American variety show: The Godfather, the Peace Ambassador, what the heck?

Chapter 72, I choose the first one: Peace is paramount.
The uncle and nephew's conspiracy came to an end.

Marigio went through the back door to get the license, while Luca went to the Russians for cooperation.

According to Malijo, it's not necessary to find Russian gangs; it's enough to find some ordinary Russian scapegoats to run errands.

If something goes wrong, they simply dump the person back in Russia, making it appear as if the person never existed.

Given the current relationship between the United States and Russia, finding the Russians to take the blame is a relatively safe option.

Given the premise of maximizing benefits, Marigio's suggestion is certainly better, but Luca is still thinking about the skill.

The Tarasov Gang, this Russian gang, including Night Demon, still has a few rare cards. Before Night Demon wipes out everyone else, there's a chance to learn the skills.

Nightmare is still doing their bidding, and they seem to have a pretty good relationship.

On his way home, Luca stopped by Uncle Biao's supermarket.

I casually ask Uncle Biao when he's getting married.

He had tried other methods before to get his nephew to come to New York, but all of them failed.

My nephew drives a truck in Hong Kong. He has a proper job and is busy supporting his family. Why would he go to New York all the time?
Only if it's a major life event like Uncle Biao's wedding can we come over for a few days.

"Luca, please stop pressuring me. My girlfriend asks me every day when we're getting married. I'm already this old, and I'm being pressured to get married by a younger person."

Uncle Biao looked helpless. "As you wish, we've already set a date and plan to get married at the end of the year."

Luca was speechless. "Uncle Biao, are you really going to drag this out until the end of the year?"

"Late December?"

"No, it's the end of the year in China, or more precisely, the first day of the Lunar New Year, which is the end of January next year."

"."

Luca was completely dumbfounded; damn, the plot has gone way off track.

My nephew is only coming to New York during the Lunar New Year?
Seeing Luca's surprised expression, Uncle Biao assumed the Italian didn't quite understand the Chinese New Year, so he explained the Chinese tradition in detail again.

"What don't I understand? Are you trying to mess with me because I'm Japanese?" Luca said with a smile. "Congratulations, Uncle Biao! I wish you a happy marriage in advance! Do you need a groomsman? I'd be happy to help."

Uncle Biao laughed loudly: "Luca, you're so handsome, wouldn't being a groomsman steal my thunder?"

His Black girlfriend snuggled up to him, excitedly saying, "This is fantastic! Luca, you'll be our best man! Our wedding is going to be even more exciting!"

Luca finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Let it be the end of the year then.

Marriage is great! Marriage is great! My nephew is finally coming to New York, and then I'll have an invincible SSR card in my hand!
What demons and monsters, what beautiful women in disguise? My nephew takes care of everything with Chinese Kung Fu!
However, my nephew will only be here for a few days, so we must find a way to keep him here.

Just as Luca was eyeing his nephew, Matilda suddenly jumped up and raised her hand, "Uncle Biao, I want to be a bridesmaid!"

Luca rolled his eyes at her. "The bridesmaids have to be adults. You can be the flower girl."

Matilda grabbed Luca's hand and shook it hard. "Flower girl is a child's job. I'm 18 years old. I just want to stand closer to Sister Biao and witness her happy moment to offer my blessings."

Luca: "."

Even if you include the time you spent in your mother's womb, you're still under 18.

Sister-in-law Biao glared at Luca reproachfully, then pulled Matilda to her side. "Who said it has to be an adult? I like Matilda, can't I have her be my bridesmaid?"

Matilda stared at Luca with her big, bright eyes. "Luca, don't you want me to be your bridesmaid? Or don't you want me to stand next to you? I'll do whatever you say, even though it might disappoint me a little, as long as you're happy."

"I'm a bad guy! You've caught me! I surrender!"

Luca surrendered with his hands raised and instructed his wife, "At the bachelor party, you absolutely must not let Matilda drink alcohol!! That's my only request!"

Luca then handed the club's business card to Uncle Biao, asking him to arrange the wedding venue at the club.

Do it in a big way!

When Uncle Biao happily agreed, Luca then asked about Uncle Biao's family and friends, saying that he could make arrangements for them when they came to New York.

“I have a nephew in Hong Kong.”

Uncle Biao recounted his story with a sigh. He and his brother came to the United States to make their fortunes and stayed there for decades. His brother also had a son in Hong Kong.

His name is "A-Qiang".

Full name: Ma Hanqiang.

It's a simple and unpretentious name, but Luca sounds incredibly powerful!

With "strong" already in its name, how could it not be strong?
"My nephew knows Chinese Kung Fu!" Uncle Biao hummed and punched a few times, "His Kung Fu is very good, even Luca, you might not be able to beat him."

Luca smiled enigmatically.

I must be out of my mind to fight with my nephew.

"When is Ah Qiang coming to New York?" Luca volunteered. "Let me be his host and show him around."

"It's not decided yet. The earliest we'll come is a few days before the wedding."

"Come over soon!" Luca also threw a few punches. "Uncle Biao, you don't know, I've always admired Chinese Kung Fu since I was a child, and I really want to see it for myself! Can you ask Ah Qiang to come to New York soon? I want to learn Kung Fu from him!"

"Oh, this Italian guy's a kung fu fanatic? Aren't mafia members all about gunfights and shooting?" Uncle Biao looked surprised.
"I'll have to ask him about that. To be honest, Ah-Qiang used to run a martial arts school in Hong Kong. His dream was to pass on kung fu, and it would be even better if it could be promoted and developed. Unfortunately, there are fewer and fewer people learning martial arts now, and his martial arts school has closed down. He had no choice but to drive a truck to make a living."

Uncle Biao sighed, "These days, everyone uses guns. Kung Fu? Even dogs don't use it."

"Learn! Learn kung fu!"

Luca slapped his thigh, his voice ringing out, "Opening a martial arts school is easy! Come to New York! With me here, even if Qiang opens a school in Times Square, it won't be a problem! I'll have all the brothers in the family come and learn kung fu!"

Uncle Biao: "."

Are you Mafia members really coming to learn kung fu? That sounds a bit far-fetched.

"Uncle Biao, why don't you ask A-Qiang what he thinks? Or could you give me your contact information so I can talk to him on the phone?"

Luca immediately gave a fist and palm salute, saying, "Uncle Biao, I'm serious about learning kung fu!"

Uncle Biao was greatly shocked.

Although it feels a bit far-fetched, this Sicilian seems to really understand Chinese culture.

They are especially good at urging people to get married.

"You really want to learn kung fu?"

"I've had a kung fu dream since I was a child."

"."

Uncle Biao coughed twice, took out a piece of paper, and quickly wrote down a phone number. "Contact him directly when you have time. I mentioned you to him; you said you were Luca. He knows you're my friend." Luca was overjoyed!

Nice, we don't have to wait until the end of the year!

You can trick your nephew into coming over beforehand. This super rare card is definitely no less powerful than Night Demon. Putting aside marksmanship, in terms of hand-to-hand combat ability alone, it is definitely stronger than Night Demon!

Luca immediately took out his phone, wanting to chat with his nephew. It was nighttime in New York, but morning in Hong Kong.

The moment Nancy took her phone out, it rang.

"Old Pigeon! Brian's been in a car accident!"

"???"

Luca was stunned. Even with Brian's skills, he could still get into a car accident?
Where are you? How is he now?

"Brian is fine at the airport, just some minor injuries. The Russians are the ones who are in trouble. Their car was hit by Brian, and we don't know if they're dead or not. Now those Russians are going to cause trouble for Brian!"
They say Brian hit Youssef first! Bullshit! I clearly saw Youssef hit Brian first! That despicable car thief, when he can't win a game, he resorts to such underhanded tactics.”

Nancy quickly recounted what had happened, "I told them your name, and that's why they didn't do anything."

Luca's lips twitched slightly.

Excellent, as expected of the SSR I've been eyeing.

Luca asked, "Who's leading the Russians?"

Nancy: "A guy named Aurelio, he owns a car repair shop, and I used to go to his shop to modify cars."

Oreo?

Luca opened the panel.

[Character Card: Aurelio]

[Aurelio: D]

[Source: The John Wick series]

[Skill: None]

[Bond: Follow]

Luca glanced at the panel and closed it without much interest.

This guy is a mechanic who runs a car repair shop and does things for the Tarasov gang—like laundering stolen cars.

In the original storyline, Aurelio was terrified when he saw Yusef drive the Night Demon's car onto his territory. He immediately beat Yusef up and told him to drive the Night Demon's car away and stop causing trouble for himself.

It is indeed extremely prudent, resolutely avoiding any involvement with the cause and effect of the Great Dao.

This is a sensible and self-aware person.

To save time, Luca told Nancy directly, "Give the phone to Aurelio."

Abandoned airport in Brooklyn.

After being raided for drugs, the number of bikers coming here to race has actually increased. People from all five boroughs of New York, as well as Long Island and New Jersey, and even bikers from Philadelphia and Boston come here to race.

One of the biker gangs was entirely Russian, from the Little Russia neighborhood in Brooklyn—a neighborhood with a large Russian population, similar to Little Italy, both being communities of immigrants and their descendants.

At this moment, the two groups of people are facing each other, and tensions are high.

One group was dressed in brightly colored punk and non-mainstream styles, while the other group wore suits, had beards, and many had tattoos and were bald.

Several Russians were talking in the crowd.

"Yousef has been taken to the hospital. We have done a preliminary check-up and he should be out of danger."

A bearded man asked his older brother, "Oreo, what do we do now? That Brian is the Butcher's man."

"I don't need you to remind me!"

Oriel looked utterly dejected. "Fuck! What bad luck! I thought this blond biker was nobody special, but who knew he was backed by the Mafia? And the Butcher, that god of death!"
He needs to think about how to handle this matter properly.

It's a good thing Yusuf didn't die. That troublesome guy is arrogant and domineering because of his status as the crown prince. Damn, he always has to clean up his own messes when something happens. But this time, we absolutely can't mess with the butcher!

You can't offend the butcher, but you also have to satisfy the gang.
Thinking of this, he looked up at Brian, who was jumping around on the other side, and his eyes flashed with disbelief and doubt again.

Two people were driving aggressively when they collided, spun and jumped, and finally crossed the finish line with all four wheels facing upwards.

Why is Brian completely unharmed, while Youssef has multiple fractures and is unconscious?
Are the protective measures on that green Mitsubishi really that strong?
What materials are used for the frame? It's so durable!

Just as he was indulging in his professional habit of letting his mind wander, an Asian girl walked over and handed him a cell phone. "It's Luca's call."

Knowing he couldn't avoid it, Oriol took the phone and greeted the caller in a friendly tone: "Butcher, this is Oriol. It's about tonight's events."

“Call me Pigeon,” Luca interrupted, his voice devoid of warmth. “If you were Butcher, do you think you'd still be able to talk to me on your phone?”

Aurelio hesitated for a moment, his inner concerns making him stop speaking, and ultimately he did not refute.

Luca: "I'll give you two choices. First, let's keep the peace and have my men leave. Second, still keep the peace, and I'll come to you in person to talk."

"I have no connection to this cause and effect," Aurelio sighed.

"Old Pigeon, I choose the first one, for peace is the most important thing."

Aurelio breathed a sigh of relief, confident in his choice. He believed his boss would understand, right? After all, Pigeon wasn't alone; he had the Mafia protecting him. He couldn't let this little thing ignite a gang war.

Suddenly, a voice came from the phone again: "Smart guy, I'll come to your shop sometime when I have time."

Aurelio: "."

Wait! Don't hang up! I chose the first one! Not the second!
Your fame spread far and wide; you stopped the conflict between the biker gang and the Russians. You defended the peace of the underground racetrack.

[Gain Skill Points +5]

[Gain Skill Fragment +2]

Luca hung up the phone, a thoughtful expression on his face.

I was just looking to collaborate with Russians.

Aurelio, a guy who's shrewd, knows the big picture, understands when to advance and retreat, and even owns a car dealership, is a good choice.

Aurelio, feeling annoyed, handed the phone back to Nancy. "Nancy, could you call Pigeon again for me? There were some things I didn't explain clearly to him earlier. Well, he must have misheard. This was just an accident, a misunderstanding. I have no intention of making things difficult for you. He doesn't need to come to our door to talk."

Nancy: "???"

Ha, one phone call scared you this much? You weren't like this when you were threatening Brian before.

(End of this chapter)