Chapter 15: The Rosenberg Family

Meanwhile.

New York, Upper East Side of Manhattan.

Inside the Drake family's private estate.

A young man in a gray custom-tailored suit stood by the massive floor-to-ceiling window, holding a glass of bourbon whiskey.

His name was Evan.

The second son of the Drake family, and the actual controller of this financial empire worth hundreds of billions, the real puppet master behind Wall Street.

"Mr. Drake, confirmed news from Chicago - the Romano family... has been wiped out. Vito, Mario, and that woman named Alice, all dead."

A white-haired butler stood respectfully, reporting.

"I've already sent people to retrieve what Alice stored in the Manhattan safe deposit box. Nothing leaked out."

Evan gently swirled the ice in his glass, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

The butler continued with slight concern, "According to our analysis, before she died, Alice likely sold us out to save her own life. That man named Leo is extremely ruthless, and there seems to be high-level military backing behind him. He might come after us. Should we prepare maximum security measures in advance?"

"Prepare?"

Evan casually tossed a confidential file onto the table.

He turned to face the window, a contemptuous sneer forming at the corner of his mouth.

"No need. He's just one man. Just because he could wipe out the Romano family - those country gangsters who only know how to collect protection money with guns - doesn't mean the Drake family will fall too."

Evan took a sip of whiskey, his eyes showing the unique arrogance of a Wall Street capitalist. "This is New York, not Chicago. On my turf, no matter how capable he is, he plays by my rules!"

Meanwhile.

At the Rosenberg family's century-old estate.

This sprawling estate resembled a medieval European castle, complete with fountains, sculptures, and golf courses.

Outside the main gate, armed security personnel patrolled with Doberman dogs - heavily guarded.

A black Maybach slowly stopped at the white marble steps of the estate's main building.

Leo pushed open the car door, adjusted his tie, and walked alone toward the entrance.

He didn't bring Olivia, nor did he bring Chloe.

Because before confirming the safety within the Rosenberg family, Chloe - his trump card - couldn't be easily exposed.

As soon as Leo reached the entrance, several armed security guards immediately blocked his way.

"Stop right there!"

Two bodyguards in black suits stepped forward, their hands already reaching for their holsters.

"Do you have an appointment? The Rosenberg family doesn't receive uninvited guests."

Leo stopped, pulled out a gold-embossed business card from his pocket, and handed it over.

"Leo. Tell your master I've brought something he's been looking for twenty years."

The bodyguard took the card and glanced at it, confusion flashing in his eyes.

The card had only a name - no title or company information.

"Wait here."

One bodyguard turned and walked toward the interior of the estate, while the other watched Leo warily.

Ten minutes later.

The heavy wrought-iron gate slowly opened.

A middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses walked out.

"I'm the Rosenberg family's chief legal counsel, Richard West. How may I help you?"

Leo glanced at him. "I need to see your master."

"Sorry." Richard pushed up his glasses. "He's very busy and doesn't meet with just anyone. If you really have important information, you can tell me first..."

Before he could finish.

Leo instantly appeared in front of Richard, gripping his throat.

"I said, I need to see your master."

Leo's voice was calm, yet carried a suffocating sense of pressure.

Richard's face turned red as he struggled desperately, only to find he couldn't budge Leo's arm even slightly.

The two bodyguards reacted and immediately drew their guns.

"Let go of Mr. West!"

Without turning his head, Leo casually waved his other hand.

Two whooshing sounds.

The guns flew from the bodyguards' hands instantly, their palms split open, blood flowing.

"What's going on?"

An angry shout came from deep within the estate.

Immediately after, more than a dozen fully armed bodyguards emerged from various corners, surrounding Leo.

A young man in a white tailcoat with delicate features walked out.

He looked about twenty-five or twenty-six, wearing a cynical smile, playing with a King of Spades card in his hand.

"Someone actually dares to cause trouble at the Rosenberg Mansion?"

The young man walked up to Leo and looked him up and down.

"I'm Simon Rosenberg. What business do you have with my uncle? You'd better have a good explanation, otherwise..."

He snapped his fingers.

The surrounding bodyguards cocked their guns in unison.

"Otherwise what?"

Leo released Richard, who staggered backward, clutching his neck and coughing violently.

"Otherwise, today will be the day you die."

Simon smiled coldly, and the playing card in his hand suddenly shot out!

The card spun through the air, its edge sharp as a blade, heading straight for Leo's throat!

However.

Leo didn't even raise his hand.

He simply tilted his head slightly.

The card grazed past his cheek and left a deep cut in the stone pillar behind him.

"That's it?"

Leo sneered.

Simon's expression changed, about to strike again.

"Stop!"

An authoritative rebuke rang out.

The main building's door opened, and a middle-aged man in his fifties, surrounded by a group of people, strode out.

This was the current acting head of the Rosenberg family - Arthur Rosenberg.

Arthur looked at Simon screaming on the ground, furrowed his brow, and stared sharply at Leo. "Sir, you're quite ruthless. Coming alone to the Rosenberg family, breaking my nephew's hand. Are you seeking death, or do you have some other agenda?"

"I'm here to make a deal."

Leo exhaled a smoke ring, his voice flat yet domineering. "However, I'll only talk with Mrs. Mira Rosenberg."

"Mrs. Mira Rosenberg went into critical condition half a month ago."

Leo raised his head and crushed the half-smoked cigar under his foot.

"Take me to see her."

"Didn't you hear what I said? She's already..."

"I said, take me to see her. I can treat her." Leo directly cut off Arthur.

The entire scene fell into deathly silence.

Then, an eruption of disbelieving gasps came from the crowd.

"Is he crazy? He says he can treat her?"

"Is he some kind of con artist?"

Just then, an elderly man in a white coat walked out from the main building, having just heard Leo's words.

He was one of America's top neurology and internal medicine authorities, Dr. Eldridge Harrison.

"Ridiculous! What an absolute joke!"

Eldridge walked down the steps with a mocking expression, looking Leo up and down as if viewing an idiot.

"We've used the world's most advanced equipment and gathered eight specialists, yet we're all helpless and can only barely keep Mrs. Rosenberg alive. You - a street thug who only knows how to fight - what do you know about medicine?"

Eldridge sneered and pushed up his glasses, pointing at Leo with contempt. "What? Are you going to use your fists to punch Mrs. Rosenberg's organ failure back into shape? Or are you planning to use your gun to shoot death itself? Get out! This isn't a place for con artists like you to run your scams!"