"B-Boss?!"
The group of underlings stared at the rolling head in shock before rushing outside, trying to catch the white man who had delivered it.But by the time they reached the street, he was already long gone.
The scorpion tattoo on his arm was the symbol of the Gambino Family—but that didn't mean much. Anyone could get a tattoo.This white guy wasn't Gambino at all—just a broke addict who had taken Cao Yang's dollars to run the errand.
Whether he'd be killed afterward… that was another question.Cao Yang's respect for life was shrinking by the day.
At this moment, he was sitting comfortably in Situ Meixin's office, asking about Su Yuanshan.
"Miss Situ, you can't go back on your word. I agreed to be this branch master on the condition that you tricked Su Yuanshan into coming to America."
Situ Meixin gave him a sideways glance.At first, she only wanted him to help her manage the group. He pretended to refuse, yet did everything proactively, even bypassing her authority whenever he pleased.This leader position suited him a little too well.
And now he had the face to complain—really getting benefits and pretending to suffer.
She was about to mock him when her phone rang.After listening for a few seconds, her expression shifted slightly.
"Jamal is dead."
She looked at Cao Yang."You did it, didn't you?"
Cao Yang smiled without answering—an obvious admission.
"And you even had someone deliver his head to frame the Gambino Family."
She sighed."With such a clumsy attempt at planting evidence… do you really think anyone will fall for it?"
Cao Yang didn't know whether it would work or not.Humans plan—Heaven decides. Maybe people would see through him, but so what?
Everyone already suspected him.Even if the framing didn't succeed, it would still cast doubt on the Gambinos.
"So what's your next move?"
"Depends on how things develop," Cao Yang said casually. "If Jet Ray and the Gambinos start fighting, I'll sit back and reap the profit."
"And if they don't fight… and come after you instead?"
"Then I'll kill their Number Two.If they send someone else, I'll kill Number Three.Whoever becomes the boss—I kill that one."
"You're that confident?"
"In a group battle, we can't win. But picking them off one by one? I'm very confident."
Situ Meixin stared at him, amused."Cao Yang, I know you're strong. But when you walk by the river every day, your shoes will get wet eventually. Miss one shot, and you're dead."
"And even if you wipe out Jet Ray's leadership, the Blood Gang will step in. They'll send their own people to take over. And once they do, they'll hunt you down.You think life will be peaceful?"
"Even if the Blood Gang doesn't interfere, the Gambino Family will. They've been eyeing Model Haven for years.If you cripple Jet Ray, you're basically paving the road for someone else."
Cao Yang shrugged."So what do you think I should do?No matter what I do, it's wrong.If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have done anything. I should've taken your ten million, eaten and drank with my brothers, and disbanded once the money ran out."
Situ Meixin fell silent.She didn't know what to do either.Inserting yourself into a mature power structure was always difficult.
Cao Yang spoke suddenly:"I have an immature idea. I read Guiguzi before—there's a strategy called divide and unite.Why don't we cooperate with the Gambino Family?Join forces to push Jet Ray out and split Model Haven between us."
Situ Meixin nodded thoughtfully."That's not a bad idea.Whether they'll agree… that I don't know.But you can go talk to them."