America: John Wick 1924

Chapter 69 Li Yu's enemy appears! Successfully playing the roles of "pastor" and "righteous man"!
No sooner had Sam left than Don Rossi lowered his fists and beckoned to the bodyguards waiting nearby.

The bodyguards immediately stepped forward and offered towels to wipe their sweat.

Don Rossi reached out and took it, wiping the sweat from his brow as he spoke to the bodyguards in a detached tone:
"Put this guy down."

Upon hearing this, the bodyguards immediately took the sandbag down from the ceiling, opened the seal, and poured out its contents—a young man who had been beaten to a pulp.

The man was on the verge of death, his entire body covered in wounds, and blood was flowing freely.

Once he saw the light of day again, he didn't care about breathing fresh air, much less groaning or crying out in pain.

He hurriedly and frantically cast a pleading look at Don Rossi before him:

"Your...Your Excellency...I'm sorry...I'm really...so sorry...I'm so sorry..."

Don Rossi said softly, expressionless:
“Enzo, you should have known this day would come when you betrayed the family. I had high hopes for you and saw you as the future star of the family, but you repaid kindness with enmity... You have truly disappointed me.”

"Your Excellency... the Pastor family... have kidnapped my... wife... and daughter... I was forced into this situation..."

“I don’t care what your reasons are, betrayal is betrayal. You revealed my whereabouts to the Pastor family, almost causing me to fall into an ambush... Do you think a few apologies can absolve you of your crimes?”

"Your Excellency... I... am willing... to atone with my death... but... please... spare... my family... I beg you... spare my family..."

“Enzo, you are also a Sicilian, you should know the rules of Sicily.”

Those who betray their family will be exterminated—that's the Sicilian way!

Upon hearing this, Enzo's expression was immediately dominated by intense despair, and his already pale face turned even paler.

Just as Enzo was feeling utterly lost, Don Rossi abruptly changed the subject:
"Of course, considering the many contributions you have made to the family, I will return your wife and daughters to you."

For Enzo, Don Rossi's words were like heavenly music.

His eyes immediately lit up with hope; just a second ago he was in hell, and the next he was in heaven.

However... before he could even feel happy for a moment, Don Rossi's next words sent him plummeting from heaven to hell...

"However, it will be paid back little by little."

After saying that, Don Rossi clapped his hands twice.

Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen family members brought over beautifully packaged gift boxes.

They placed the gifts in front of Enzo, arranging them precisely into the shapes of two human figures, one large and one small...

Enzo stared blankly at the gift boxes in front of him... In an instant, his eyes turned a frightening red from being bloodshot.

"Executioner!! Die!!"

In that instant, intense grief and indignation unleashed the power within him.

He forced himself to stand up and pounced on Don Rossi like a wild beast.

As Enzo rapidly approached, Don Rossi remained calm, not even raising an eyebrow.

In the blink of an eye, he pulled a switchblade from his pocket—and in the next instant, the blade flashed.

The sharp blade pierced Enzo's jaw and brain from bottom to top.

Enzo's body trembled several times as if he had been electrocuted, then his eyes rolled back and he fell silent.

Don Rossi released the switchblade in his hand, letting Enzo's body slide to the ground.

“Burn their clothes and throw their bodies into the dog cages. My dogs have been hungry for days, it’s time to give them a good meal.”

"Yes."

The family members carried Enzo's body like trash, then took the gift boxes and filed out.

Soon, the room returned to peace, as if the bloody scenes from just moments ago had never happened.

A moment later, an elderly man dressed as a butler approached Don Rossi from the side and said respectfully:

"Your Excellency, afternoon tea is ready."

Don Rossi nodded slightly to indicate "I understand." Suddenly, as if remembering something, he turned his head and asked the butler:

"Where's Matteo? Is he still in his room?"

"Yes. He said he had a new inspiration today and is working hard to compose a new piece."

Upon hearing this, Don Rossi frowned and gave a heavy, cold snort:
"He ignores the family business and spends all his time in his room tinkering with music... How could I have such a useless son!"

……

……

Don Rossi's private residence, Matteo's bedroom—

An old-fashioned melody, not particularly pleasant to listen to, flowed through the spacious bedroom.

A slender young man sat upright at a Steinway piano, his ten fingers dancing across the eighty-eight keys, completely absorbed in the music.

Suddenly, several unexpected knocks on the door interrupted his music.

The fingers stopped abruptly, the music abruptly ceased… Matteo roared menacingly:

"Who is it?! Didn't you hear me playing the piano?!"

"Master, it's me."

It was the old butler's voice... Matteo frowned.

The old butler had watched him grow up since he was a child and was one of the elders he respected most. He never dared to be disrespectful in front of him.

So, suppressing his temper, he forced himself to remain calm and said:

"come in."

The butler tiptoed inside.

"Is there something you need? If it's nothing urgent, then you'd better leave! Endless inspiration is flowing through my mind, and I can't be disturbed! I must finish composing this piece before dinner!"

The butler gave a wry smile:
“Young Master, I would like to remind you that His Excellency is very dissatisfied with your recent actions. He believes you should focus more on the family business instead of tinkering with music every day.”

Matteo shrugged indifferently after hearing this:

"I love music! My dream is to become a great composer like Beethoven! No one can take away my love for music!"

After saying that, he stretched vigorously and moved his stiff shoulders and neck.

When he stretched his neck, a red skull tattoo was clearly visible on the right side of his neck.

……

……

After annihilating the Black Robe Patrol and killing "Red Throat," Li Yu's life became much more comfortable.

There were no racists who suddenly came to pick a fight with him, nor were there any gunfights that suddenly broke out in front of him.

The long-awaited peaceful days made Li Yu feel somewhat uneasy.

He continued to play the roles of "pastor" and "good Samaritan" while silently waiting for information from Nekoyashiki.

After spending several days together, Li Yu has grown much closer to the residents of Maple Street.

A pastor with excellent professional skills and a strong commitment to volunteer work, even taking the mundane task of sweeping the streets with great enthusiasm, is bound to be popular.

Li Yu's recent dedicated performance has caused his experience bars for "Pastor" and "Good Samaritan" to rise a little more.

The experience bar for "Priest" (Lv.3) has been increased from 5% to 16%.

The experience bar for "Good Samaritan" (Lv.2) has been increased from 11% to 25%.

(End of this chapter)