Chapter 32

Clearly annoyed, Su Yang's voice had barely fallen when his figure already darted out at a speed that was hard for the naked eye to discern. First, a crisp sound of a slap echoed, followed by a series of sounds as guns hit the ground.

It took only a few breaths, and before anyone could react, Su Yang had already returned to his original position, crossing his arms and smiling leisurely, "Guns are just tools, and they are quite useless."

Anthony, holding his swollen cheek, scanned the guns scattered on the ground in disbelief. What terrified him was that the guns on the ground had all been crumpled into lumps of iron.

This was exactly the effect Su Yang wanted. If it weren't for the fact that Anthony was the descendant of a little brother he had taken in years ago, Su Yang's slap would have put him in bed for at least three to five months.

The brutality of the Mafia is well-known, but when faced with someone who possesses even greater power, they become increasingly cautious and careful.

Su Yang's move effectively intimidated everyone present, including Anthony, who had been slapped.

More importantly, Su Yang not only mentioned his great-grandfather's name but also a phrase his great-grandfather often said, "Treat Easterners with extra politeness."

"Who are you?"

Anthony's question went unanswered. Su Yang moved again, this time, in less than ten seconds, he threw everyone in the bar except Anthony out the door, then closed the door and announced loudly,

"Kid, now you're kidnapped by me. You can call your family to ransom you. I don't want any ransom; I want Carlo to come and see me personally, if he's still alive."

"God! This guy isn't even human."

"What? I, the direct descendant of the Gambino family, the grandson of the Godfather, was kidnapped?"

"Who is the real Mafia?"

Anthony was already dazed by a series of events. Under Su Yang's sharp gaze, he struggled to dial his father's private number.

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In a private estate in the Upper West Side of Manhattan, an old man with a face full of age spots, older than a centenarian, was lying in a wicker chair, basking in the sun with his eyes closed contentedly.

At least fifty members of the Mafia, dressed in black suits and wearing sunglasses, were patrolling the estate. At this moment, a black Rolls-Royce sped into the estate, and a man in his sixties with gray hair got out of the car.

Fabio — the current leader of the Gambino family.

The person who controlled hundreds of thousands of Mafia members and operated a vast underground power, and also the most accomplished son of Carlo Gambino, the famous Godfather of the Mafia.

"Father, please forgive my intrusion, but I have to disturb you. Anthony has been kidnapped, and the other party said..."

Even after ruling for many years, Fabio still showed deep respect when he saw his father. He kissed his father's hand, knelt in front of the wicker chair where Carlo was lying, and said solemnly.

Carlo slowly opened his eyes, frowned slightly, and said, "Anthony was kidnapped?! This is the strangest thing I've ever heard. We are the Mafia, the great Gambino family. Even the Marcelli family wouldn't dare to provoke us like this. In New York, and in the United States, no one should dare to do such a foolish thing."

Fabio lowered his head and said, "Father, you're right. The person who kidnapped Anthony is neither American nor Italian, but a very young Easterner."

"He claims that he will only consider releasing Anthony if he sees you."

Recalling the recent events where he had gathered dozens of his most elite subordinates, who were comparable to special forces, to storm the bar to save his most favored grandson, only to suffer an unprecedented defeat, Fabio's voice became even lower.

"A young Easterner!"

Carlo, who had been lying in the wicker chair, suddenly stood up, his eyes flashing with a sharpness not seen in years, and asked with a hint of unease and doubt, "Have you seen that Easterner?"

Although puzzled by his father's reaction, Fabio still described Su Yang's appearance and features, then said dejectedly, "Father, I am incompetent."

Carlo completely ignored Fabio's self-reproach. After hearing the description of Su Yang's appearance, his body began to tremble involuntarily, and he said excitedly, "Am I dreaming? The Master has returned! Everything the Master said when he left was true. Ha ha, it's great. I always knew the Master was a man full of miracles. It's understandable for such things to happen to him."

Fabio had rarely seen his father, known for his cold and ruthless demeanor, in such an excited state.

While feeling puzzled, he also thought of something. After all, he had heard many stories from his father about the miraculous Easterner who had helped the Gambino family become the strongest Mafia power in America.

"Father, do you mean that the Easterner who kidnapped Anthony is related to our family's benefactor?"

"It can't be wrong; it's the Master who has returned."

Carlo said excitedly, then his face turned cold, "What are you waiting for? Let's go. If it's really the Master, and Anthony has offended him, consider him as if he never existed."

Fabio clearly understood what his father's words meant and silently prayed that Anthony wouldn't offend Su Yang too much.

Outside the door, which had been blasted to pieces by machine guns, hundreds of Gambino family members gathered, but no one dared to approach within ten meters of the door. Just a short while ago, eight more skilled companions were thrown out of the bar with their guns, though not dead, they were seriously injured.

"That Easterner is a devil!"

"That's not a human's skill; he actually dodged bullets..."

"In less than ten seconds! Twenty men who rushed in were thrown out. It's terrifying."

"Is he someone the Marcelli family brought from the East to deal with us?"

"Bullshit, the Marcelli family has always discriminated against Asians. This is impossible, but kidnapping Anthony, this can't be left unresolved."

Outside the group of Mafia members, three police cars were parked on the side of the road, blocking the entrance. A few police officers were chatting in groups, and some were even joking with the Gambino family members.

When a Mafia organization grows to the size of the Gambino family, it cannot maintain its power for a hundred years without strong government backing.

As long as there is no murder or report from others, the police turn a blind eye to "road safety," which is a normal operation of police-community cooperation.

Of course, these police officers didn't know what had happened in the bar. After all, the son of the second-largest Mafia family in New York being kidnapped in broad daylight would be a huge embarrassment for the Gambino family if it got out.

A black Rolls-Royce drove through the police cordon. Seeing the license plate, a few police officers nodded and smiled, not even thinking of stopping it. After all, the person represented by this car was someone even the mayor would show respect to.

The Rolls-Royce stopped at the bar's entrance. The car door opened, and Fabio got out first, then opened the door for his nearly hundred-year-old father.

When the Gambino family members gathered at the entrance saw Carlo get out of the car, they all fell silent, their eyes full of awe and surprise.

Although Fabio had been in power for over twenty years, all the members of the Gambino family knew that the true boss of the family was still Carlo.

Under years of authority, even the most ruthless killers in the family would often be terrified by a single glance from Carlo. The Godfather's authority was unchallenged within the family.

As long as Carlo was alive, the Gambino family would follow his orders, and there would be no second voice of opposition.

Carlo, in his twilight years, got out of the car with a cane, his body trembling. His cloudy eyes looked toward the open bar door, and he walked in unsteadily.

"Without my order, no one is to step over the threshold, including you, Fabio, my son." He gave a cold command, and his figure gradually disappeared from the sight of the bewildered crowd.

Inside the bar, Su Yang poured himself a glass of brandy, took a sip, and put the glass down, sighing, "I still can't get used to this Western stuff."

On the sofa in front of him, Anthony sat like a little rabbit, thoroughly frightened by Su Yang's terrifying skills.

When he heard a familiar cough, Anthony's face lit up with excitement. He knew his great-grandfather's voice well.

"It must be Carlo," Su Yang said, his hearing far superior to Anthony's.

"Alright, you can go out now. Don't delay my reunion with Carlo."

Su Yang casually waved his hand, and an invisible force lifted Anthony and threw him several meters away, sending him out of the bar.

As Carlo entered the bar, his voice rang out, "Anthony, go outside and stay there. Don't come back in."

In the dimly lit bar, Su Yang watched Carlo, who was trembling as he walked toward him, and his heart stirred. It had been nearly a hundred years, and seeing his former subordinate, now an old man, brought back memories.

"Carlo, you've aged."

Su Yang sighed lightly, a faint smile on his lips, and casually dragged a sofa over.