Soon, the Sicilian members had all but vanished, the body on the ground included, dragged away into the night. Basettato must be feeling utterly dejected by now. His plan was to wreck the place, but he ended up losing seven or eight million instead. Though the Sicilian Mafia was wealthy, with numerous branches and huge expenses, the funds of the Huaxia branch were not particularly abundant.
Seated in the limousine, after much consideration, Basettato decided it was wiser not to call Tinaro. He dreaded the scolding that might come from the other end of the line. Disappointing the boss once was okay, but two or three times could spell the end for his position.
Without money, they would have to make their own—kidnapping, extortion, drug trafficking... For the Sicilians, those were all too familiar.
However, Basettato just couldn't swallow his pride. He had lost to Li Fei twice, and sooner or later, he would settle the score.
