Antonio’s lips twitched involuntarily at Charlie’s audacious proposition. He clenched his jaw, masking his disbelief with a smile. “Alright, you’ve certainly got some nerve trying to shake down the Mafia!”

Intrigued, Charlie quizzed, “Are you really with the Mafia?”

Antonio sneered, “What? You just witnessed it.”

With a flourish, he returned the thousand dollars to his wallet, casting a haughty glance at Charlie. “Now that you know who I am, you can leave.”

Disdain dripped from Charlie’s voice. “I haven’t even taken your money yet and you’re already showing me the door? Are you for real?”

Antonio ground his teeth. “Young man, if you squander this chance I’m giving you, don’t blame me!”

Turning to his henchmen, he commanded, “Put him in his place and then drive him out of here, far away. Hurry, our esteemed guest will arrive soon.”

Several of his men swiftly geared up and approached Charlie.

Just then, sirens wailed and a fleet of police cars raced to the scene.

Once parked, over a dozen officers emerged from the vehicles. One of them approached Antonio, inquiring, “Antonio, we received a call about Mafia-related activity, crashes and fatalities. Can you fill us in on what happened?”

Antonio gave a slight smile, taken aback, then instinctively glanced at Charlie.

Seizing the opportunity, Charlie wore a wicked grin as he addressed the police, “Officer, one of their men ran me down. And not only did he evade responsibility, he even brandished a firearm at me.”

He gestured towards the Mafia member who had just threatened him. “It’s him! He’s got a gun!”

Several officers immediately aimed their weapons at the man, one of them bellowing, “Hands on your head, lie down on the ground, now!”

result in him being shot on the spot. However, the way American police enforced cooperation was a blow to one’s dignity. They insisted on hands on heads, arms spread, legs apart,

no big deal, but for gang members concerned with pride, it was akin to kneeling in the street. Hence, many

but he resisted, some even daring to put their hands

police encountered such a brash individual, they didn’t allow room for remorse. Regardless of how many officers were on their side, they would empty their magazines in record time, then return to file reports claiming they suspected he was reaching for

this was just a run-of-the-mill traffic incident. My daughter

with Antonio, turned to Jagoan

not. He hit me. And not only did he refuse to pay, he threatened

himself on the curb. “I don’t mind. I’ll stay here and watch how he deals with me. And just so you know, they’re all armed. If you

off, raised his phone. “I’m live-streaming this on the video site! I’ve also told my friends to record and share it across multiple

the officer coughed awkwardly and told Antonio, “You’ve seen what’s transpired. Firstly, resolve this issue. Secondly, anyone who brandished a gun will need to accompany me

He hadn’t fathomed being manipulated and extorted on his own doorstep.

his trusted aide approached and murmured, “Boss, the distinguished guest

guests on the way. But more pressing was his daughter’s accident and his reluctance to face the shame

pulling the man over, extracting his pistol from his waist and dropping

hundred thousand

their gaze to Jagoan. “You

lost work hours, so

don’t know who he is,

scoffed. “Do I need

name is Antonio Zano. While we’re here, he won’t harm you, but once we’re gone, you’ll have to

“I’ve never heard of Antonio Zano. Plus, I don’t keep track of my daily earnings. Asking him for

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