Chapter 116: Tattooing Him


    Chapter 116: Tattooing Him


    He had been threatened by the bodyguards, and after giving them a contact number, Daniel felt like


    his world was crumbling. Even though he was walking through the bustling streets, he couldn''t


    shake off the feeling that a grim reaper was following him, ready to im his life.


    He returned to his apartment, feeling like a wandering soul, hoping that the knowledge of his name


    alone wouldn''t lead anyone to his ce. He thought that as long as he locked himself inside, he''d


    be safe. There were security guards downstairs, making it difficult for anyone to enter.


    However, when Daniel opened his door and saw a man sitting in his apartment, he was so scared


    that he wanted to turn and run. But behind him, several bodyguards formed a human wall, blocking


    his escape route.


    Daniel was pushed in front of the man sitting in the center of the room. At the moment, the man was


    sitting on the sofa, legs propped up on a table in front of him, looking quite rxed. He was shaking


    his leg while smoking a cigarette.


    He looked like the grim reaper from hell. Even though he hadn''t said a word, his aura was so icy


    that it made it hard for Daniel to breathe. Oh God, he was Emanuele Lombardi!


    Even though Daniel had never seen him in person, he had read about him in the newspapers and


    heard his colleagues mention him from time to time. He knew how ruthless Emanuele was, but he


    never thought he would encounter someone as ordinary as this.


    "Daniel Morris, you look terrified. Do you know who I am?" Emanuele fixed his gaze on the terrified


    man in front of him, stood up, and walked towards him.


    Daniel nodded quickly. "You''re the head of the Mafia."


    "I''m the head of the Mafia, and you should recognize me," Emanuele smiled, a self-assured


    madness in his smile that only added to the fear.


    "Please, I really don''t know what happened."


    "You bumped into my wife today and spoke disrespectfully to her," Emanuele drew a knife and


    walked up to Daniel, grabbing his shirt and wiping his knife.


    This made his knife look incredibly sharp, glistening with a silver cold light. "I''m sorry; I was in a


    hurry because she knocked something over."


    "Are you blind? Is that what you said to her?"


    "No, no, no, I didn''t mean it that way," Daniel began to cry.


    "Does she appear particrly weak and easy to bully?"


    "No."


    "She''s pretty, isn''t she?"


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    "Yes."


    But in the next moment, Emanuele grabbed Daniel by the neck. "You''re lying, Daniel. If you were


    alone with her today, you would definitely have insulted her, and then you would have left without


    looking back, just like you do with others. You wouldn''t have paid any price. My wife is kind, she


    wouldn''t hold it against you, but unfortunately, I''m not my wife. I won''t forgive you so easily. People


    must pay for their actions, and today, we''ll see what price you have to pay."


    Emanuele roared at Daniel, and at that moment, he looked like an angry tiger, ready to devour the


    man in front of him.


    He was genuinely furious, not expecting this man to dare insult Isabe. Isabe usually irritated


    him, making him want to strangle her, but in reality, he couldn''t bear to see her get hurt. Now, how


    dare this stranger be disrespectful to Isabe? He decided to teach this man a lesson in manners.


    With this in mind, Emanuele grabbed Daniel''s throat and began to tighten his grip. Daniel''s face


    turned from red to purple as he struggled, but it was futile. Just as he was about to lose


    consciousness, Emanuele let go of him.


    Daniely on the ground, gasping for breath, his eyes tightly shut, seemingly on the verge of losing


    consciousness. Emanuele stepped on Daniel''s face, his shoe exerting force, as if crushing a bug.


    Emanuele then released his foot. There was now a shoe print on Daniel''s face. Emanuele ordered


    his bodyguards to lift Daniel up, remove his shirt, and then he took his knife and stabbed it into


    Daniel''s back.


    "Ah!" Daniel screamed in pain. But Emanuele''s hand did not waver as he carved arge "L" into


    Daniel''s back, representing Lombardi.


    Daniel struggled violently, but his guards held him securely in ce, preventing any movement. He


    had to endure as Emanuele engraved all eight letters into his flesh. Blood flowed from Daniel''s


    back, making him look like a man drenched in red.


    Emanuele knew that this amount of blood wouldn''t pose a threat to Daniel''s life. He might be


    weakened for a few days, but he wouldn''t die. Emanuele spared his life because he knew that if he


    killed him, Isabe would feel guilty and upset. For the first time, he didn''t kill someone who had


    offended him. However, the name etched on his back would be a permanent scar, a reminder


    that he should never offend any woman, especially his wife, in the future.


    Whenever he saw him or Isabe, he would learn to walk away immediately. "This is just perfect,"


    Emanuele said, looking at the name he had engraved.


    He cleaned his knife and put it back in its sheath. Looking at the nearly unconscious man lying on


    the floor, Emanuele heard his heavy breathing and issued a chilling warning: "If you dare touch my


    wife again, I will kill you immediately. While you''re still conscious, I''ll dismember you piece by piece.


    Even if you beg for death, I won''t let you die easily. Do you understand?"


    "Yes, yes, I understand," Daniely on the floor, crying softly.


    After doing all of this, Emanuele stepped out of the apartment. At this moment, an adrenaline rush


    of excitement surged through Emanuele''s veins, as it always did after torturing or killing someone. It


    filled his entire body with a sense of euphoria. It was during these moments that Emanuele felt the


    beauty of wielding power.


    Now it was almost dark. The sun was setting in the west, and this was Emanuele''s favorite time of


    the day. It was so tranquil and peaceful. In the evening, he could finally rx.


    During this time, due to the invasion of the Sicilian people, Emanuele had been extremely busy.


    Although he had dealt a heavy blow to Frederick by eliminating one of his hideouts, Emanuele knew


    that as long as Frederick remained atrge, he couldn''t rest easy.


    He wasn''t sure when Frederick might suddenly appear, but that was okay. After what he had done


    today, he felt an umon sense of rxation.


    "How about going for a drink together?" Phillip sensed that Emanuele was in a good mood at the


    moment and extended an invitation.


    Besides being Emanuele''s assistant, Phillip was also his friend. Emanuele treated those around him


    well, and in his presence, as long as everyone carried out their assigned roles, there was no need


    to disy overt hierarchical distinctions in their everyday interactions.