Il Mio Consigliere [Vincenzo] - HIATUS

[Eng] Due

Big thanks to LeppoCiappo and Arthdal_Dreamer who helped me learn to use Italian sentences 😊
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Warning!!
Once again I said that some scenes of this story will be contains violence and harsh sentences. Please be wise before you decide to read it.

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The car driven by Luca arrived in front of an abandoned warehouse. He opened the back door of the car for Vincenzo to get off. In the middle of the warehouse, a man with a body covered in wounds was tied to a chair. One of Vincenzo's men doused the man's face with cold water so that he would wake up from his fainting.

"Alberto, the god of gambling, that's your nickname, isn't it?" Vincenzo spat, "god of gambling, la tua merda!"

Vincenzo came to a table, where there were many objects lined up, pistols, knives, hammers, and even needles. As he cocked a gun, Alberto winced. But Vincenzo put it back on the table. Then he took a big hammer, and walked over to Alberto, who was starting to get scared. He touched the tip of the hammer to the back of Alberto's trembling hand.

"Should I break this hand so you can't gamble again?"

"Forgive me, please ... I'll give it all back. I'll tell you where I keep all the money. You can take it all."

The hammer turned over Alberto's head.

"Or shall I just crush your head, so that your cunning brain can't be used to trick people anymore?"

"No ... no ...! Please, don't kill me ... If I die, you won't be able to get the money back. My life is not worth the money I took."

Vincenzo nodded, "ah, that's right ..."

Alberto sighed with relief when Vincenzo replaced the hammer. He didn't know, when Vincenzo came back to him, the Korean man with a cold gaze carried a small needle, then jabbed it into the tips of Alberto's fingers. The man screamed in pain.

"Killing you, that's too easy. This is better."

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After finishing lunch, Han Seok tore off the package of gastric pain relievers. Not for him to consume, he put the white pill with a diameter of 1 cm in a small container, which was then handed to Teodorico and Paolo.

"It's called RDU-90," said Han Seok introducing the product, "just like the proposal I sent via e-mail, RDU-90 is a pain reliever, but it's not an ordinary pain reliever. People who eat it just once, they will be addicted and want to continue consuming it."

"In other words, this is narcotics under the guise of legal drugs, is that it?" Paolo concluded.

Han Seok snapped his fingers, "exactly."

Paolo nodded with a smile full of interest, "è un'ottima idea."

When will this drug be marketed? "Teodorico asked impatiently.

"Immediately, but I have a little problem. That's why I need your help, Mr. Kohl."

"Coisanic, you mean?"

"That's right. It's a very rare ingredient. When I just started making this drug, I bought it from the Carlo Society. But he refused to supply large quantities. He didn't like my idea."

"Carlo is my father's best friend, maybe I can persuade him," said Paolo.

"Thank you. I'm waiting for the good news," said Han Seok.

"How long have you been in Milan, Mr. Jang?" Paolo asked.

"Tonight I'll back to Korea on the last flight."