"You want to be the Godfather of Brooklyn, too?" he asked. "Just last month, we were struggling to get by in a basement in Sunset Park. How are we supposed to fight the Italian Mafia? Just the two of us?"
"We don't have to get into a direct conflict with the Gambino Family," Don Quixote explained. "Besides, we won't be fighting alone. Susan said she knows some very capable lawyers who can handle the trouble for us. And I already have a detailed plan."
"No matter how you slice it, it's too dangerous," Li Wei said, shaking his head. "That's the Mafia we're talking about. A criminal organization with guns."
"Not necessarily—"
Don Quixote was about to say more, but Li Wei cut him off again.
"Uncle Don Quixote, it's already a huge improvement that we moved from that basement to this big house in just a month," he said. "And I believe things will keep getting better. There's no need to pick a fight with them now and take such a risk!"
Don Quixote suddenly fell silent.
