Chapter 2867: Distinguished Guest Arrives

While Ye Chen was speaking, a plan had already formed in his mind.

Since he had already come to New York, some problems might as well be solved thoroughly.

Since this Zano family had reached out to Chinatown and to the shop that Uncle Zhong had painstakingly operated for decades, then don't blame him for being impolite.

Thus, he spoke to Qiang Zai, "Qiang Zai, go change out of those chef clothes and come out with me."

Qiang Zai looked at the five Burning Angels members and asked hurriedly, "Mr. Ye, what about them? Should I just finish them off first! One shot each, I definitely won't waste a single bullet!"

The five men were trembling all over, never expecting that the little chef they had bullied to the point where he didn't even dare to fart would now be determined to finish all five of them off!

Seeing Qiang Zai's expression was incomparably firm, Ye Chen smiled slightly and said, "It's too early to kill them now. Let Uncle Zhong and Ni Dawei keep an eye on them first. It won't be too late to kill them after we finish our business."

Chen Zhaozhong asked hurriedly, "Young Master, what are your plans? Is there anything you need your subordinate to do?"

Ye Chen smiled and said, "No need, Uncle Zhong. After Qiang Zai and I leave in a moment, you just close the shop and wait for us to return here. If anyone with no eyes comes to cause trouble during this time, just use these five people as hostages, and then call Fei Kexin immediately."

In New York, there was nothing Fei Kexin couldn't handle.

Let alone some mere gang thugs, even the Zano family didn't count for a fart in front of Fei Kexin.

But Ye Chen didn't want to let Fei Kexin come forward to help.

Once she came forward, this matter wouldn't be so interesting anymore.

However, Ye Chen also knew that he couldn't be in two places at once. If he took Qiang Zai to see the Zano family, he had to guard against the roast goose shop being targeted by other members of the Burning Angels.

Chen Zhaozhong naturally knew Ye Chen's intention and nodded gently.

Ye Chen asked Ni Dawei again, "You have also been in New York for many years. Do you understand the specific situation of the Zano family? For example, where they live, how many people they have, and what the person in charge is called."

Ni Dawei hurriedly said, "The Zano family lives near Long Island. There is a Zano Manor. The Mafia is quite prolific. The family has a large number of direct descendants, estimated to be at least thirty or fifty people. The current head of the Zano family is Antonio Zano."

"Good." Ye Chen nodded and said to Chen Zhaozhong, "Uncle Zhong, I'll take Qiang Zai to this Zano Manor. If everything goes smoothly, I'll be back within two hours."

Chen Zhaozhong said hurriedly, "Young Master, be careful!"

The Zano family from Sicily had been dominating New York for decades.

This family had been Mafia for generations, and the family heirloom that had been worshipped for decades was a Thompson submachine gun produced during World War II.

It is said that when the old Zano, who was in charge of the Zano family back then, sold his assets in Sicily and came to New York, he relied on a Thompson submachine gun to gradually gain a foothold in the American underworld.

And that submachine gun, known as the "Chicago Typewriter," became the spiritual heritage of the Zano family. It is said that until the year before last, this submachine gun was hung in the C-position on the wall of the main hall of Zano Manor, until the new generation of Zano leaders decided to "clean up" their image and took the gun off the wall.

However, taking down this gun did not mean that the Zano family was going to wash their hands of the business.

On the contrary, they split all illegal trades and gave them to those shell gangs below that seemed to have nothing to do with the Zano family. In secret, they even constantly pushed those gangs to attack and seize territory in New York and even the entire East Coast, so as to increase their sphere of influence and comprehensively increase their illegal income.

And the Zano family on the surface, under the leadership of the current leader Antonio Zano, was trying their best to "clean up" their identity and was racking their brains to move closer to the upper class.

Antonio Zano knew very well that the more powerful the upper class was, the more they needed handy tools like the Mafia.

However, hypocritical as they were, they would not allow themselves to have any cooperation with the Mafia on the surface.

This meant that if a Mafia family wanted to get their favor, the first thing they had to do was to "clean up" themselves.

To put it colloquially, the current upper class didn't need a chamber pot that was hidden under the bed and couldn't be seen; they needed a toilet that could be placed in the bathroom openly, was clean and bright, and didn't smell at all.

The traditional Mafia were all dirty and smelly chamber pots, so Antonio Zano really wanted to lead the Zano family to complete the transformation from a chamber pot to a toilet.

At this moment, Antonio Zano was in his manor, directing his family members and trusted subordinates to decorate the estate in an extremely grand manner.

Today, he was to host a distinguished guest from afar at his own manor.

To welcome this guest, all members of the Zano family had set aside their work early and rushed home to prepare; the guest invited this time was extremely important for the Zano family's next step in development, and if a partnership could be reached, the Zano family would rise to a higher level.

Inside the main hall of the Zano manor, a dining table over ten meters long had already been set, decorated with fresh flowers flown in from France, as well as the finest crystal tableware and metal cutlery.

Forty-seven-year-old Antonio watched the maids bustling about, everything arranged in an orderly fashion, his face full of expectation.

At this time, his seven or eight siblings, along with their children and their children's spouses, were also dressed up and ready, coming forward one after another to greet Antonio.

Antonio fully played the role of a patriarch, greeting everyone kindly and appearing every bit the gentleman.

After almost all the direct relatives had lined up to greet him, he noticed his twenty-two-year-old daughter was the only one missing, and Antonio couldn't help but ask his younger brother beside him: "Marco, where is Julia?"

Marco Zano quickly said: "Brother, I haven't seen Julia all evening."

"This child!" Antonio said with dissatisfaction: "She has been obedient her whole life, so why does she have to go against me this one time! Doesn't she realize how perfect the life I have planned for her is?"

Marco Zano flattered him: "Brother, Julia is still young after all and lacks social experience. Give her a little more time, and not only will she understand your good intentions, she will even be endlessly grateful to you!"

"Hmm!" Antonio nodded slightly, then straightened his suit, shirt, and bowtie, and asked Marco with great conceit: "How is it? Do I look like the 'Godfather' now?"

"Yes, of course!" Marco praised: "Brother, in the whole of America, and even the entire West, no one is closer to Marlon Brando than you!"

Antonio nodded slightly and smiled indifferently: "I, Antonio Zano, will surely become the most successful Godfather in the history of Sicily!"

At this moment, Antonio's youngest brother, Francesco, ran over and said respectfully: "Brother, the guest's plane has already landed at Kennedy Airport! Expected to arrive at the manor in forty minutes!"

"Very good!" Antonio, unable to suppress the excitement in his heart, said loudly: "Whether we can rise to the next level depends on tonight!"

Having said that, he carefully smoothed his hair with his palm and said: "You all keep watch here, I'm going to find Julia!"