SWNOVELS Chapter 5541
Antonio viewed a character like Charlie, who seemed to prioritize money over his own life, as a walking invitation to self-
destruction. Despite openly disclosing his ties to the mafia, he had the audacity to request money from Antonio. Wasn’t this akin
to bargaining for cash at the cost of his existence?
And how could he even consider handing him the money? You see, despite his net worth exceeding a staggering hundred million
dollars, every single penny in there was hard-earned. He’d toiled and strained to wring it from the very pockets of the less
fortunate. For any outsider to try and filch even a dime would be, figuratively speaking, akin to signing their own death sentence.
Initially, he was quite concerned that Charlie might have already tipped off the cops, with law enforcement just moments away.
Although he’d committed countless misdeeds in his past, He’d recently started mending my reputation. How could he possibly
harm this kid in front of the police? Yet, little did he know that this boy would willingly accompany him inside the house, all in the
pursuit of cold, hard cash. It felt like he was inviting a wolf into a tiger’s den.
Once he crossed the threshold, safe from prying police eyes, he could have his henchmen make quick work of him, then
orchestrate a break-in scenario. When the authorities arrived, they’d simply find a burglar who had met a fatal end at the hands
of his men. And with a savvy attorney at his side, the likelihood of jail time would be minimal. Even if the legal defense faltered
and someone went behind bars, it would be his lesser brother, disassociated from him.
Hence, the very moment Charlie expressed his desire to accompany him inside, he’d already resolved that he wouldn’t leave
alive.
Simultaneously, the police officers sensed the impending disaster once Charlie entered the premises. One of them kindly
suggested, “Sir, if you have any issues, it might be better to resolve them outside. Going in could complicate matters.”
With added conviction, he remarked, “Furthermore, demanding a hundred grand for this matter seems rather excessive. I’d
recommend considering the initial proposal of ten thousand dollars.”
Jagoan comprehended the officers underlying intentions but was determined to follow through with his morbid charade for
Antonio. He responded to the police, “I’m sorry, but I won’t accept ten thousand dollars. I insist on a hundred grand.”
Turning to Antonio, he declared, “Let’s go in. I’ll wait for you to collect the money.”
The police officer had no choice but to inquire once more, “Sir, if there are no objections and an agreement has been reached,
we’ll take our leave. Any further questions?”
Jagoan offered a slight smile and replied, “No. Thank you, comrade police.”
The American police officers exchanged perplexed glances upon hearing the term “comrade.” Then, holstering their firearms,
they returned to their vehicles and departed.
As soon as the police left, a transformation swept over Antonio’s demeanor. His feigned smile vanished, replaced by a chilling
countenance laden with murderous intent. He pointed contemptuously at Jagoan, then at Jordan and ordered his underlings,
“Take these esteemed guests to the wine cellar. After I’ve hosted them, I’ll have a personal conversation with them.”
When Antonio used the word “Guest,” Jagoan even heard the grinding of his teeth. However, Jagoan remained unfazed and with
a hint of disapproval, quipped, “Is ushering people to a wine cellar the Italian mafia’s idea of hospitality?”
“Please?” Antonio’s lips curled coldly. “Today, I’ll show you the true meaning of Sicilian hospitality!”
Julia, in Antonio’s grip, urgently whispered to Jagoan, “He’ll kill you. Please, let’s not stay here!”
Jagoan grinned and replied, “I’ve never been to Sicily. Today, I have the chance to experience ‘Sicilian hospitality’ in New York.
It’d be a shame to miss it.”
As he approached the manor, Jagoan couldn’t resist commenting, “Honestly, your estate isn’t all that impressive. Though it’s
near Long Island, it’s more like the gateway to Long Island. The true elites of New York are those who reside in Long Island.
What business do you have living here? Are you guarding the entrance for the wealthy on Long Island? Oh, right, I nearly forgot
your actual occupation, the underworld. You’re nothing more than a reaper for the poor, a guard dog for the rich and a lackey for
the powerful. Living on the fringe of Long Island, where the rich and powerful thrive, you play both protector and servant. It’s
quite the balancing act.”
“Damn it!” Antonio erupted, his rage uncontainable. He seized Jagoan’s collar, threatening, “You truly don’t understand the word
‘death.’ When you set foot in my territory today, you won’t leave alive. Remember your arrogance now, for you’ll soon discover
how you can beg for mercy!”
Jagoan remained unperturbed, offering no resistance or irritation as Antonio gripped his collar. He simply met Antonio’s gaze
with a smile and remarked, “I forgot to mention, while you can grasp my collar, there’s a price to pay, the hand that touches will
have to part ways with your arm. Your daughter may be lovely, but this is non-negotiable.”
As Jagoan goaded Antonio, the latter lost control of his temper. His fist rose, poised to strike Jagoan in the face.
In that tense moment, a whistle pierced the air behind Antonio. He turned to find a convoy of four Cadillacs and a Rolls-Royce
Phantom advancing around the corner. His countenance abruptly brightened, the fury forgotten. He pushed Jagoan aside and
hurried to the Rolls-Royce Phantom. There, he respectfully opened the rear door.
Seated inside was a middle-aged man. Antonio, who had been domineering moments ago, now bowed like a humble servant.
He welcomed the man, saying, “Dear Mr. Aman Ramovich, welcome to New York!”
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