Chapter 171

Chapter 171

I Became the Academy Mafia Chapter 171“Boss!”

“Are you all right!”

The muzzle of the shotgun pressed against his forehead.

But the lackeys apparently thought their boss was in danger and tried to rush me recklessly.

This is why I hate stupid people. You have to explain every little thing to them.

I slowly wiggled the finger resting on the trigger and smiled as I spoke.

“Looks like you'll be calling a Dullahan ‘Boss’ soon. Back off, won't you?”

Did he only now understand the situation? Forehead flinched and quickly stretched out his hands toward the men around him.

“Don't come! Don't come, you bastards! This fucker seriously looks like he'll shoot!”

I'd be offended if he thought I wasn't serious after I was releasing this much killing intent.

With him at the front, I walked toward the club entrance and saw the guards looking shocked.

“Forehead. Invitation.”

“Hiiik! M-move! I'll fucking die, so move already!”

At his practically screaming gesture, the club doors finally opened.

As expected, the invitation works great.

After confirming that the men had hesitantly stepped aside, I carefully tried to enter the club.

“You wet-behind-the-ears little brat!”

One of the guards who I thought had backed away suddenly charged at me and tried to throw a punch.

“...

Did you think I was joking?”

I immediately swung the shotgun behind my head and pulled the trigger.──Boooooom!!

With a tremendous blast, the guard was sent flying backward.

Aura exploded, and a smell similar to gunpowder smoke tickled my nose.

Forehead's legs gave out and he began to collapse.

He'd probably been wondering whether it was real, but after seeing its power firsthand, it finally seemed to sink in.

“Where do you think you're going? You're coming with me.”

I forcibly hauled the weak-kneed bastard upright and shoved him forward.

“Don't worry. As long as you listen well, you won't die.”

Right, he wouldn't die.

Considering what they'd done, I had no intention whatsoever of freeing them from their suffering with something as simple as death.

They had to suffer at least as much as the price of the sins they'd committed.

“Now then, shall we keep going, Forehead?”

“Huuung... huuueeeeng...”

Forehead wailed like a newborn baby, but when I pushed his back with the muzzle, he eventually moved forward.

His crying mixed with the EDM music coming from below, creating a bizarre harmony.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Before long, the sound overwhelmed the surroundings to the point that I couldn't hear his whining at all, and a stage packed with people dancing appeared before me.

White smoke filling the air in a haze, endlessly flashing lights, lasers repeatedly sweeping in every direction, and the vibrations from the amplifiers pounding against my ears.

At that moment, the captured Forehead began shouting something at me at the top of his lungs.

“You saw it! There's nothing here! Let me go already!”

Oh?

“You've got somewhere the VIPs gather besides here, don't you? Now, where could that be?”

I slowly looked across the entire club and spotted a staircase leading underground.

Judging by the guards blocking the stairs, that seemed to be the place.

“Now, shall we see if our Forehead invitation works again?”

“Stooop...! Please stooop...!”

We pushed through the crowd, who were dancing hard with their eyes half closed and bodies swaying.

Even though someone was squeezing through with a hostage and a shotgun, nobody cared in the slightest as though it had nothing to do with them.

Apparently thinking it was some kind of event, they merely looked toward us and smiled.

“Save me! Save me! This bastard's for real!”

“Waaaaah!”

No, they definitely thought it was an event.

When we finally reached the underground staircase, the guards looked at us in confusion.

“Forehead. Why are you──.”──Bang! ───Bang!

“Skipping the boring routine.”

Thanks to the loud club music, perhaps one advantage of this place was that the gunshots were drowned out.

Hmm, they're definitely out cold.

“Forehead, you worked hard too.”

I struck the back of Forehead's neck with the shotgun stock and bid him a sorrowful farewell.

Unfortunately, from this point on there would obviously be people here claiming to protect VIPs from all sorts of places, so I'd have to move violently.

He would only get in the way from here on, so this was as far as he went.

You were a good invitation.

“Ah. Right.”

Before leaving, I picked up a bottle of liquor from an empty table and splashed it over them.

“This should make it look like they passed out drunk.”

They do this all the time in movies.

It should work here too.

Thinking that, I started down the stairs toward the basement.

At the same time, a long corridor newly revealed itself.

I could see dozens of men filling it completely.

Looks like even these idiots noticed something was wrong?

“Wow. How many of you came out to greet me? Can you even move properly packed together like that?”

Every one of them held matching blue sashimi knives in their hands.

I could faintly sense mana flowing through a few of them here and there, but it was still only power at the level of small fry.

Nothing I needed to be particularly tense about.

More importantly...

“You'll regret bunching up like that.”

Now I have no choice but to use it.

After putting the shotgun back into the Cube, what I pulled out was ‘Al Capone's Tommy.’

There was nothing better for dealing with trash like this.

“Everyone, rush him!”

“We've been ordered to kill him!”

Dozens of grown men charged at once, but that was only good for me.

Thanks to them, aura amplified by ‘Calione’ was racing madly through every blood vessel in my body.

“This is too much. I really hope none of you die.”

A heavier recoil than usual slammed into my arms, and a hail of bullets poured toward the men rushing me.──! / ──! / ──! / ──! / ──! / ──! / ──! / ──! / ──! / ──! / ──! / ──!

“What the hell is──!”

“That's not an ordinary gun!”

“Uwaa, gwaaaaaah!”

The corridor instantly transformed into hell.‘Al Capone's Tommy’ and the ‘Berserker's Ring’ unleashed their power, and the men, stained in fear, panicked and turned to flee.

And chaos like that was Tommy's stage alone.

“W-wait! Why are you suddenly turning around, ghk──.”

“Everyone run! How the hell are we supposed to beat something like that!”

And so sparks flew through the chaotic corridor for quite some time.

When the typewriter-like sound finally stopped, all that remained were the figures of everyone who had become Tommy's meal and met their heroic end.

No, calling it heroic might be a bit much.

All they'd done was run away in terror while tap dancing.

“As expected, nothing beats this for slaughtering small fry.”

The vibration still lingered in my hands as ‘Al Capone's Tommy’ continued to emit smoke.

Whoosh

- I gave the muzzle a short blow, then stepped over the bodies spread across the floor like a carpet and continued forward. According to ‘Skill: 【Aura Sonar】’, the place where they were properly entrenched was beyond that door.

Since I could sense each person's aura, it seemed they'd intended to drain my strength with these guys and finish me off inside.

“They already powered me up plenty, though.”

I tilted my neck from side to side, and crack─ crack─ echoed out.

With their bodies carpeting the floor, even the sound of my dress shoes had disappeared.

When I opened the door at the end of the corridor and stepped inside, instead of the noisy EDM from outside, cheerful jazz-style music drifted through the room.

Fly Me to the moon- (Send me to the moon.)And let me play among the stars- (Let me travel among those stars.)

“‘Fly Me to the Moon’ is a classic. Guess even scumbags have ears for music?”

Once I entered, three sights met my eyes.

Some guys cowering in a corner in terror, others glaring at me while clutching weapons as though ready to charge at any moment.

And children tied up all over, looking around with terrified expressions.

“Though the place you're going isn't the moon, but hell.”

Well, I suppose it's the same in the sense that you won't be living on Earth anymore.

“Where the hell did you come from?”

One man from among those holding weapons stepped forward with a cigarette hanging from his mouth and asked.

A straight scar visible beneath his sunglasses, a Hawaiian shirt draped over his body, and brass knuckles on his hands.

Anyone could tell he looked like a neighborhood thug.

“Is that really important?”

“Of course it is. You think you can tear through our organization like this and just walk away? I guarantee that from today onward, you and your family will spend the rest of your lives trembling in fear.”

Click

- Click

-After lighting his cigarette, he leaned his head toward me and grinned.

My family trembling in fear.

“That's really funny.”

It might have been the funniest joke I'd heard lately.

“What the fuck are you standing around talking for! Kill that bastard! Kill him! Don't you know you're all dead if my father finds out?!”

One of the guys who had retreated, wearing a ridiculous yellow suit, began screaming while pointing at me.

So the guy bragging about his father over there is someone important, huh.

“You asked where I came from?”

Then I suppose I'll brag about my father too.

“An Enforcer of the Calione Family Enforcement Division. Eugene Han Calione.”

As I said that, I simultaneously pulled out the booklet symbolizing that I was a Calione Enforcer and showed it to them.

“My dad is the boss of Calione. Is your dad stronger than mine?”

Plop

- With that sound, the scarred man's cigarette fell from his mouth to the floor.

“C-Calione?”

Although I couldn't see his eyes behind the sunglasses, one thing was certain.

Unlike the relaxed expression he'd worn at first, his face was now turning deathly pale.

“I told you my affiliation like you wanted, and now it's time to tell you why I'm here... It's simple. Starting today, Calione is taking over this territory. If you don't genuinely want to die, flatten yourselves against the floor.”

After giving them that one warning, I looked around.

All the tied-up children had lowered themselves and were lying flat, but most of the others were still standing there blankly staring at me.

“Well, if you want to go to the moon, I guess there's no helping it. I should grant your wish.”

As I opened and closed my hands, creak

- creak

- sounded from ‘Midas's Gloves.’

“Why aren't you attacking already? If you want to live, you'd better run before the main force arrives.”

“Grr── Everyone, get him!”

“Kill him!”

“Yeah, that's more like it.”

They had to come to me first if I wanted the tied-up kids to stay safe.

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The metallic scent of blood and an ashtray still giving off smoke.

I picked up a bottle of champagne from the ice bucket beside me and wet my throat.

The cool freshness and sweetness filled my mouth.

“...

It's non-alcoholic. You have all that money and you're drinking this crap?”

I wiped the champagne from the corner of my mouth and looked around.

Men sprawled across the floor foaming at the mouth, others bleeding and whimpering.

And still others lying facedown without any response at all.

As I caught my breath and started walking toward the tied-up children.

The door I'd entered through flew open, and a group in black suits rushed inside with Han Seo-jun at the front.

“Ah. Young Master!”

Han Seo-jun waved at me with blood on his face.

“You're here.”

“Yes. We were a little late because we ran into a few people on the way and dealt with them. Is everything finished here?”

“As you can see.”

I wet my throat with the cocktail once more.

Hmm, now that I'm drinking it, it might actually be pretty good?

“Take those tied-up kids to a nearby center or somewhere and get them treated. Also check their family relationships and how they ended up here.”

“Victims? Understood. Then... what should we do with those people?”

Han Seo-jun asked while looking at the men sprawled on the floor.

This side was simple.

“Move all the rest to the warehouse. They're pieces of garbage who were involved in human trafficking and selling drugs.”

“...

Human trafficking. So that really was what they were doing.”

And those guys were the real deal.

“The ones in the yellow suit over there and the men lying around nearby. Apparently their parents are big shots, so make sure their parents clearly understand where their children were and what happened to them, and handle it in whatever way benefits Calione.”

“Understood.”

I'd already finished most of the work, so Han Seo-jun should be able to clean up the rest himself.

“I'm heading back first to rest.”

“You worked hard, Young Master.”

Leaving Han Seo-jun bowing behind me, I headed outside the club and sighed.

“Seriously. I'm suffering like hell out here. Ratte's doing well too, right?”

I'd have to go check tomorrow morning just how effective Niflheim-style moral education had been...

Would it be better to bring someone else along on the way?

Preferably someone those guys would be likely to listen to.

As I trudged toward where the car was parked, a wistful song drifted from behind me.

Fly Me to the moon

-Hmm. As expected, it's a classic.