Chapter 413

“I heard from Rick that it’s not safe outside lately.”

Rick’s son’s girlfriend sat in the car, looking at the young man beside her, a little worried.

She didn’t quite understand why the Five Families had suddenly become opposed to each other. She was not yet qualified to know these things.

Rick’s son put his arm around her waist and kissed her on the cheek.

This girlfriend of his was only nineteen. He liked her delicate cheeks, the feeling of her dewy, tender skin.

Although he didn’t know if she would become the kind of woman he imagined in the future, at this moment, she was perfect.

“He’s just trying to scare me because he doesn’t want me to go out.”

“Bandy has already started to mediate. Before a result comes out, we are all safe, unless they want an all-out war.”

He didn’t yet know that Lance had also joined the “opposing” camp. From his understanding of the current situation, this was a two-on-two match.

Whether it was the Pasoretto family or the Tita family, they had both been beaten half to death and were no match for them at all.

“I’ll be back soon, don’t worry…” He kissed his girlfriend, then turned and left without looking back.

He wouldn’t take his girlfriend with him, because today was destined to be a “carnival day.” They were going to have a grand party in the box, in a stadium with tens of thousands of people!

Such an event was obviously not suitable for this woman to accompany him, unless she was willing to accept more different kinds of protein, but he was not so willing.

She didn’t know if the two of them could make it to the end. She would work towards that direction.

She couldn’t stop him. She went to find Rick. Rick was also helpless with this son of his, and just promised her that he would send more people to protect his safety.

The convoy ran red lights all the way to the stadium. The Cassia family’s cars were all of the same brand and had similar license plates. This kind of convoy was highly recognizable.

Even if a patrol officer saw them run a red light, they wouldn’t cause trouble for themselves by following them and asking them to pull over. That was asking for death.

The stadium obviously also had enough rich experience in welcoming distinguished guests.

They entered the internal parking lot directly from the side entrance of the stadium, and then, through the internal corridors and elevators, they arrived at the box on the middle level.

The moment he pushed open the door, the people in the box immediately cheered for him!

The beautiful girls had already taken off their tops out of the heat. Their enthusiasm almost melted Rick’s son, which also made his mood exceptionally good the moment he entered the box.

After hugging a few good friends, they sat down on the sofa in the middle, eating fruit and chatting about recent events.

In the stadium, the teams were entering the field. The fans, constantly raising their hands and cheering, had already heated the atmosphere to the extreme before the game even started.

The three commentators also began to warm up the crowd. They made everyone laugh from time to time with their witty and humorous ways.

Whether it was the Sailing Team or the Aliens, they all looked very relaxed now. They were all talking and laughing. The Aliens’ batter even stood by the side and talked with David for a while.

They used to be teammates, before coming to the Sailing Team. The two had a good relationship. Although they worked in different places now, they would still keep in touch.

This circle was actually very small. The role of personal connections in a small circle is magnified many times compared to in a large circle.

Rick’s son sat in the middle with two girls in his arms, having a great time.

A few young men pushing small carts came over from the corridor. The bodyguards at the door stopped them.

“What’s on the cart?”

“Juice,” said a guy who looked like a waiter.

At the same time, he generously displayed the ice bucket on the cart, as well as the fruit and juice placed in a large glass container.

In addition, there were some other things for eating or drinking, including liquor.

The bodyguard signaled for the four young men to raise their hands. They began to search the four of them.

Rick’s assistant had warned them that they must not be careless.

If something happened to Rick’s son, all of them would have to die, and it might even implicate their families.

The people from Yalan were very ruthless, and their hearts were very black.

Perhaps the environment in Yalan was too harsh, so much so that they still retained some primitive habits similar to animals.

Either they don’t make a move, but once they do, they must nip all dangers in the bud.

They were the ones who would kill entire families at the drop of a hat.

There wasn’t even a small knife on the four of them, let alone a weapon. Then they checked the food cart again, including under the shelves. It was carefully checked, and there were no weapons at all.

Even the container with the juice and the ice bucket were checked by them.

Only after repeatedly confirming that these people were not dangerous were they allowed to pass.

The moment the door was pushed open, the gazes of the four young men immediately focused on Rick’s son, but they quickly shifted to the naked girls around him.

They seemed too hot, so hot they were about to burn up.

“Haha, our drinks and snacks are here!” Rick waved his hand impatiently. “Get me a glass of juice with liquor!”

The waiter quickly poured him a glass. The juice was full of ice, and the temperature was very low, most suitable for drinking in this hot weather.

It seemed that with their entry, the temperature in the room had dropped by several degrees.

The light on the scoreboard lit up, which also meant the game was about to start. The four waiters stood in pairs.

The young man standing on the east side near Rick’s son was a newcomer who had been recruited into the family for a few months. His identity was clean, including his family’s, and some of his traces in the Empire were very complete.

Lance was not yet a behemoth. No one would pay such a high price and effort to plant someone by his side.

This young man was only eighteen this year and still looked a bit naive, but in fact, he had already been promoted to captain.

They had indeed not brought any weapons in, because the weapons had already been placed in this box.

Would Rick’s son miss this game?

There was this possibility, which was why these good friends of his had taken the initiative to contact him and ask him out to play.

He was still young. Young people are all like this, they like excitement and the feeling of being flattered.

Some say that rich people don’t like to be flattered. The person who said this either has never met a real rich person, or is just talking nonsense.

Rich people, people with power, are still people. As long as they are people, they will have this emotional need.

Those who hope that others will supervise and criticize them all day are either lying, or they can’t just tell others, “I just like to be praised, I just like to be criticized or scolded fiercely.”

Or, they have never been supervised or criticized by others, and they feel that they live in a very real environment, and they are also strictly abiding by the rules they have set.

So they can say such things.

Rick’s son was not a person of great character. He was just an ordinary person with many of the bad qualities that many people have.

He liked excitement, liked to be the center of attention. In fact, his birth had made his first half of life these years indeed like one of the many protagonists of this world. The entire world he knew revolved around him.

After being “locked up” for a period of time, at the invitation of his friends, he finally couldn’t take it anymore and ran out happily.

It was indeed happier to be with friends. This kind of spiritual enjoyment was far stronger and more satisfying than the enjoyment brought by material things.

As the game progressed, under the influence of alcohol and nicotine, everyone’s emotions began to get out of control.

Rick’s son was naked, holding a girl’s butt and standing by the window. The people below could actually see everything happening here with just a turn of their heads.

But he didn’t care, and the girl didn’t care either. If she could change her destiny by being fucked, why should she refuse?

Find a cheap job like those ordinary girls, and work more than ten hours a day to earn only thirty-something a month?

And then not even be able to save two hundred dollars a year, and never be able to own ten thousand dollars in her lifetime?

That was not the life she wanted. Just now, she had already pocketed several hundred.

It was estimated that by the end of the game, by the end of today’s party, she might be able to get several thousand.

Her only thought now was that this young master would like her performance and talent, and that she could squeeze more money out of him.

A lifetime of happiness was right in front of her, she had to go for it.

As for hard work?

That was just a boring excuse that mediocre girls found for themselves because they couldn’t find a shortcut. They could only comfort their lack of excellence in this way—it’s not that we can’t do it, it’s just that we don’t want to.

She stretched her singing voice with abandon. The melodious sound pierced through Rick’s mental defenses like a sharp sword, and he was also immersed in the girl’s melodious singing…

Unconsciously, the game was already more than halfway through. The entire box was filled with a strange smell.

These smells, combined with the smell of alcohol and smoke, were filled with an absurd taste.

After drinking a lot of liquor and engaging in vigorous exercise, he lay in the arms of two girls and fell asleep, somewhat tired.

But everything around him was still going on.

The game was slowly coming to an end. Rick’s son didn’t seem to love baseball as much as he showed. Any real fan couldn’t possibly fall asleep during such an intense game.

He fell asleep not because he was tired from watching the game, of course, it’s not impossible to say that. He fell asleep after being tired from other things.

The moment David killed the game with a beautiful swing, the whole stadium erupted in an instant.

Countless Sailing Team fans waved their baseball caps and frantically shouted David’s name, or the ace pitcher’s name, and the name of the Sailing Team.

The huge wave of sound woke up the few sleeping people in the box, including Rick’s son.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he showed a smile that seemed to be driven by his subconscious, and then quickly walked to the glass window and looked towards the field.

The people around him were the same, including the naked girls.

If someone had turned around, they would definitely have seen a scene that would be unforgettable for the rest of their lives.

Four people walked to the side of the sofa, took out the hidden small-caliber pistols from under the sofa, and pulled the trigger on the people standing in a row by the window.

This kind of small-caliber pistol was specially used by personnel on special front lines. When it was fired, there was almost no sound. A single door could block it.

Of course, its lethality was limited. It’s not that it couldn’t take people’s lives, it’s that it couldn’t shoot very far.

But at close range, it was just as deadly.

The weapons in the hands of the four people were like a scythe of the Grim Reaper, constantly reaping the lives of these people.

Cracks bloomed on the thick glass, and it was covered with blood, like a blooming “flower of blood.”

When a matter is described in a narrative tone, it seems very slow, but in fact, when it really happens, it is very fast.

In less than twenty seconds, everyone was lying on the ground, except for the girls who had already peed their pants in fear.

The eighteen-year-old new captain changed to a new magazine, walked up to Rick, who was still breathing, and pulled the trigger at his head.

The bullets shot through his head with a pew pew pew. The horror on his face and the bullet holes would forever freeze his life at this moment.

“Cooperate,” he looked at the girls who could no longer stand steady and had them form a circle, tied them up, and gagged their mouths.

“I hope you’ll be sensible. I know your names and where you work. Don’t cause trouble for yourselves. This has nothing to do with you.”

The few girls nodded repeatedly. At this moment, they no longer had the excitement of receiving a large tip a short while ago.

After the four of them had dealt with these people, they pushed the cart and walked directly out the main door, and also closed the door of the box.

The bodyguards glanced at the used utensils and wine bottles and signaled for them to leave.

They would not go in until Rick’s son asked them to.

David stood in the players’ tunnel with his new teammate, the ace pitcher. “We’ll go up to the box together later. A friend wants to meet you.”

The ace pitcher was a little hesitant. “I have training tonight.”

David had a smile on his face. “Forget it, brother. We just beat the Aliens, and it was a crushing victory.”

“Don’t turn yourself into a taut bowstring. In the current terrible hot weather of Golden Port, it’s easy to snap.”

“A little relaxation is good for all of us.”

“And today’s gentleman is very special. He’s from the Five Families. You may have heard of this…”

When the name of the Five Families appeared, the ace pitcher knew he had no right to refuse.

Although he was not from Golden Port, he had heard of the rulers of the city’s underworld and their cruel and brutal stories.

Some newspapers in other places liked to write these stories. They were indeed very attractive to readers. Perhaps for the vast majority of people in this era, the underworld was the other side that they yearned for but could not touch.

After the two changed their clothes, they went straight up to the elevator. The bodyguards nodded slightly when they saw the two coming, signaling that they could go in.

Rick’s son had given the word to let them in directly. He didn’t believe that these two, who earned hundreds of thousands a year, would harm him.

But the moment the two pushed open the door, they both stood there dumbfounded. David even let out a cry of “what the fuck happened.”

A few bodyguards, sensing that something was wrong, quickly ran over, only to see a floor of bodies in front of the glass window.

They looked at each other, knowing that something big had happened.

“…And that’s the whole story.” The new captain, Grandin, sat at Lance’s desk, telling him the whole process.

Lance had a smile on his face after listening. “You did very well, very calm.”

“I’ll give you a point for this.”

He picked up the phone as he spoke and, in front of everyone, called Sarif. “Rick’s son is dead. He should have already gotten the news…”

He hung up the phone as he spoke. Rick’s son was dead. He would definitely be provoked.

A person who has lost his reason is more likely to make a wrong judgment. So in a “confrontation,” the most effective way to win is to provoke the other party.

After hanging up, Lance thought for a moment and had Grandin go and call all the captains on duty outside, including Alan.

Alan had already emerged from the shadow of Beno being a traitor and had become active again. He had also recruited a few new subordinates and now seemed to have returned to normal.

Currently, the Lance Family had a total of seventeen or eighteen captains. These captains, besides having work, were on duty at the company.

When there was a need, Lance would have them take people to do it. If there was nothing else, they could kill time boredly.

Each captain would have a few core confidants. These were their “bones,” and those at the bottom of the gang who were waiting to be summoned at any time were the “meat.”

This was a very efficient configuration, and not picky. It could form a fighting force at any time, and there was no need to worry about small cliques quickly forming among them.

Although this kind of thing would eventually happen, it could at least be slowed down a bit.

“The company’s bars are still open. I plan to pick out some of the bars and hand them over to you to rotate.”

“Each rotation will be for one month. Besides the portion of the income from the bar that must be handed over to the company, fifteen percent of the final settled profit will be given to you to share.”

Even if these people’s desire for money was not that strong, at this moment, they also became excited.

No one would complain about having too little money. Fifteen percent of the net profit. A normal bar could make twenty to thirty thousand a month. They could get several thousand a month. How could they not be happy?

“As for how to choose, and who goes to which bar, it depends on your usual performance.”

“Those who perform well go to good bars, and those who perform poorly go to ordinary bars. So work hard.”