If fighting broke out again, the international opinion would be against the First Terrorist Organization. This, along with the number of nations the organization had crossed, would mean that the organization would find itself between the anvil and hammer.
The Mo brothers pulled off a masterstroke.
Ye Wei and Eleven watched each other silently. The silence, like a web, engulfed them. It was, more aptly, like chains that shackled them in this little place.
Ye Wei, having thought about it once too often, had made a decision. As the ‘word’ lingered along her lips, she paused before keeping it to herself.
She eventually did not say a word.
If she really wanted to kill somebody, she was not short of methods and a direct confrontation was unnecessary. However vigilant Mo Ye and Mo Jue were, they had moments of carelessness that meant a try was not impossible.
However…
As she saw the night through the window with her dark and aggressive eyes, Eleven was seemingly in her own world as well. She looked cold and unapproachable. It was as though there was a harsh coldness deep inside her.
The night became even darker.
The moonlight, like water, covered the earth. Eleven lifted her head amidst the cold night and looked at Ye Wei. She said, “To kill or not?”
Even somebody as tough as nails like her had moments of hesitation. After the years they roamed the world, Ye Wei was often the one making the decisions whilst Eleven rarely considered whether a person ought to be taken out. Once they accepted a mission, and as long as there was a threat to the First Terrorist Organization, Eleven never considered whether the person ought to be taken out or not. She treated all of them with extreme prejudice.
This was the first time she asked Ye Wei in many years.
Ye Wei was extremely quiet and she looked at Eleven. She suddenly smiled and said, “Eleven, what do you think the two of us are up to?”
Eleven was aghast. Ye Wei crossed her hands and stood in front of the window. To kill or not, the answer was straightforward and they had to be taken out with extreme prejudice. As for these two brothers, if they could… stop, how good could it be?
As Eleven and herself were not people who wielded major influence, all they had to do was to lead a carefree life. But the men had it different. Young Jason, Black J, and Chu Li only had power in their minds and nothing else.
They were hell-bent on world domination, and they eventually accomplished that. Chu Li eventually met Rong Yan and was once upset to the point he viciously considered perishing with her. As lovers eventually became couples, power was no longer the most important thing in Chu Li’s life.
What about the Mo brothers?
Could they pull out of this struggle?
Ye Wei was considering saying ‘kill’, but she suddenly heard Eleven say, “Wei Wei, come over here. Louis has appeared.”
Louis’ face appeared on the huge screen in the conference hall. He calmly said, “Since everybody is here, let’s start the meeting.”
Although he was absent for long, Louis was still as handsome as before with his golden hair and emerald eyes. His sinister look betrayed slight anxiety and everybody could tell that he was extremely anxious and worried.
He seemed to have lost quite some weight and was somewhat haggard.
Big Boss Mo stretched out his hands and a smile broke over his face. As he faced the screen whilst the body of the dead elder faced away from the screen, he could not tell what happened in the great hall at that moment.
All the elders fell silent. Some looked at him, some at Big Boss Mo, whilst others remained silent. The atmosphere was cryptic.
As Louis was one who had seen the world, once he saw the situation, he knew that something was amiss. Mo Ye’s chilling smile gave him a bad omen. The brothers had betrayed him.
“Mo Ye…” Louis dangerously squinted. “What did you do!?”
Mo Ye looked at all the elders and coldly said, “Well, I didn’t do anything. The elders said that you gave the Mafia too much trouble and engulfed the Mafia in an unprecedented crisis. As of this moment onward, you are no longer the godfather of the Mafia.”
To put it differently, Louis’ fate no longer affected the Mafia. Whoever wanted him dead could have their way and the Mafia would not care. Louis made largely personal feuds but exploited the Mafia to be his muscle. His eviction from the Mafia meant that he would become that scorned bastard, unrelated to the Mafia but whom everybody wanted a pound of flesh from.
Louis’ face changed as he propped himself up with both hands on the table. He roared, “Mo Ye, how dare you f***ing betray me!!??”
His implacable rage caused his delicate features to contort into a twisted sight.
“Betray? How unworthy of you to use that term,” Mo Ye said extremely coldly. “The position of godfather was never yours to begin with. As of this moment, Ye Yukun, you are public enemy number one of the Mafia.”
All the elders gasped and looked at Mo Ye in shock. “What the heck is going on?”
Louis was in shock and rage. As the tides were no longer in his favor, Mo Ye had clearly checked out all the details about him. What he had done in utter secrecy all those years back, which Third Young Master Ye seemingly did not know, nobody else knew save Old Master Ye.
As his hand started to tremble, the elders looked on at him in doubt and rage.
Mo Ye coldly said, “You killed the real Louis seventeen years ago. He is a fraud.”
The great hall fell silent. As Louis closed his eyes, he knew that he had lost his most reliable pillar of support. He suddenly opened his eyes, his anger boiling over. He pointed at Mo Ye with a pen and said, “Mo Ye, you are f***ing vicious!”
He finally understood that Mo Ye had set everything up so that he could become the public enemy step by step. He had done one too many things as per Mo Ye’s suggestion and assumed that the Mo brothers would not betray him.
Lo and behold, he petted the most venomous snake only for it to bite him. He was the only person who knew how it felt.
He utterly regretted his mistake.
With Mo Ye orchestrating all that led up to the current situation, he really should not have taken his advice. He did not expect, as Mo Ye told him, to make the Mafia the top in the world.
He wanted to make himself the top of the world.
In a world of violence and bloodshed, whoever was more vicious would get more mileage.
“Louis, you know what is best for yourself.” Mo Ye gently smiled as he tapped his fingers on the table. Mo Ye said, “You have cultivated countless people over the years, so see for yourself the number that will still follow you. Oh, yes, I should also remind you that your address has been leaked and a plane from the First Terrorist Organization is en-route to it. If you hasten, you might get to live that bit longer.”
“You…”
“Good luck!” Mo Ye gently acknowledged and ignored Louis’ raging face as he turned off the video feed. He took a look around and said, “Remember, from today onward, the Mafia has nothing to do with Louis. If I know of anybody who secretly assists him, hmm…”
He picked up the cup of freshly served tea and forcefully crushed it. As the teacup broke and tea spilled out, he said, “Will end up like this cup!”
The elders felt a cold shiver run down their spine. He was nothing short of vicious.
That single statement of his was able to intimidate everybody present.
Ye Wei and Eleven looked each other in the eye. Ye Wei sent the young kid a message to inform him of what happened on his end: Louis’ breaking off from the Mafia and how Mo Ye planned to make peace.
As they had expected, Mo Ye’s first order of business after taking over the Mafia was to announce Louis’ ousting and pin all the blame onto Louis.
Mo Ye painfully admitted that the Mafia’s recent actions were extremely regrettable and the Mafia would, in collaboration with the First Terrorist Organization and anti-terrorist groups, capture Louis. As information spread that night, he was moving very quickly.
Chu Li and Black J’s planes were en-route. Changes within the Mafia along with their conveyance of the importance of peace above all and how Louis’ actions were unrelated to the Mafia before the conflict even started were revealed.
The timely usurping of power and the timely news conference came one right after another. The First Terrorist Organization, which had a casus belli to duke it out with the Mafia, no longer had a reason to fight the Mafia.
Commander immediately called Chu Li and ordered an immediate retreat from Colombia and prohibited any engagements. What was advantageous for the organization instantly changed.
The Mafia dodged a bullet.
Chu Li felt slightly stifled and was beyond rage. As he clearly assessed the situation, it was indeed inappropriate for him to act.
Chu Li, Black J, and Jason hence discussed with the young kid and retreated to their stronghold. Only the young kid tracked Louis down whilst Chu Li, Jason and company retreated to behind the scenes and began reorganizing.
The information reached City A overnight.
Third Young Master Ye, Fourth Young Master Tang, and First Young Master Lin were also caught off guard. While Fourth Young Master Tang and First Young Master Lin had yet to meet Mo Ye and Mo Jue, they did not understand how the two brothers ticked. Although Third Young Master Ye had met Mo Ye and Mo Jue, he did not expect them to take over the Mafia this quickly.
There were no signs of their takeover, and given how Louis had the final say in the Mafia, pulling him down was no mean feat. How did the brothers pull it off? Even if they did manage to pull Louis down, there were many more people who were more qualified to become the next godfather.
Third Young Master Ye felt a slight unease. Although Louis was isolated, without help and much less of a threat, Mo Ye and Mo Jue controlling the Mafia gave them substantial pressure.
“Perhaps Wei Wei and Eleven could pin them down.” Cheng Anya smiled. She always believed that love conquered all. Given how eccentric Ye Wei and Eleven were, they would have few problems subduing a person.
“There’s no given to who would subdue the other person.” Third Young Master Ye laughed as he hit the table. With a deep gaze, he said, “Given how many alternative plans Louis has, he would not be so easily captured.”
Cheng Anya nodded. With an unnecessary war averted, international peace returned. The First Terrorist Organization, the Dragon Gate, and the Mafia would be able to catch a breath and reorganize. If the situation could revert to how the top-three underworld powers checked and balanced each other peacefully, it was all the better.
There was something on Third Young Master Ye’s mind. As Louis was not dead, his mind was not at ease.
“We did it! At least, our life is calm like it used to be.”
Third Young Master Ye smiled and looked at Cheng Anya deeply. He said, “Dear Anya, let’s get married!”