Free Web NovelChapter 1141: Chapter 1121: One-on-One with the Dragon Subduer
"You, who exactly are you?" At this moment, Wang Weibo finally realized the terror of his opponent. Under the Genovese Clan, there was no one so frightening in the entire Sicilian Mafia. "Are you Raphael?" He kept guessing, and for him, the only person he could think of was the assassin leader who was praised as a legend.
"Boss Wang, we spoke on the phone not long ago. Have you forgotten my voice so soon?" Raphael? This name had been forgotten for a long time, and Wang Weibo’s guesses always revolved around the Italian Mafia. Could it be that the person targeting Troy wasn’t him? Xiao Lin spoke with his own voice, causing Wang Weibo to widen his eyes and raise his right hand to point at him.
"You, how can you be here? Weren’t you supposed to be with the Fatty?" Could the information be incorrect? Not long ago, he received news from the hands targeting the Fatty. How could he suddenly appear here?
"Ah, you remembered, huh? Well then, let’s settle some scores!" Xiao Lin tossed the head in his hand to the side, spinning spikes in his palms creating a gust of wind. "Where’s the cargo?"
"What cargo?" Wang Weibo was a bit at a loss.
"Didn’t you just arrange a meeting point with the Fatty? How could you forget so quickly?"
"Were those two women your doing?" While asking, Wang Weibo quietly slipped on steel-forged knuckles, tested their fit, and began to maneuver throughout the hall. "I, Mr. Wang, have always kept to myself, avoiding crossing paths. What is Young Master Xiao trying to do?"
"Those who kill my brothers or touch my people usually don’t end well. Moreover, you work for Wang Zhanting. We’ll have plenty of opportunities to meet in the future. But leaving you around will only hinder me. Didn’t you take out Cross? You know he was my man, right!"
"Wasn’t he a CIA agent? He only has himself to blame for digging too deep and pushing too hard."
"Who says CIA agents can’t work for me? Wang Weibo, your downfall is due to your arrogance. I didn’t plan to come after you so soon, but unfortunately, you’re too greedy." Xiao Lin stood still, not moving a fraction. "You probably won’t get Mr. Su’s goods; however, I might spare your life if you tell me where the arms from Yanjing are."
"I don’t know!" As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Weibo charged towards Xiao Lin with his fists. Compared to Wang Zhanting, he was a trained fighter. The strength of his punches reflected his usual discipline.
With a deafening clash of metals and dull thuds of body blows, the two briefly parted before Wang Weibo let out a roar, charging at Xiao Lin again.
Xiao Lin’s spikes stirred the air, and just as he was about to collide with Wang Weibo, the spikes suddenly dipped down. The rapidly swinging spikes stabbed into the marble floor, flipping up a layer of stone chips that shrouded Wang Weibo like a net. Eyes locking in concentration, he took advantage of evading the stone chips, hurling his body with the support of the spikes, his powerful legs kicking precisely towards Wang Weibo’s chest.
Slash! The chest jolted, and his throat tasted a metallic sweetness. Wang Weibo gritted his teeth, swallowing back the blood about to spurt out, his whole body flung down by Xiao Lin’s strike, crashing to the ground.
Just as Xiao Lin was about to launch another attack, Wang Weibo flipped up, quickly shifted his form, and turned his disadvantage into a fierce offense, twisting his waist, targeting the oncoming Xiao Lin wielding spikes.
Clang! Steel-forged brass knuckles intercepted the spike’s thrust with a screeching friction, following the movement with a savage kick to Xiao Lin’s chest, his vicious move as deceitful as his nature.
Bang! After the dull thud, although Wang Weibo achieved an effective strike, for such a formidable opponent as Xiao Lin, it was as insignificant as a child’s scratch, causing him no harm.
With a sneer, seemingly knocked away by Wang Weibo, Xiao Lin reached out with his left hand to retract the spikes. Before Wang Weibo could gather momentum again, Xiao Lin seized the outstretched right leg, harshly swinging it aside.
Thud thud! Both men smashed into a nearby pillar with immense force and accompanying pain that made Wang Weibo’s body stiffen involuntarily. He definitely didn’t anticipate Xiao Lin having such reflexes, reacting as naturally as playing a game of make-believe, without so much as a hurried pant, such a disparity unnoticedly imparting a daunting pressure.
"Just tell me where Shao Weihua’s arms are, and I’ll let you go!" The spikes in his palms spun again, the blood-soaked red at their center exuding an eerie energy.
"Only Shao Weihua knows, asking is pointless." Xiao Lin tilted his head, scrutinizing Wang Weibo, seemingly pondering the credibility of this statement. "I’m not lying; I really don’t know."
"Is Troy’s case hired help?" As if confirming something, Xiao Lin casually asked.
"No!" Wang Weibo blurted out without a second thought. "I only hired someone to take out that CIA agent."
"Then tell me, what reason do I have to spare your life?" He continued pondering. "But no matter how I think about it, it seems the only way to warn Wang Zhanting is by killing you, just like Zhan Tian."
"What?"
Wang Weibo was startled. He forced himself to gather his strength, raising his fists to meet the incoming spike. The crisp sound of metal clashing rang out, echoing all around. Wang Weibo’s strong body was thrown to the ground by the terrifying force, both arms slashed with blood oozing out, a dreadful sight.
"You..."
In the distance, the sound of sirens could be heard. Xiao Lin hesitated, looking at Wang Weibo lying on the ground. It seems heaven is not ready to claim your life; someone must have discovered the body on the lawn and reported it. Xiao Lin sighed. "Consider yourself lucky. Remember not to cross paths with me again; otherwise, it will be your end."
"Just like that, dead?"
The same question appeared in several places. Wang Weibo was found dead in his own home; the news was published early, with several photos and detailed descriptions.
Nicholas blinked his icy blue eyes, glancing at the newspaper headlines once more. Then he noticed a few other small news items in a tiny, black-framed section.
"Murphy, Murphy!" Nicholas shouted, realizing his tea was gone. "I need more tea and scones. Yesterday was quite the night; has Miss Adam woken up yet?" He called out while flexing his bandaged right hand, though as a left-hander, the injury did not hinder him, and judging by his radiant face, he was living quite comfortably, unaffected by ’Vagnai.’
Murphy rushed in, frowning at Nicholas for not taking care of his injury, mumbling under his breath. "Young Master, what are you up to so early? Your voice is about to blow the roof off the whole house. Do you intend to wake up all the ancestors of our Clo Clan?"
Nicholas was in such a good mood that he couldn’t be bothered to argue with his butler. "Where’s Adam?"
"She’s preparing lunch for you." Ever since she returned late the other night, the woman had been acting strange, but since the master hadn’t said anything, Murphy thought it best not to meddle.
"Really?" Nicholas jumped off the sofa. "Does that mean I have another feast today?"
"Yes, you’ll grow some more meat." Murphy teased Nicholas. "But please, Young Master, focus. I hope my kitchen won’t be turned into a battlefield while I’m gone." Though he had to admit Adam’s cooking was good, especially the Chinese dishes, the process of making them seemed like a chaotic onslaught.
"Murphy, I think you’re in a bad mood today." Nicholas noticed the sarcastic tone in his butler’s every word. "Tell me, what happened?"
"It’s nothing, really, just ran into an idiot that was a bit annoying." Murphy recalled the morning’s encounter, feeling irritated. Seeing that the Young Master had noticed, he started to reflect.
"You rarely refer to our family’s name incompletely, and you’ve mentioned Clo Clan more than once today. I now order you to give a full account of what happened, or else I’ll send you to do volunteer work in the South District for three days before returning." Nicholas sat upright, hands resting on the armrests, fingers interlocked.
Murphy pursed his lips; he didn’t want to talk but was equally unwilling to go to the South District, Palermo’s most chaotic place, a gathering point for the lowest of the low. He couldn’t recall who managed that area now, but it was notoriously filthy like sewage.
"Alright! Is it related to this?" Nicholas shook the newspaper in his hand, loudly reading a piece of news. "Last night at ’tomor,’ two prostitutes collapsed in the bar unconscious, and we received the final report from the hospital this morning that both women had died of cardiac arrest, coinciding with a man jumping off a building incident."
"Enough, Young Master, stop reading. There’s much more to it; so many died yesterday." Murphy deflated, slumping into a nearby chair. "Guess who I ran into this morning while out on your errands?"
"Let me think, there’s probably only one person who could anger you this much. Robert should still be at ’Vagnai,’ where he can’t cross you. Wang Weibo also mysteriously died in his apartment last night, so the only remaining thorn in your side must be that big shot, could it really be Shao Weihua?" Seeing Murphy’s flushed face, Nicholas’s blue eyes widened, his blond hair braided for some unknown reason, exposing his full forehead. "If I remember correctly, you were at the hospital this morning to discharge Augusto back here, right?" (To be continued. If you like this work, you’re welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
