Even in New York, a city known for its talented people and beautiful scenery, such a number of deaths and injuries is a major case.
However, because it was a gang fight, the local police did not intervene.
Funerals abroad differ from those in China; the latter are more elaborate, including a period of lying in state, vigil, announcing the death, encoffining, dressing in mourning clothes, offering sacrifices to the spirit, the seventh-day memorial service, the funeral procession, and burial...
In foreign countries, the ceremony is relatively simple, usually conducted by a pastor or clergy member in a brief ceremony.
The next day, Chu Zhi also came to the church.
"Who are you?" Sister Mike asked, puzzled.
"I'm Mike's friend," Chu Zhiye introduced himself. "Mike left some money and hopes I will give it to you."
He then handed over a wad of cash.
"Oh, man!"
Mike's older siblings were instantly surprised, and then they scrambled to grab and divide the stack of cash.
Mike came from a typical poor African American family with many older brothers, sisters, and younger brothers and sisters. Perhaps that's why people weren't as heartbroken by Mike's passing.
Compared to grief, people are more concerned about cash.
Chu Zhiye faced Mike directly. His face was dark, his body was strong, and there were several obvious holes in his chest, clearly indicating that he had died from bullets.
He recalled the promise Mike had made:
"I will become the number one mob boss in New York!"
He repeatedly urged Mike to leave the industry, but Mike refused, replying with a Chinese proverb: "Life and death are predestined, wealth and honor are determined by fate."
Chu Zhi also sighed.
Mike's gang members swarmed in, led by the same burly man in sunglasses from yesterday.
Upon entering, the church was filled with a solemn atmosphere.
The burly man in sunglasses led a large group of gang members in bowing to Mike.
"Mike, I'm so sorry, I promise I'll kill the Iron Curtain Brotherhood and avenge you!"
"Clap clap clap..."
Just then, applause echoed through the silent church.
A group of robust men walked in from outside the church. The leader was a one-eyed man who clapped lightly, a smile on his face, and an arrogant demeanor.
"Hey, what are you all doing here? Are you mourning?"
“Rosie, I have warned you that you are old and can no longer move, so hand over your territory to us young people to manage.”
"If you had handed it over, none of this would have happened."
Upon hearing this, members of both gangs glared at each other in the church, filling the room with a tense and menacing atmosphere.
“Marcel, don’t get cocky. I’ll get my revenge.” The burly man in sunglasses gritted his teeth. “This is my brother’s funeral. Please leave. Don’t dirty the church.”
One-Eyed Marcel gave a cold laugh and then prepared to leave.
Just then, a clear voice rang out: "Wait."
Chu Zhi also pointed to the one-eyed Marcel's neck and said, "Give me back the Buddha statue."
The Buddha statue he gave to Mike was hung around the neck of One-Eyed Marcel.
"Why?"
“That Buddha statue was a gift from me to Mike.”
"What can you do if I don't pay it back?" One-eyed Marcel's eyes were full of provocation.
Chu Zhiye: "You'll regret it."
His remarks did not threaten One-Eyed Marcel; on the contrary, Marcel laughed with disdain.
"Regret? I've never regretted anything in my life."
After saying that, One-Eyed Marcel and his group of henchmen left the church laughing and joking.
Chu Zhi watched quietly as Marcel and the others disappeared from sight.
“You’re Mike’s friend, we met yesterday.” The burly man in sunglasses took off his sunglasses. “You’re not a gang member, you shouldn’t mess with Marcel.”
“I will kill Marcel and return the Buddha statue to you.”
"No need." Chu Zhi also turned and left. "You can't even guarantee Mike's safety, how can you talk about getting rid of Marcel?"
"Hey Asian kid, how dare you talk to the boss like that?" a gang member accused Chu Zhiye.
"Believe it or not, I'll shoot you." Some even pulled out guns.
"Stop!" The burly man in sunglasses stopped his men from acting rashly. "This friend is Mike's friend, so he's our friend. We can't treat our friends like this."
The burly man in sunglasses faced Chu Zhiye directly and said seriously, "I regret not protecting Mike."
“I hereby promise that I will eliminate One-Eyed Rossi, avenge Mike, and I will retrieve the Buddha statue and return it to you.”
"I swear on my reputation and honor that I will retrieve the Buddha statue!"
Chu Zhi glanced at the other person, then turned and left, leaving behind the words: "I hope you keep your word."
"Brother, how can this Asian kid be so rude? We must teach him a lesson."
Snap!
The burly man in sunglasses slapped his subordinate across the face as he spoke, his voice icy: "If you have any anger, take it out on the Brotherhood of the Iron Curtain. There's no need to take it out on an ordinary person, especially one who was a friend of our fallen brother."
How could you say such a thing?
The burly man in sunglasses turned around, looked at his brothers, and said, "Brothers, in the Iron Curtain Brotherhood, besides our own brothers, we must avenge our brothers."
"Tonight, I'm going to kill Marcel!"
Immediately, shouts of "Kill Marcel!" rang out from inside the church.
The burly man in sunglasses turned around and looked in the direction Chu Zhiye had left, thinking to himself, "Including your Buddha statue."
... ...
As night fell, gunshots rang out in New York.
Damn it!
"Short-lived ghost."
"A gang fight at night, disturbing people's sleep, don't you have any manners?"
New York City residents couldn't help but complain.
Some agitated citizens even pulled out guns and fired into the air in response to the gunfire from the gang fight.
The deep alleyway was filled with a stench of decay, as dark as ink, with sewage flowing everywhere, and dilapidated walls hidden in the gloom.
The burly man in sunglasses lay on the ground, clutching his chest, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, his eyes fixed on the one-eyed Marcel.
"I lost this battle. Do with me as you please."
The burly man in sunglasses never expected that his confident fight would end in defeat.
Not only did several of his brothers die, but his own life was also in danger.
The burly man in sunglasses recalled his experiences over the years, playing out like a movie, finally settling on Chu Zhiye's back.
The burly man in sunglasses gazed at the night sky: "Sorry, I can't retrieve the Buddha statue."
Marcel raised his gun, ready to end the life, when suddenly—
A series of crackling sounds rang out, instantly crushing many members of the Brotherhood of the Iron Curtain.
A group of men in uniforms, armed with guns, ran over. They were skilled marksmen and had excellent teamwork, clearly indicating that they had military experience.
Under these people, the advantage established by the Brotherhood of the Iron Curtain vanished instantly, and with Marcel's death, the Brotherhood of the Iron Curtain members scattered in all directions.
The burly man in sunglasses widened his eyes, staring at the group of uniformed men, and asked, "Who are you?"
But the group of men did not answer. One of them knelt down, removed the Buddha statue from Marcel's neck, and then left.
Numerous questions arose in the mind of the burly man in sunglasses: "Who are these people? Why did they kill Marcel? Why didn't they say anything, only taking that Buddha statue?... ..."
He froze, stunned by the thought.
He seemed to have guessed who those people were.
The face of that Asian kid from today appeared in his mind.
"Mike, your friend saved me, but I can't save you."
... ...
New York airport.
The flight attendant called out to the passengers, "Please be seated, everyone. The plane is about to take off."
After a short while, the plane taxied a distance on the runway before taking off into the night sky.
As the plane climbed to an altitude of tens of thousands of meters, Chu Zhiye was closer to the moon than ever before.
He leaned against the window, gazing at the bright moon, gently rubbing the Buddha statue with his hand.
"Sigh~~~~" Chu Zhi also sighed deeply.
"Life and death are preordained, wealth and honor are determined by Heaven."
... ...
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