side he leans towards.

Nicholas patted Casab’s shoulder; due to Hua Qingyi’s influence, he hadn’t suffered any harm, but the woman seemed dazed, wanting to be near the big man, yet hesitating about something.

"I can forgive you once, but that doesn’t mean you can continue your insolence." Casab nodded, glanced at Hua Qingyi, then followed Nicholas out; now wasn’t the Sicilian Mafia’s concern, the supreme ruler’s decision had no dissent.

Qing Yi didn’t leave, nor would he; he could sense Wang Zhantian was very close, this was the only way to find him now, so he rushed entirely towards Shao Weihua.

For Hua Qingyi now, capturing the king first would mean that catching Shao Weihua could force him to hand over Wang Zhantian, so when Nigulais’s last man left the room, he sprinted towards the person two meters away.

Hua Qingyi was fast, but the gray shadow was faster!

Seeing Hua Qingyi’s sweeping kick, the gray shadow flipped his palms to strike at his leg. Between the palm prints, two streaks of silver light mixed with the gust of wind struck Hua Qingyi’s leg.

The sharp blade swiftly grazed his ankle, sliding in the direction of the tendon; unable to dodge, Hua Qingyi could only glide to the other side, flipping a table that hit the wall.

Sticky liquid slid down from the previous place, and Hua Qingyi frowned, a tearing pain passing as he knelt on the ground, probing the spot with his right hand.

"Hua Qingyi, this is my territory; I spared you earlier for Genovis’s sake, but now if you want to leave, it won’t be so easy." Shao Weihua changed from his usual manner, smirking coldly. "Leave none alive, kill!"

"What?" Silent until now, Cai Fanglin suddenly shrieked, but Ma Xin beside him jumped out. "I’ve seen arrogant people, but no one as dishonorable as you."

"Honorable? Cai Fanglin, do you think escaping from Huaxia to Sicily makes people unaware of your deeds? Even if you’re executed here today, no one would dare ask a question."

"Damn, who are you fooling?" Cai Fanglin first trembled, then loudly pretended to be brave. "Even the Xiao Family couldn’t do anything to me, and who do you think you are? Want to take me out, go then, go..."

Cai Fanglin couldn’t finish, staring dumbly at the red patch slowly spreading across his chest. Why couldn’t he feel pain? Watching as the blood flowed out with splattering sounds, yet not feeling any pain, his eyes seemed blurred by something; he turned, opened his mouth to speak, but only blood came out.

Ma Xin didn’t blink as he watched Cai Fanglin’s head being cleaved with a thirty-centimeter ax, exposing the white inside, feeling a surge of nausea, and collapsed to the side vomiting.

Cai Fanglin fell to the ground, right beside Ma Xin, the white brain matter mixing with his vomit. But this wouldn’t stop Ma Xin from facing his own fate.

"Help me!" Ma Xin extended his hand towards Hua Qingyi, his back already crushed by the big man, barely breathing as he dragged himself by his upper torso while his head hung, unable to support himself due to a broken spine, right hand raised high, chest pushed against the ground. "Save me!"

Crunch! Before he could utter the last word, Ma Xin’s neck was snapped, leaving the room with only himself still standing, while faint flashes in the distance rapidly approached, likely a large number of police heading towards the manor.

"Time’s about up!" Shao Weihua looked at the corpses on the ground and said calmly. Some had already rushed toward the lobby downstairs, where the revelers hadn’t noticed the looming danger; in the crowded space, suddenly someone fell in a pool of blood, bumping into the person next to them, and the whole hall exploded like a keg, excitement fueled by alcohol took over, and the dead turned into the fuse.

"Brilliant arrangement, I should’ve guessed you weren’t gathering so many gangsters just for a party." Hua Qingyi lit a cigarette, leaning against the side, his heel still twitching.

"Hahaha... Young Master Hua’s excellent performance allowed me to continue this game; it’s all thanks to Young Master Hua!" Shao Weihua laughed heartily. "But I truly didn’t expect Genovis to value you so much, even at the cost of opposing Nicholas." (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit qidian.com to vote for recommendations or monthly tickets; your support is my greatest motivation.)