With their course of action finalized, Liu Yutong and the others each took up their respective roles and quickly sprang into action.
Relying on his personal connections, Zhao Tianyi swiftly partnered with a renowned law firm to assist him in handling any potential legal issues.
Su Mansu worked non-stop to contact the media, spending money to ramp up their promotional efforts.
Liu Yutong personally went to the hospital to find Bai Shisui and explained her planned course of action.
Simply put, she intended to donate ten million dollars to the local police department in the name of the Bai Group. If ten million wasn't enough, they would keep adding to it. At the same time, they would demand that the police establish a special task force to thoroughly investigate the attack on Father Bai, and temporarily hire Liu Yutong's team as special investigative consultants.
Additionally, she asked Bai Shisui to contact the embassy to request their close attention to the case and provide any necessary assistance.
The embassy certainly wouldn't refuse. After all, Bai Jingchen was a famous entrepreneur from the Dragon Kingdom who had cumulatively donated billions in charity back home. Even if they hadn't asked, the embassy would have followed up on the case anyway.
Truth be told, Liu Yutong really admired the sheer audacity of the Snakehead Gang for actually daring to lay a hand on an entrepreneur with as much influence as Uncle Bai.
However, when she remembered the social climate of this place, it made sense—after all, people here even dared to assassinate top leaders.
After hearing Liu Yutong's arrangements, Bai Shisui's eyes grew red again. Especially when she learned that Liu Yutong would be paying for all the expenses out of her own pocket, she absolutely refused to accept it, but she ultimately couldn't win the argument against Liu Yutong.
Sister Yutong, thank you... really, thank you!
Don't mention it, we are sisters, so let's not be strangers. Rest assured, I will definitely get justice for Uncle Bai.
Liu Yutong comforted Bai Shisui a bit more before leaving the hospital.
After walking out of the hospital, the expression on her face didn't lighten much.
After all, Uncle Bai was still not out of the woods. He was already getting on in years, and having suffered such a severe gunshot wound, whether he could pull through was still unknown.
If the worst were to happen, what would become of the Bai Group?
Counting on a girl like Bai Shisui was definitely out of the question. She had never participated in her family's corporate affairs, dedicating her heart and soul entirely to fashion design. If Uncle Bai really didn't make it, the Bai family would inevitably fall into internal chaos. Power struggles were highly likely to occur, and even the thirty percent shares Uncle Bai had previously promised might become uncertain.
It wasn't that Liu Yutong absolutely had to have that thirty percent stake, but if she could no longer cooperate with the Bai family because of this, the mobile phone business layout she had just planned out would definitely be affected.
I hope he gets better, Liu Yutong silently prayed in her heart.
............
Time flew by.
The next evening, the boxing gym owned by the Rossi family became extraordinarily lively.
At this moment, inside the octagonal steel cage, two burly men were engaged in the first round of a no-holds-barred MMA fight.
The fighter sent out by Jesse was a lean and tough Italian youth, but right now, this fighter was backed against the cage by his opponent, enduring a frantic barrage of attacks.
His opponent was a massive white man standing one point nine five meters tall, with broad shoulders, a thick back, and a ferocious fighting style!
Bang!
The burly white man landed a vicious hook on the Italian youth's cheek. The latter let out a muffled groan and stumbled into the chain-link fence of the cage, his consciousness nearly fading.
Hahaha! Is this the trash that Jesse picked?
In the VIP suite on the second floor of the gym, a middle-aged man with a full beard was laughing uproariously. He was Jesse's uncle, Rossi Corraro.
Sitting beside him were several family elders who supported him, as well as a fierce-looking man in a black leather jacket—the second-in-command of the Hells Angels gang.
Rossi raised his wine glass and cast a contemptuous glance at Jesse, who was sitting not far away looking tense. My good nephew, the fighter you chose doesn't seem to be up to much. He's already failing after only two rounds. Why don't you just obediently surrender? Stop making a fool of yourself.
Hearing this, Jesse only clenched his fists and said nothing. The bodyguards around him also lowered their heads one by one, their morale low.
No one expected the fighter Rossi brought in to be this strong, completely dominating their fighter the entire time. How could they possibly compete?
The gang members in the audience joined in the jeering, whistling, mocking, and screaming.
Jesse is definitely going to lose, right? Boss Rossi's guy is just too fierce.
Absolutely. I heard that white guy is a former UFC fighter, hired by Boss Rossi for a massive sum.
Jesse could never hold the family up anyway. Now he can't even win a match. He should just get lost!
Look at that bunch of people around him, all wearing black suits like waiters. What kind of combat power could they possibly have?
Yeah, where did they learn to put on such a useless show?
........
Just then, a bald white man intentionally began to loudly mock Jesse.
Just a lapdog for the yellow monkeys, and you want to fight with Boss Rossi? You really don't know your place!
Jesse jerked his head up, glaring fiercely at the bald man. Say that again, motherfucker?!
Seeing his nephew fly into a rage, Rossi laughed again. What? Jesse, you want to throw punches? Don't forget the family rules. Until the match is over, no one is allowed to cause trouble!
Jesse took a deep breath, calming himself down. Of course I remember, Uncle, but don't celebrate too early either!
Hahaha, I'll be waiting! Rossi didn't take his words seriously at all.
Jesse looked back at the octagon, his mind racing with thoughts of how he would face his great-grandmother if he really lost this time.
He truly regretted it in his heart. He regretted that he hadn't been ruthless enough to eliminate his uncle after seizing power, which gave his uncle the chance to make a comeback.
But it was too late to say anything now.
Jesse stared intently at the teetering figure in the octagon, desperately wishing for a miracle, but reason coldly told him that defeat was certain!
The Italian fighter he sent out used to fight in underground boxing matches and wasn't weak by any means. However, his opponent was a professional fighter who stood one point nine five meters tall, weighed over a hundred and twenty kilograms, had truly fought many official matches, and was as brutal as a wild beast.
The match reached the four-minute mark.
With his consciousness blurring, the Italian youth ultimately couldn't hold on. He was struck again by a heavy punch to the chin from his opponent, sending his whole body flying backward to crash heavily onto the ground.
His opponent, a guy nicknamed Bone Crusher, grinned widely and laughed. He turned to face the audience, raising his hands high to accept the cheers and screams of the crowd like a conqueror.
Immediately after, he turned back around, preparing to deliver the final blow to his opponent.
Just then, Jesse hurriedly shouted at the ring, Mike! Surrender!
In the end, he couldn't be cold-blooded enough to watch his fighter die in battle. This was also an important reason why his uncle had found an opportunity to turn the tables on him.
Compassion has no place in command, especially in the world of Western gangs, where being soft-hearted means you cannot be a leader.
However, the fighter named Mike didn't just refuse to surrender; he gritted his teeth and struggled to his feet. Even though he was swaying and on the verge of collapsing, he refused to concede. He assumed his fighting stance once more and threw a straight punch at the opponent before him.
But to his opponent, Bonecrusher, this punch was painfully slow and weak. He dodged it effortlessly.
"Idiot! If you want to die so badly, I'll grant your wish!"
Bonecrusher took two steps back, then suddenly sprinted forward and leaped into the air, driving his knee viciously into Mike's chest.
With a sickening crack, Mike was sent crashing heavily against the steel cage. His chest caved in visibly, and blood spewed from his mouth. He slowly slid to the ground, completely motionless.
Jesse's eyes went red. "Mike!"
The referee quickly stepped in to separate them and began the countdown.
"Ten! Nine! Eight!..."
The guy nicknamed Bonecrusher simply looked down at the unmoving Mike, his eyes full of contempt.
"...Three! Two! One! The match is over!"
"The winner of the first round is our very own Bonecrusher!"
The cage door swung open.
Bonecrusher dragged Mike out like a limp chicken and tossed him onto the floor like a piece of garbage.
The staff hurried over with a stretcher to carry him away, but anyone could see that he was likely beyond saving.
As the victor, Bonecrusher pounded his chest like a wild beast inside the octagon and roared, "Who else?!"
"Which one of you cowards dares to step up next!"
No one in the audience dared to answer.
According to the rules, Jesse had lost this round.
Rossi didn't forget to mock Jesse in Italian, "Jesse, my dear nephew, is this all your men are capable of?"
"Don't say your uncle didn't give you a chance. If you can still find someone to step into the ring, I can tell the referee to hold off on announcing the result of this first round."
He had the confidence to say this because he had done his research. Jesse only had one semi-professional fighter under him. Finding someone who could defeat Bonecrusher on such short notice was virtually impossible.
Beside Rossi, the second-in-command of the Hells Angels, Miles, couldn't help but sneer as well. "Jesse, as the new leader of the Corraro family, can't you even find a decent fighter? How about I lend you a few of my guys? For a fee, of course."
"Hahaha..."
Jesse's face turned livid. He even entertained the thought of ordering his men to draw their guns and fight them to the death. However, when he looked at the people around them, he abandoned the idea.
The Hells Angels were also here. If he dragged them into this, the result would inevitably be a devastating blow to the entire Corraro family.
As a branch of the Italian Mafia known for its unity, he certainly didn't want to see that happen.
Although he had lost the first round, he still had a chance.
Thinking of this, he took a deep breath and started to speak, "I con..."
Before he could get the word "concede" out of his mouth...
Creak!
The main doors of the boxing gym were suddenly pushed open from the outside.
A beautiful silhouette appeared against the light. The golden dragon emblem on the left lapel of her black suit was dazzling!
Immediately after, a cold, clear female voice reached the ears of everyone present.
"I am so sorry, gentlemen! Jesse has not lost yet!"
