Chapter 5: Give Me Ten Minutes, and I’ll Find Her!

Hearing these words, everyone from the Gambino family looked at James with disbelief in their eyes.

Crazy, this guy was absolutely crazy!

He actually wanted to act alone?

Sal, slumped on the ground, spat out the blood in his mouth. "James, this is a kidnapping! The other side must be professionally trained killers. They're hiding in any one of New York's tens of millions of corners. You can take on ten, a hundred people, but can you find them with your fists? This needs an intelligence network, search capabilities, not your brute force!"

A senior member of the Gambino family nearby also chimed in with a grim face.

"That's right. James, don't think having some fighting skills means you can talk big here. This is our family's private matter. We don't need an outsider showing off."

James completely ignored these people's doubts. He looked at Vito.

"Vito, your people lost the goods, and now they've lost your daughter. If you count on them, you'll only get a corpse."

The corner of Vito's eye twitched.

He looked at James's calm face and asked in a hoarse voice, "What do you want? Want to use your wife's situation as leverage?"

James held up two fingers.

"Two conditions. First, if I bring her back, from now on, the Gambino family will follow my lead. You'll become my subordinate in New York. Second, to prove my wife's death had nothing to do with you, I want you to use all your resources to help me investigate every detail of my wife's death back then."

As soon as these words came out, the whole room erupted.

"How dare you! You actually want to take over the Gambino family!"

Sal was shaking with anger. "You bastard, you want the great Gambino family to be your lackey?"

"This guy is absolutely crazy! Boss, you can't agree to this!"

But Vito didn't refuse immediately. He stared at James, and in this young man's eyes, he saw a god-like indifference.

"If you can't do it, I'll make the entire Smith family disappear from the map, including you. You'll die under the Gambino family's most brutal torture devices."

James's face was full of confidence.

"It's a deal. Give me ten minutes."

Hearing this, Sal sneered, thinking James had gone even crazier.

"Ten minutes? You haven't even left through that door. Can you make her appear in the hall? I think you've really lost it."

James didn't speak. He turned and walked out of the hall.

The moment he stepped out of the estate gates, James's eyes changed.

The werewolf blood in his body boiled at this moment.

He didn't need satellites or an intelligence network. The entire city had become a map of scent coordinates in his eyes.

He caught a trace of Sophia's scent in the air.

"There."

James became a blur. His toes lightly touched the ground as he shot into the air like a cannonball, leaping between the rooftops of skyscrapers.

Each step covered dozens of feet. The wind howled in his ears, and all his senses magnified several times over.

Five minutes later.

James stopped in front of an abandoned warehouse at the edge of the Brooklyn docks.

At the warehouse entrance, eight suited thugs holding automatic weapons were patrolling vigilantly.

They were all elite, each one baptized by fire.

"Move faster. The boss said we must transfer this woman out!"

A man whispered instructions.

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck.

A dark shadow descended from above.

"Who's there!"

Before the man could raise his gun, an ice-cold hand gripped his throat.

The man quickly fell to the ground, lifeless!

"Who?"

The suited thugs quickly reacted.

But it was still too slow!

James's werewolf power exploded, sweeping through the perimeter in three seconds.

Before they could see who it was, they felt a violent wind sweep over them.

James's fingers sliced through each person's carotid artery like a scalpel.

Each one died with eyes wide open, not even knowing who killed them.

After dealing with the people outside, James walked toward the warehouse's iron door.

Inside the warehouse.

In the center of the heavy encirclement, a stunningly beautiful girl in a school uniform was tied to an iron chair, a cloth stuffed in her mouth, her eyes full of terror.

It was Sophia.

Beside her, a bearded man was the leader of this operation.

He was also from a rival gang of the Gambino family.

"Boss, we've lost contact with everyone outside! It must be the Gambino family coming to kill us!"

A subordinate ran in frantically shouting.

"What are you panicking about! Let me see."

The leader snorted coldly and looked at the surveillance screen.

On the screen, bodies lay scattered outside, but there were no groups of mafia members visible in the footage.

"How many people did they send?"

The leader was somewhat surprised.

The subordinate monitoring the screens had a trembling voice.

"Report... it seems... there's only one person! He just solved everyone outside in an instant. I didn't even see how he attacked! The surveillance couldn't capture it either, but it should be just one person! A sniper with a silenced sniper rifle!"

The leader was stunned at first, then burst into laughter.

"One person? Has Vito gone crazy? Or has he already given up on his precious daughter?"

While laughing, the leader pulled out a large-caliber revolver from his coat and pressed it directly against Sophia's head.

"I suggest you don't do that."

James walked over.

Indeed, only one person!

The dozen or so gunmen around immediately surrounded him, and more than a dozen red laser sights instantly covered James's chest and head.

The leader stared at James viciously.

"Really just one person. Kid, you've got guts and you can fight. You quietly killed so many of my elite men. But in front of so many guns, you're just a moving target. With just a flick of my finger, you'll be riddled with bullets, and this woman will go to hell with you."

James stopped, less than ten feet away from Sophia.

He looked down at the dancing red dots on his chest, then raised his head. Those pupils radiated a murderous aura.

James's expression didn't change.

"You think you're funny?"

The leader sneered. "What's funny is you. Coming here alone to rescue someone. You're dead, really."

James's eyes fixed on the leader and his elite subordinates.

"No, although I'm alone, the ones dying today are you, not me."

The leader and his men all laughed.

"Haha, you really are crazy! I can't believe Vito sent a lunatic like you! Now you're dead for sure!"

"Open fire! Turn him into mincemeat!"