Shadow Empire

Chapter 1222 Irresistible Force and Extreme Ecstasy
Christopher, who rushed home overnight, looked at the empty manor and was unable to express the turmoil in his heart with his expression.

He strode into the basement, and seeing the wide-open door and the empty vault, he felt a wave of dizziness and almost collapsed to the ground.

Fortunately, the people around him reacted quickly and helped him up.

Christopher shoved away the person who was supporting him and staggered into the vault. Looking at the completely emptied vault, an indescribable anger welled up in his chest!
He slammed his fist against the wall, scraping his skin from the force, but such a minor injury was insignificant compared to his anger and fear.

He stood there with his eyes closed, his chest heaving violently, before it gradually calmed down after a long while.

It took two minutes for all of this to subside, and the madness and pain in his eyes gradually subsided.

He said nothing and went straight upstairs. The people guarding the manor were gone, and he knew without a doubt where they had gone.

Bloodstains, not yet cleaned, still lingered in the cracks between the bricks in the courtyard. Those dark red bloodstains told him what had become of those people.

He returned to his study, which contained a small safe, but it didn't hold much of value; it only contained his passport, some documents, and a few bearer checks.

These were used by him to bribe officials when necessary; the amounts were not large, such as 20,000, 30,000, or 50,000.

The total is less than 200,000.

They had obviously opened the safe as well, and at the very front of everything was a small card folded into a triangle with a smiley face drawn on it.

He reached out and gripped the paper tightly in his hand, then tore it to shreds in a fit of rage and threw it to the ground.

He even stomped on Lance's face a few times, as if he were stepping on Lance's face that made him nauseous!
"Fake!"

"Fake!!"

He casually closed the safe and then went to the liquor cabinet to pour himself a glass. His brother-in-law and some of his confidants also came in.

He glanced at the group of people, then sat down on the sofa. Everyone was watching him, wondering what he could do to deal with the current dire situation.

In fact, for these people and these cadres, their losses are there, but not significant.

The money in the manor's vault belonged to Christopher. They either hid the money Christopher gave them or transferred it, so their actual losses were not significant.

The situation is dire. The Lance family is clearly targeting them, and not with a swift and decisive move to crush their resistance. Instead, they are gradually, like a cat toying with a mouse, slowly cornering them.

This kind of despair is the most unacceptable.

Christopher knew that these people were looking at him because they wanted him to come up with a solution.

For example, how to retaliate.

These are people who risk their lives to make a living. In order to compete for profits and business, they are willing to take a gun and rush into the offices of other smuggling companies and shoot at those people.

It can also serve as a public example to warn others not to try to take advantage of them.

These people are thugs, villains, and the most vicious criminals. Coupled with the Sumuli people's vengeful nature, what they really want now is to fight Lance to the death.

These Bianchi family members from Sumuli Island had never met the Lance family. They had only heard that the Lance family was very powerful, but they didn't know exactly how powerful they were.

Even what they are facing now is nothing more than a blow from the government. Perhaps the Lance family's "true form" is not as powerful as people imagine?

Christopher's brother-in-law asked softly, "What should we do next?"

"Should we retaliate?"

Christopher took a sip of his drink. "Lance is in Indenor State right now. That's his territory. He's got everyone from the governor to the gangsters like dogs. If we cross the border to deal with him, he'll probably be killed on the way to Redstone."

The brother-in-law glanced at the cadres behind him and asked, "So we're just going to sit here and passively take the beating?"

A hint of displeasure flashed in Christopher's eyes. He certainly didn't want to be passively beaten here, but what could he do?
He had never seen such a "fighting style" before. Whether in Likale State or Sumuli Island, conflicts between gangs were always resolved through shootouts.

If you kill me, then you are the winner.

I will kill you, and I will devour everything you own.

Shooting determines victory or defeat, and the winner takes all—that's the rule of the gangsters!
But this time, at this moment, he could clearly sense that Lance was no longer a pure gangster; he was "evolving," an evolution that Christopher himself couldn't quite explain.

But one day he realized that this evolution was positive, not the bad kind. Lance and his gang were embarking on a path that no gang had ever thought of or ventured into before, but which was sure to be remarkable.

The sunlight and darkness merged into one at this moment, creating an eerie, absurd, and unsettling atmosphere.

Lance is already like this before he even arrives here. What can he do after Lance arrives?
he does not know.

Seeing that he couldn't get anything out of the manor, the brother-in-law first ordered the cadres to search the estate to see if there were any items left by the enemy, such as bombs.

When they were alone in the room, he asked, "Do you want to go back?"

A flash of murderous rage crossed Christopher's eyes, but it vanished in an instant. He didn't like his brother-in-law speaking to him in such a tone; he was the boss among them!

However, he also knew very well that now was not the time to talk about these things. He still needed these people's help and their assistance in stabilizing the situation.

He pursed his lips and didn't answer. No answer was, in fact, the best answer.

The brother-in-law frowned. "Is it worth abandoning everything here and going back?"

“I’m not questioning your decision, Dover. I just want to ask, if we put all our efforts into dealing with Lance, is there any chance of success?”

Christopher poured himself another drink, somewhat irritated. "He's a man, not a god. A bullet can hurt him, and a fatal shot can kill him. If we have a chance to hit him, we certainly have a chance of success!"

"But the problem is, brother, how did you hit him with that shot?"

"Do you know how strong his security is?" "The latest bulletproof cars, and a whole convoy of them. Even bombs might not be able to take him down in one hit!"

"The people around him were really able to take bullets for him. You saw the assassination attempt this time. Their men tackled him to the ground and used their own bodies to take the bullets."

"He has many people and connections. He's on good terms with the police and gangsters. He rarely goes out alone, and he'll never be alone in a place beyond his control!"

"In this kind of environment, tell me, how do we fire this shot?"

"Is this something that can be solved simply by having more or fewer people?"

"Unless you can send me a thousand gunmen, we'll kill him without regard for the consequences and then flee all over the world, because the federal government will do everything in its power to eliminate us!"

He rattled off a long string of complaints, and under the influence of alcohol, he was able to vent his pent-up frustrations. He drank heavily, his stomach churning with dissatisfaction with how things had turned out.

The brother-in-law was somewhat disappointed. "So, we're just going to do nothing and then slink back home in disgrace?"

Christopher took a deep breath, stared into his brother-in-law's eyes for a long time, and finally picked up his glass, took a sip of wine, and ended the increasingly tense atmosphere.

"I'd rather go back and kill Leon."

“Listen, it’s not that I’m afraid of Lance or don’t dare to fight him, it’s that his methods feel unfamiliar to me, and I even doubt whether we really have a chance to stand in front of him.”

“Look at all the tricks he’s used! Customs seized our goods, the police and the Dangerous Goods Administration shut down our bar, and now people are refusing to pay us the balance, and they’ve taken the opportunity to steal everything from the vault!”

What's next?

"If we drive there with weapons, won't we get stopped by the police on the way? I know you and those guys outside are very bold, daring to kill police officers, but how many can you kill?"

“Once a police officer dies, we will be put on an arrest warrant very quickly. We will be wanted by the entire federal government. At that time, it won’t just be federal police, but other law enforcement agencies will also come after us.”

“The Lance family, ordinary gangsters, and even some ‘professional hunters’ will come looking for trouble for us!”

“Fuck, my brother, I’m not afraid to fight him, I’m not afraid of bloodshed or even death, but I’m afraid of our bloodshed, our deaths are meaningless!”

His brother-in-law was also somewhat swayed by his words, his expression constantly changing, "Are we just going to let it go like this?"

Christopher sat down next to him. "Of course we won't let it go, but we're at a disadvantage right now. Who among us can stand against him?"

“Nobody can do that. My idea is... go back first, wait until he lowers his guard, then we'll gather our strength again, find a suitable ‘gun,’ and send him to meet his maker!”

His brother-in-law considered it for a moment. Lance was indeed under heavy protection, making it impossible to deal with him directly. Moreover, Lance did not engage in direct combat with ordinary gangs, but instead used some disgusting official methods.

Indeed, staying here now is not a wise choice.

He was persuaded. "But life on the island isn't easy either. Leon will be furious if he finds out we've lost our business here!"

Christopher licked his lips. "Then let him really blow up. I've been wanting to fucking kill this bastard for ages."

Their eyes met again. The brother-in-law knew what Christopher had done before: he had killed Paul Pasretto, his uncle, and even his godfather.

Now he's turned his gun on Leonardo, and if he's going to kill Leonardo, he'll definitely have to kill all the current Bianchi family members in power, including Christopher's wife's father.

Thinking of this, the brother-in-law became wary of the man in front of him, who was clearly someone who was used to drawing his bayonet against his own men.

However, there aren't many other options right now, so this is the most suitable one.

"I agree with your decision..."

Christopher breathed a sigh of relief. If he could persuade his brother-in-law, it would be easier to persuade others, since he was the "Boss."

Soon, the brother-in-law left the room to contact the officials in charge and explained the situation.

The cadres have actually begun to get used to life in the Federation; it's exciting, full of passion, and every day is a pleasure for them.

Whether it's the pace of life here, the advanced technology, or the TVs and movies that are almost never turned off in the living room, or any other form of entertainment.

All of this fascinated them deeply!
In Sumuli, none of these things exist. If this place is a bustling metropolis, full of new and exciting things, then it is a different story.

So Sumuli is a damned monastery, where stubbornness and decay are everything.

The four major families and high-ranking government officials are used to ruling the island's in a high-pressure manner. There is no entertainment, and people cannot even freely discuss important figures. Everyone lives in a suffocating environment!
Damn it!

Some people were willing to leave with them, but others wanted to stay.

Christopher can't expect everyone to go back with him; it's enough that some people are willing to go back with him. This time, he's going to do something big when he gets back: kill Leonardo and become the head of the Bianchi family.

When he had the power of the entire Bianchi family in his hands, he believed he would be able to deal with Lance!

Perhaps he didn't realize that every time he "grew," it was at the cost of eliminating his own people.

The next day they began packing up to prepare for their departure. It was at this time that news came that the Lance family had started contacting gangs and their liquor was beginning to enter the South Asian state market.

This was almost inevitable. Although he had already decided to leave, he couldn't help but scold Lance upon hearing the news.

Two more days passed, and more and more rumors circulated throughout the state, making Christopher even more sensitive and uneasy. He would need some time to deal with the remaining assets, so he could only grit his teeth and continue to wait.

The good news was that during his waiting period, Lance didn't send anyone to kill him, which gave him a much-needed respite.

With his assets mostly disposed of and all preparations for leaving complete, he led his men to prepare to depart the Federation.

This "evacuation" went exceptionally smoothly, so smoothly that he himself felt it was a little too easy...

(End of this chapter)