novelraw Chapter 988 957: Would You Kill for Me?
Chapter 988 957: Would You Kill for Me?
"If Saveli ever hears your description, he would spend a whole day pacing around his office!" Still wearing a white shirt and a black coat, impeccably tailored to fit snugly, it highlighted the youthful Godfather's elegance even more. His neatly combed golden hair lay flat behind his head; today he seemed quite formal—completely different from when I last saw him at 'Lei Mengda.' "Never has anyone been so rude to stare at me like that while still managing to sit calmly."
This is a tall and rectangular building where the Clompor Clan has resided for over a hundred years. The mansion's facade along the street is dead, high and dark, very different from the Mediterranean style, resembling a gloomy monastery with tall shutters almost always closed. At the back, there is a damp garden, where a few trees grow striving for sunlight, tall and thin, their branches towering above the stone-covered roofs.
Xiao Lin found it hard to imagine such an ancient place existing amidst a sunny and passionate environment, so disparate from someone radiating luminescence.
"This is where our Clompor Clan discusses matters and conducts judgment, a sacred and solemn place handed down by our ancestors. I prefer staying at my little villa, but someone recently died there, and the house is still filled with the smell of blood. Mr. Xiao, I hope you don't mind sharing breakfast with me here!" Nicholas threw a piece of bloody meat into a cage from the large platter of fresh meat the servant brought up. Soon after, the roar of a beast and the sound of ravenous chewing pierced Xiao Lin's nerves.
"These are two Tosa Fighting Dogs. Compared to pit bulls, I lean towards the former! They remain quiet and docile amid vicious and relentless tearing; I love everything contradictory!" Nicholas took off the bloodstained white gloves and threw them aside, then pulled out a wet napkin, repeatedly wiping his fingers—a person with severe mysophobia certainly doesn't have an easy-going heart. Xiao Lin watched Nicholas' little actions and dared to assert that this man's manic traits were well concealed. "From what I know, Mr. Xiao seems to also have a penchant for keeping pets. Mongolian wolves are hard to raise; the one in your possession is quite a rare variant, with less than completely white fur, its grey hairs look quite sultry. How did you manage to tame it so well? I'm quite curious!"
"My blood!"
Nicholas was momentarily stunned by Xiao Lin's answer, then he closed the door. The breakfast options on the table were plentiful, but Xiao Lin had no appetite.
"Yesterday, a batch of goods in my possession disappeared, and you just happened to be at the scene. I want to know where my goods went—both the vehicle and people vanished from my territory." Nicholas, chewing on a piece of cheesecake and savoring a sip of black coffee, thoroughly enjoyed this blend of contradictions and unity. "These are not important. What intrigues me is why after leaving the scene, you returned and attacked the police, which baffles me greatly; it contradicts your usual composure and calmness in the underworld."
"Do the five Mafia families truly work collaboratively, as the Godfather claims?" Xiao Lin evaded Nicholas' question. "I think I've already got an answer from you."
Nicholas squinted his blue eyes threateningly and moved closer to Xiao Lin. "Are you questioning my methods? Or my men?"
"The Godfather is more aware than I am about the ins and outs of this incident; otherwise, I wouldn't be sitting here unscathed. You don't suspect me!" Xiao Lin chuckled twice. "I don't aim to cause trouble on your sacred grounds; once my goals are met, I will naturally leave. But evidently, some people aren't thinking this way, so I want to ask the Godfather a question."
"Please go ahead, Mr. Xiao."
"In opposing the Xiao Family and eliminating dissenters, which would you choose?"
Nicholas stared at Xiao Lin for a long time, his pupils dilating abruptly like a cat's eyes. "I'll give you a definite answer in three days."
Many things can happen in three days, and many things can change! For Xiao Lin, these three days were quite indulgent. Within this gloomy building, Nicholas did not shy away from handling any affairs right in front of him. This kind of 'open and honest treatment' made him regard this current great Godfather differently. Whether it was an act or not, in Xiao Lin's eyes, he was indeed admirable.
"Mr. Xiao, I am giving you three months to handle your affairs. During this period, I won't offer any help, but obviously, I won't pose any threats to your life either. You are free for these three months." In the same room, during the same morning, and with the same breakfast, Nicholas offered his answer, listened attentively and seriously by Xiao Lin. "I won't make a definite conclusion on the choice you've given me yet. As the head of the family, we have our own rules. Naturally, I also hope our Italian Mafia won't have any unpleasant dealings with your Xiao Family. Regarding Mr. Xiao's private suspicions about my men, without concrete evidence, I likewise cannot provide any answer."
In fact, Nicholas hadn't said anything substantial; during these three months, he is 'free', but not allowing one soldier or pawn to be moved is akin to taking a beating, and Xiao Lin coldly scoffed. "I believe the Godfather will properly handle your subordinates. The Wang Brothers and their mastermind are imperative for me; in the face of interests, there is a blade hanging over everyone's head."
Xiao Lin exited the ancient Clompor Clan building, and Nicholas' desk already displayed a dossier regarding the Wang Brothers. With a furrowed brow, he shredded every examined document through the paper shredder. "Has anyone come forward to take the blame for Jack's death?"
"No family has come forward yet!" The butler standing behind Nicholas responded, rigidly maintaining his posture.
"Prepare the car; I need to go out!"
Charles turned off the television; since the incident, Xiao Lin hadn't returned. For three days, he ventured into every nook and cranny, only hearing rumors that someone bailed him out, someone took him away—without a body or homicide, Palermo seemed exceptionally peaceful and quiet during these three days, so much so that even the slightest theft hadn't occurred. It felt discordant; even the police sensed this rare tranquility was a precursor to stormy mayhem.
Three days! When Xiao Lin walked the streets, he felt the air thick with chaos; his keen senses seemed to detect this unsettling calm. Nicholas had given him three months without interference; however, it was uncertain whether his men would stay uninvolved. Wang Zhantian likely reached an agreement with one or several families, the arms hijacking serving as a prelude. That night, the shadow was female—who could it be?
Was Nicholas truly believing he wasn't the one who took the arms? Judging from his answer three days later, this person's paranoia was as deep as his mysophobia. His shadow lingered in both scenarios under the Clompor Clan's realm of power, and whatever the reason, he'd unquestionably become Nicholas' suspect. Someone targeted him as a pawn, intending to incite conflict between him and Nicholas for personal gain—this explanation fits best.
Without domestic information about Wang Zhanting's mastermind, he couldn't entirely extrapolate possibilities; it was akin to finding a needle in a haystack, between Nicholas on one side and an unidentified mastermind on the other—one misstep could mean falling into the latter's well-arranged trap, already with one foot in. The opponent apparently understood his style, his thought process mapped out—they were eerily familiar, a terrifying sensation where calculated moves were leading him into a peculiar cycle.
Xiao Lin lit a cigarette; three months isn't exceptionally long nor short; Nicholas undeniably must have his plans. At this thought, a familiar figure flashed past on the street ahead—Xiao Lin chased, seeing only the taillight and silhouette.
Hua Qingyi siding with Jessica, driving a newly purchased sports car, flaunting ostentatiously on the streets, drawing both envious and jealous glances.
"My dear, I truly wish to be with you always." Jessica raised her arms to feel the gust from the speeding car, deeply captivated by the foreign man beside her, entranced by his handsome features, majestic stature, and generous, gentlemanly demeanor. Each aspect exuded nobility, earning her significant prominence among her girlfriends and inciting men coveting his beauty to want to eradicate this sudden interloper.
"Anything you want, I'm willing to do for you!" Hua Qingyi drove deftly towards the coast.
"Really?" Jessica blinked her bright eyes. "I want you right now!"
With a screech, Hua Qingyi indiscriminately swerved the car across a lane, parking it by the roadside. "What's hard about that? But I don't want other men seeing your sexy body—yours is exclusive to me."