He's in Marvel, working behind the scenes.

Wouldn't it be more profitable to set up a construction company and then bid for the construction of presidential office buildings or buildings for world-renowned billionaires than to be a gangster?

However, despite wanting to complain, Wesley didn't forget Kingpin's instructions and walked towards the Vongola family with his hands raised from afar.

Someone from the Vongola family discovered him.

A man with short silver hair walked up. "This is the headquarters of the Vongola Family now. Who are you? State your name."

Ah this...

Upon hearing the silver-haired middle-aged man's bizarre (and cringeworthy) declaration, Wesley had a vague premonition: this trip would definitely not go smoothly.

Unconsciously, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

But remembering the task Kingpin had given him, he still steeled himself and went forward. "I am James Wesley, the general manager of Midtown United Corporation, representing the owners of Hell's Kitchen to discuss cooperation with your boss."

"I am Gokudera Shuto, the Tenth Boss's right-hand man. If you want to discuss any cooperation, just tell me," the silver-haired youth said proudly, giving a thumbs-up to his chest.

Left or right hand?

So young?

Wesley paused for a moment upon hearing this, then came to his senses and looked at Gokudera Shigeru with surprise... Judging from his appearance, he was just a young man of about twenty-five years old, and his previous tone of voice was also very arrogant, which was in line with his age.

In other words, this guy doesn't just look young; he's genuinely young.

Thinking about this, Wesley was puzzled.

How did they manage to take over Harlem when the Vongola family's right-hand man is such a young guy?

Is it just a matter of force?

You must be kidding!

The Harlem district's drug lords number nearly a thousand, and are extremely ruthless, daring to engage in shootouts with the armed police in the streets.

Their strength is enough to start a small war; it's simply not something that gangsters can conquer.

Even the Hand is not an option.

It has to be through intrigue and trickery.

But then another problem arose: the other side's leader's right-hand man was a hot-blooded young man, and he really couldn't understand how the other side could come up with a plan to unify Harlem.

"Hey, what kind of look is that?"

An unpleasant voice in front of him woke Wesley up.

He looked up at the source of the voice, a forced smile appearing on his face. "Sorry, I was just thinking about something and got distracted."

"What rude thing are you thinking?" Gokudera Shuuto glared at him relentlessly. "Do you think I'm not worthy to be the Tenth Boss's right-hand man?"

Wesley quickly stopped, explaining, "I don't even know much about the Vongola family, so how could I have such thoughts?"

Although there was indeed some initial underestimation, the Vongola family ruled the Harlem yakuza district and accomplished what many bosses in Hell's Kitchen could not.

In such a family, even if the eldest son's right-hand man seems unreliable on the surface, he would not dare to underestimate him.

After hearing Wesley's answer, Hayato thought for a moment and then suddenly realized, "Oh, right. Well then, tell me, what kind of cooperation are you here to discuss?"

"It's mainly about business..."

"Business? I know absolutely nothing about that. You should go find someone else!"

Upon hearing that it was a business collaboration, Gokudera Hayato lost interest before Wesley could finish speaking and turned to walk towards the church.

Wesley watched the departing figure, blinked, and looked completely bewildered.

No way, do gangsters negotiate business like this?

Or is he still angry about what happened earlier, and that's why he's deliberately putting on an act of not wanting to talk?

Thinking of this, Wesley quickly chased after him, "Mr. Hayato, I have something to say..."

Halfway through his sentence, Hayato suddenly stopped and turned around sharply. His eagle-like, sharp eyes made Hayato feel as if he were being stared at by a ferocious beast, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

The rest of his words were naturally swallowed back down.

(Sure enough, although he's young, he's not simple to be the boss's right-hand man.) Wesley was glad he hadn't underestimated the young man in front of him.

At this moment, Gokudera Hayato said, "I misspoke earlier. Although I don't understand business and am not interested in it, you don't need to look for anyone else."

"What do you mean?"

“Business between gangs almost always involves drugs and human trafficking…” Hayato stared coldly at Wesley and said calmly, “But the Tenth Boss is disgusted and furious about this kind of thing. He will never allow these two kinds of businesses to exist in his territory, so it’s no use looking for anyone else.”

"This……"

Wesley hesitated.

He did believe in the existence of such gang leaders, but he also believed that the world was made up of interests, and that as long as the interests were right, even a gang leader who couldn't stand the ugliness of the world and adhered to the benevolence in his heart would fall into depravity.

He really wanted to talk to the head of the Vongola family.

But after seeing the look in Gokudera Hayato's eyes, which seemed to regard him as a dead man, he involuntarily swallowed his request.

"It was wise of you not to ask to see the Tenth Boss, otherwise you wouldn't be going home today." Hayato seemed to have seen through his thoughts and sneered, "The Tenth Boss has a ruthless person by his side who will never violate any family rules. If you bring up this cooperation when you meet the Tenth Boss, you will definitely be bitten to death by him!"

(Oh, I see!)

Upon hearing Hayato's words, Wesley breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as it's not the other party's boss who wants to kill, there's always room for maneuver.

“Mr. Hayato, we sincerely want to cooperate, there’s no need for that…”

"You can't understand what I'm saying, can you?"

Hayato Gokudera interrupted Wesley again, responding with nothing but rudeness—no, what could be called utter arrogance—"Get out of here! Go back and tell your boss that the Vongola family's goal is the entire American underworld. You only have two choices: destruction or submission!"

Chapter Thirty-Five: Gokudera Hayato vs. Hawkeye

Unify all American gangs?

Are you kidding me?

Wesley found Gokudera Hayato's words absurd and even incomprehensible that Gokudera would say such a thing.

After all, he's Vongola's right-hand man; even if he's terrible, he shouldn't lack basic common sense!

Of the fifty states in the United States, there are 251 cities with a population of over 10, 50 cities with a population of over one million, and countless other small towns and rural areas.

And these places are basically all home to gangs.

If all the gangs in the United States were to unite, how powerful would they be?

Electing a president would probably be an easy task.

The White House would never allow such a situation to happen. Even Kingpin, the emperor of the American underworld, was not the true leader of all criminal gangs. He maintained the respect of other gang leaders by relying on interests, intimidation, and prestige.

Even so, many criminal organizations ignore him and even oppose him.

Now, the right-hand man of the Harlem mob boss, who has unified the district, is saying he wants to unify all the mob gangs in America, which is truly incomprehensible.

(Is this guy joking with me, or is he a complete fraud from the start?) Wesley couldn't help but wonder as he looked at the silver-haired youth in front of him.

But judging from the silver-haired youth's serious expression, he didn't seem to be joking at all.

As for the possibility that they were scammers... their conversation was quite loud; people nearby could hear it.

If he were a fraud, the Vongola family members standing guard nearby would not have remained indifferent.

So either this guy is really stupid, or all of this was deliberately arranged by the Vongola family boss.

As for why this arrangement was made, perhaps it was because they had designs on Hell's Kitchen's power, or perhaps they wanted to monopolize it... In short, there could be many reasons.

But whatever the reason, it would be dangerous for him to stay and cause trouble.

"Whoo~"

Wesley took a deep breath, nodded, and said, "Alright, since you put it that way, I'll pass on the message to the bosses of Hell's Kitchen."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Hayato Gokudera watched Wesley's back as he got into the car, then watched it drive away until it disappeared from sight before turning his gaze away and walking towards the distant city.

Initially, it was all about gaining attention, so it didn't matter.

But now that we've gained attention and the address of the family headquarters has been leaked, we can't let them continue monitoring us.

Hayato Gokudera walked slowly, as if taking a stroll, until he arrived at an unfinished building on the outskirts of the city.

He stood downstairs, giving a faint smile to those upstairs. "I clearly gave you time to escape, but you didn't. It seems you have complete confidence in yourself!"

……

Let's go back ten minutes.

Clinton Francis Barton is a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent who is under orders from Director Fury to monitor the Vongola family's movements.

Because of the extraordinary power displayed by the Vongola Family, in order to avoid any accidents, Barton chose to stake out and monitor the unfinished building three kilometers away.

Although the distance was far, his eyesight was exceptionally good, and he could see everything clearly even at this distance.

But to my surprise, it was discovered.

Gokudera Hayato made no attempt to conceal his presence, swaggering down the main road, where Barton spotted him from afar.

What should I do?

Patton was undecided for a moment.

Although Fury allowed him to assess the situation and make decisions on his own in emergencies, he was also well aware of what these people with superhuman powers meant.

If we intervene and provoke a war between the two sides, then we'll be in serious trouble.

Barton glanced at the silver-haired youth who was slowly walking towards him, roughly estimated the time it would take for him to arrive, and then took out his phone to call Fury.

"what's up?"

The call was quickly connected, and Fury's calm voice came from the other end.

Patton gave a brief and concise report on the current situation, then patiently awaited orders.

Fury didn't keep him waiting and made a decision quickly.