Mercenary's War-Chapter 2134 - 2111: The Warm-Hearted Big Shot

Italy, Rome.

Mario said that Gao Yang is welcome to visit him anytime, but Gao Yang didn’t plan to visit Mario too casually.

When they arrived in Rome, it was around three o’clock in the afternoon. After Yake picked up Gao Yang and the other two, the four of them didn’t go to visit Mario directly but went to get themselves some appropriate outfits first.

You don’t wear formal attire in Somalia, so Gao Yang and the others hadn’t prepared suits and shirts for themselves. Now they were going to meet an important person, and according to Yake, Mario was dressed to perfection and conducted himself very properly, so naturally, they couldn’t be too casual.

At the airport, after picking up Gao Yang and the others and explaining the situation, Yake immediately said, "Let’s go buy some clothes, then."

Although Rome may not be as prominent in the fashion world as Milan, it’s still a fashion capital, so there is no shortage of high-end clothing stores. And even if Italians don’t excel at anything else, they have reached the pinnacle in the luxury industry. So, Gao Yang and his group didn’t struggle to find particularly high-end clothes but went to the most expensive ready-to-wear stores only to quickly retreat.

Gao Yang angrily said, "In New York, five or six thousand for a suit is considered decent. Here, a suit that looks plain asks for five or six ten thousand euros! Damn! F**k! Robbing isn’t this ruthless!"

Yake, with a look of disdain, said, "Look at the clothing brand before you say that, okay? You asked for the most expensive, so I showed you the most expensive. And this is just the beginning. These aren’t even custom-made clothes. If they were, there’d be suits costing 500,000 euros. Want to take a look?"

Gao Yang angrily replied, "No way! Even if it’s made of gold, it wouldn’t cost 500,000 euros, right? I know luxury goods are expensive, hellishly expensive, but this is just ridiculous. Forget it, buying it is sheer stupidity. Hard-earned money—spent on these clothes? Even if I’m suddenly rich, I’d still fall for this trap."

Rafael smiled and said, "Boss, nobody really wants to consider themselves suddenly rich."

Gao Yang retorted, "But we are indeed suddenly rich, aren’t we?"

Number Thirteen smiled and said, "That’s because you’re not rich enough yet. If you had assets worth a hundred billion euros, you wouldn’t think these clothes are expensive. Alright, let’s not waste time, we should hurry."

Gao Yang said to Yake, "This time, we’re going to buy high-end branded clothes. High-end brands are fine, right?"

Yake took Gao Yang to another place. This time, Gao Yang felt much more at ease; clothes costing a few thousand euros per set were still expensive, but at least acceptable. So Number Thirteen was right, him thinking clothes priced at 50,000 euros a set were expensive was just because his wealth wasn’t up to that level.

In a store he used to think was super impressive, but now realized was just a high-end brand and not a true luxury store, Gao Yang put on a light gray suit valued at over 11,000 euros and felt he was much more handsome than usual. Although it wasn’t tailor-made, the sales assistants had an astute eye and found him clothes that fit just right and suited his wallet.

Gao Yang stood in front of the mirror, looking left and right, then raised his hand and said, "How about it?"

Rafael smiled and said, "Very suitable, looking very spirited, Boss."

Gao Yang laughed, "Consider yourselves lucky; today I foot the bill. Each gets a set up to this standard, and I’ll pay for it. Quickly, go try on clothes, hurry up."

Number Thirteen shook his head and said, "Not happening. Have you ever seen a boss and his bodyguards wearing the same clothes? Let’s switch stores, continue."

Going from head to toe, inside and out, Gao Yang spent nearly 30,000 euros for new outfits for the meeting with Mario, a significant expense.

Gao Yang looked suited for the occasion, while Yake kept his original attire, and Number Thirteen and Rafael were in outfits appropriate for bodyguards.

For the first time, Gao Yang dressed up to meet a man, and seated in a rented luxury sedan, the four of them headed toward Mario’s home in Rome’s old town.

Real heritage is having a house on a hill that looks like a castle and has a large garden in the old town of Rome.

Mario’s home already showed what kind of power an important figure in the Cicero Family, which has been passed down for hundreds of years, would possess.

Yake had called Mario in advance to notify them of their upcoming visit, so when Gao Yang and his group’s car arrived at the mansion’s entrance, the large iron gate was open. Apart from two servants standing in front of a fountain in the courtyard, there wasn’t anyone else visible.

A man with roots in heritage wouldn’t have his residence looking like that of a gang leader, so apart from the servants, no one else was visible in the entire courtyard.

When Number Thirteen parked the car in front of the fountain, one of the servants immediately opened the car door, bowed and ushered Gao Yang out. He first spoke in Italian, and then in English, saying, "Welcome to your visit. Mister Cicero has been eagerly awaiting you. This way, sir."

The others didn’t receive this treatment. Rafael got out of the passenger seat by himself, and Yake, having been here once before, also got out on his own. Another servant then said to Number Thirteen, "Would you need to park the car yourself, or hand it over to me, sir?"

As Gao Yang’s bodyguard, Number Thirteen naturally needed to follow Gao Yang, so he got out of the car, standing to the left of Gao Yang, while Rafael stood on the right. Together, the four of them walked toward the porch. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

A black-haired man who appeared to be around fifty, impeccably dressed and exceptionally stylish, with a full beard, stood with arms open at the door, smiling widely at Gao Yang, and said, "Welcome. If I’m not mistaken, you must be Ram."

Mario was extremely welcoming, not treating Gao Yang like someone of far lesser status, but more like an old friend not seen in years.

Gao Yang opened his arms, hugged Mario, exchanged cheek-kisses, and smiled, saying, "Mister Cicero, it’s truly an honor to meet you, thank you for your invitation."

Mario, tall, well-proportioned, and very fit, looked like someone who had spent significant time sweating in the gym, even hugging with noticeable force.

Patting Gao Yang’s back with a broad smile, Mario said, "Please come in; I’ve prepared dinner for you, you’ll definitely like it."

Without starting any conversation, Mario personally led Gao Yang into a very elegantly decorated dining room, sat down at a not very large round table, pointed at Gao Yang, and laughed, "The suit fits very well, suits your build."