Chapter 1: The Suit Gangster 【Black Dragon】

ated location. Under the pressure of the gunpoint, no one dared to resist, and faint sobs of fear could be heard from within the crowd.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate...Midtown Manhattan, The Four Seasons Hotel.

This is one of the most luxurious hotels in New York City, renowned for its romance and unparalleled service.

An 18th-century crystal chandelier, with its delicately swaying tassels, casts a shimmering glow on the polished floor where one can see their reflection. The soft velvet blue drapes that hang low add to the opulent ambiance of this grand space.

On the 52nd floor of the hotel, in what is considered the most expensive luxury penthouse suite in the US, guests mingled and enjoyed themselves.

“Once the speaker is fixed, let’s get started quickly. Everyone is already here.”

The emcee, who looked to be around 30 years old, patted the man squatting beside the speaker. This man was named Zhou, and he apparently took care of hotel maintenance.

"All done, you can rest assured."

Zhou patted his chest, smiling mischievously, assuring everyone he had been lurking for a while and now was the time for the show to begin!

As the music began, the wedding ceremony officially commenced.

The entire wedding was held in a buffet style. Around the banquet hall were displayed various delicate pastries and sumptuous dishes, and guests attending the wedding could choose freely.

Just as the atmosphere reached its peak, a muffled gunshot suddenly exploded.

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Screams of panic echoed through the hall as distinguished guests scrambled for cover.

Everyone freeze! Hands up, get down on the ground and put your head in your hands. Anyone moves, I shoot!

With a rifle in hand, Afeng stood on the table, grinning.

Meanwhile, outside the banquet hall, Valon, dressed in a sleek emerald suit and wielding a black-and-gold cane, entered the hall with an elegant air, captivating everyone's attention.

"Hello everyone, let me introduce myself first. My name is Walong and I am the boss of the Black Hand organization!"

"Don't be afraid, we're just here to make money. Money is all I want, so I hope everyone cooperates. If you all work with me, I promise I won't kill anyone. But if someone isn't honest, then things could get complicated!"

Wa Long walked onto the stage in a few steps, snatched the microphone from the host, and with a smile on his face, soothed the frightened audience.

“I have a list in my hand, and everyone here is on that list. So don't even think about any tricks or shortcuts. Now, everyone stand up and put your hands over your heads.”

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The guests, taken hostage, trembled and stood up with their hands raised. None dared to speak or disobey. They only hoped that the captors would be satisfied so they could survive the night safely.

"What happened"

Outside the door, a woman in a white wedding dress burst in. Tonight, this place was supposed to be her domain, but unfortunately, the spotlight has changed!

“The future bride, please come to the stage. Everyone else, please stand in your positions and do not move.”

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Valeon beckoned with his finger, leaning on his cane as he spoke in a leisurely manner. His voice was light and cheerful; ever since that pesky archaeologist had been out of the picture, he'd been in an excellent mood.

"Get out of the way quickly, hurry up!"

Zhou and Afeng pointed their guns at the hostages, driving them to a designated location. Under the pressure of the gunpoint, no one dared to resist, and faint sobs of fear could be heard from within the crowd.

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“One after another, quickly, everyone line up here. Each person take a dish and put all your valuables on it.”

Arvin walked to the food pick-up counter, picked up a white porcelain plate, and demonstrated to everyone present.

"The cash is in this ice bucket."

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Zhou followed Ah-Fen, placing a small flag with the words "cash" written on it next to the bucket of ice as a marker.

"The check is here."

The second ice bucket was put down by Ah-Fen.

"The jewelry is here."

“Put the necklace here.”

"Put the ring here."

“Other items like gold pens and lighters are all placed in the miscellaneous section.”

After placing all the buckets in a straight line, Afeng took the microphone and warned.

"Listen up, everyone. If someone hides valuable items and tries to keep them from being handed over..."

Raso, keeping a tight grip on the hostage, drew back his gun!

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A gunshot rang out.

A white porcelain vase in the corner of the table shattered with a sound.

“Oh!”

Some timid women let out panicked screams, instinctively covering their heads and crouching down. The rest of them were also terrified, staring at the ferocious-looking Rasu with trembling bodies.

"Boss, are you ready"

When everyone had subconsciously lined up, Ah Fen walked to Walong's side and whispered.

And right now, Wulong was standing by the huge floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the distant New York cityscape. He held a glass of red wine in his hand, looking relaxed and content as he savored it slowly.

Upon hearing Ah-Feng's words, Wa Long turned his head and said, "Since you're ready, let's begin."

Meanwhile, the New York City Police Department.

“What did you say The mob is making a big move again!”

"Okay, I understand. We'll be there right away."

George Stacey hung up the phone and immediately assembled the on-duty personnel, preparing to rush to the scene.

"Daddy, what's wrong Did a case happen"

In the office, Gwen Stacy curiously watched her father. It was a school holiday today, and she had come to deliver documents to Director George. Unexpectedly, she witnessed this scene.

“Well, the Four Seasons Hotel is in trouble. Damn Mafia are at it again.”

As Chief George answered, he put on his coat.

"In the past month, several kidnapping and jewelry heist cases in New York have been linked to the Mafia, and the head of the mob is this man—Valon."

Chief George flipped open a file on his desk. Gwen peered over his shoulder; it was a man in a forest-green suit.

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"For this, we dispatched professionals to keep an eye on them, and just now the mob guys infiltrated a rich man's wedding banquet to carry out a robbery. This time, we absolutely cannot let them get away!"

“You wouldn't guess from the photo that he was a robber, but be careful nonetheless. I'll be waiting for you back home for dinner tonight, Dad.”

Gwen tilted her head, looking at the photo on the table. She had seen many masked thugs, but a gentleman robber in a suit and tie was something new to her.

“I know, my little darling, go home and wait for me. I’ll be off work soon.”

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George smiled and hugged Gwen goodbye, then hurried out of the office.

"Hurry up, hurry up, one after another. Don't be stingy with your jade necklace, just throw it down quickly."

Zhou kept urging the hostages to move quickly, while warning them not to cause trouble.

"Honey, money is just an external thing, give it to them quickly."

"Let him have it, at least we're safe now. I'll buy you one later."

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The woman, having lost all her jewels, cried bitterly. A man in a suit and tie beside her kept soothing her, wiping away her tears with a tissue.

"Hmm."

The woman nodded, her mood seemed to have improved considerably.

But in the blink of an eye, the ice bucket filled with money was almost overflowing.

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"Big harvest today, boss!"

"Tonight, we're sure to have another big wave of red jade credited to our accounts, hehehe. We'll make both money and fame!"

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"To be honest, we haven't felt this happy in a long time."

Lashu and Afen were around Walong, their faces beaming with excitement.

"Hey, sir, I have nothing on me. You can search me if you don't believe me."

Just then, a small dispute at the table where the goods were being collected caught Walong's attention. The center of the dispute was the young man who was being pointed at by Zhou with a gun.

"Coming to a wedding of this caliber, you say you don't even have anything valuable on you Do I look like someone easily fooled" Zhou, wearing sunglasses, said dismissively. "I warn you, don't play tricks, hand over everything valuable you have. If you don't cooperate, be careful, I might just make a hole in your head."

"What's going on"

Afen walked over and frowned, asking.

"This kid said he has no money."

Zhou used the rifle butt to nudge the young man in front of him, making him stumble slightly.

"The problem is, I truly don't, sir. Don't believe me Look."

Peter Parker took two steps back, steadied himself, and then opened his empty pockets with a look of helplessness. He'd only been dragged along by Harry for the festivities, just a freeloader looking for a free meal.

He was truly broke, but the kidnapper in front of him didn't seem to believe it.

Peter was at a loss, and as he looked up, his eyes met those of Wa Long on the stage.

"Sir, believe me, this place has the most sensitive automatic alarm system. The NYPD must have gotten the message and are on their way right now. The hotel will be surrounded soon. I advise you to give up."

Peter was trying to persuade the other party, hoping that this seemingly elegant and polite boss in front of him would let go of everyone present, including himself.

"Oh"

Looking at Peter before him, Valron's eyes showed a flicker of interest.

"It's commendable that the young people are so brave. Come, onto the stage, and let me have a chat with you."

With his hands crossed on top of his black and gold staff, Valon chuckled, "Since you claim to be penniless, how about you explain how you managed to sneak into this high-class millionaire's wedding"

"It was me!" Before Peter could say anything, Harry Osborn stepped forward from behind him. "I brought him in. I can vouch for him, he really has no money."

“Hmm” Wal Long raised an eyebrow. “Who are you”

"Harry Osborn."

"This name..."

With narrowed eyes, Walong felt that this surname seemed familiar to him.

"The boss, the chairman of Oscorp Industries, is Norman Osborn. His name is on the guest list for tonight's wedding banquet."

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Afeng glanced at the list in his hand and whispered a reminder to Wa Lung.

"Oh Mr. Osbourn is here, then where is this Mr. President"

Walong realized he had hooked a big fish, his eyes gleaming as he scanned the crowd.

"There's no need to look any further, only Peter and I are attending the wedding tonight. It was my father's invitation I used."

Norman Osborn had no time for a wedding, he was busy checking on the Oscorp research projects. It was Harry who took his father's invitation and entered the wedding venue. As for Peter, he belonged to the kind of guest who could bring an extra companion with each invitation!

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“It’s a shame, I thought I might get to meet your father. Believe me, we would have gotten along great.”

Wulong put on a look of regret, then smiled at Harry.

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"Now, let's take a look at what this Osborne Group playboy is carrying around."

As they were talking, Zhou carried the bucket of ice to Harry.

"Come on, don't keep our boss waiting."

Harry's expression was a little stiff. Facing the gun pointed at his head by Afeng, he fumbled around on his body for a long time before finally pulling out a golden pen and tossing it into the bucket of ice.

"Are you kidding me You brought a gold pen to this kind of situation Your dad must not love you!"

Voldy looked at Harry with disbelief, his words dripping with sarcasm. The insult flushed Harry's face red.

“Boring, I'll just serve the young master a shrimp.”

With a swirl of his wine glass and a sip, the dragon finally raised his hand.

"Aha!"

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