Chapter 148: Triunfo Clan’s Traditional Solution

Episode 148

In the restaurant district near the south-central area of the B17 district, there was a restaurant called “Forget-me-not of the Deep Sea.”

It was a high-end seafood restaurant and one of the most famous restaurants in the B17 district.

“This place is so famous that people even risk their lives to make reservations and visit from the city center, not just the B district.

It was a place Jason used to brag about endlessly, but now it’s part of my clan’s territory! Hahaha…!”

Dangote, laughing heartily, was sitting at the head of the table in Room No. 1, the largest and best room in “Forget-me-not of the Deep Sea.”

According to the staff, this room was usually not available to anyone and was only used when Jason visited.

“The food is definitely good. It’s no wonder even Major Clan members come here.”

Dangote savored a piece of sashimi with a blissful expression.

“How’s the food, everyone?”

“It’s delicious.”

“This is the best seafood I’ve had in a while.”

Akuma and Wishan, sitting on either side of him, answered sincerely.

Kim Jinsung, sitting across from them, added,

“This is the best seafood I’ve ever had.”

“Really? I’m glad! Come on, let’s have a drink!”

Kim Jinsung continued to eat the sashimi as Dangote refilled their glasses.

It was said to be deep-sea fish sashimi, caught only in the waters near Sselepoh City, and the texture and freshness were definitely different.

‘So this is what sashimi tastes like. It’s really good.’

Kim Jinsung, who had grown up as an orphan and had never had sashimi before, was experiencing it for the first time as a top-class dish.

“To the continued victory of the Boko Haram Clan!”

“Cheers!”

The four men clinked their glasses and drank the high-quality sake in one gulp.

“Ah~! This great victory is largely thanks to Alopsky! You both agree, right?”

Wishan and Akuma immediately nodded in agreement without any objections.

“More than anything, his skills are outstanding! I knew it when he single-handedly defeated all of Slaughter’s pet monsters.

But not only did he repel the enemy’s main force that attacked the slaughterhouse alone, but he also defeated Bruce, the leader of their Hunter Team 1, in a one-on-one battle during this capture operation?”

Dangote looked at Kim Jinsung, who was just smiling without answering, with a proud gaze.

“Bruce was someone even Akuma had a hard time fighting one-on-one. You’re amazing! I never expected you to be this capable!”

“……”

“You flatter me.”

Kim Jinsung replied humbly, and Akuma stared at him with a hardened expression.

Dangote’s praise continued endlessly.

“And you’re not just skilled, you’re also very smart! It was amazing that you figured out Okolo, that bastard, was a spy, and you even came up with the plan to use that to capture Slaughterhouse No. 3!

It was the most brilliant and surprising plan I’ve seen in a while! This is the kind of talent I’ve been looking for!”

“……”

Wishan’s expression stiffened noticeably at Dangote’s enthusiastic praise.

“I can’t let such a talented individual rot in the position of Hunter Team 1 Leader! I need to create a higher position for you!”

“……!”

Akuma and Wishan’s eyes flickered at his words.

A position higher than team leader meant promoting him to a core executive position, like theirs.

“Of course, I’ll also increase your salary! What do you think?”

“I’m grateful, Master.”

Akuma and Wishan silently watched as Kim Jinsung received the sake that Dangote was pouring with both hands, showing respect.

Kim Jinsung, seemingly oblivious to their gazes, drank it in one gulp.

Dangote watched him with gleaming eyes.

‘I’ll keep you by my side no matter what! I won’t let you escape!’

Honestly, he wouldn’t even care if Akuma and Wishan left, as long as he could keep Alopsky by his side forever.

With Alopsky, he felt like it wasn’t a dream to surpass Slaughterhouse and become the strongest clan in the eastern B district.

At that moment, he heard a notification sound from his smartphone on the table, indicating a new text message.

He immediately checked it, and

“……!”

his face stiffened noticeably.

The other three looked at him with puzzled expressions as his eyes started trembling and he suddenly fell silent.

“…What’s wrong, Master?”

“Uh…”

Dangote replied in a low voice to Akuma’s question.

“Pablo, an executive from Triunfo, is coming tomorrow morning. He wants all the executives from both our clan and Slaughterhouse to gather.”

“……!”

The atmosphere in the room suddenly turned cold.

Gathering all the executives from both Boko Haram and Slaughterhouse?

There could only be one reason.

“…It seems like they’ve noticed our fight.”

Dangote voiced everyone’s thoughts.

His subordinates all put down their chopsticks.

The celebratory dinner for their victory was over.

‘…It’s finally happening.’

Only Kim Jinsung was inwardly rejoicing.

* * *

The next day,

at the potion factory in the southwest of the B17 district, now occupied by the Boko Haram Clan,

a little over ten people were standing silently inside a warehouse.

Except for one person, Pablo.

“You guys.”

Pablo, sitting on a chair, exhaled a puff of smoke and looked at the two men standing in front of him.

“You know the rule that clans subcontracted by Triunfo are not allowed to fight each other, right?”

“…Yes.”

Jason, standing respectfully alongside Dangote, answered quietly.

“Then why are you doing this? If you want to fight, fight with other clans. Why are you fighting amongst yourselves, both being Triunfo subcontractors?”

“……”

“…We’re sorry.”

“Ha, damn it… I’m busy as hell, and you’re making me come all the way from El Nacon City to this shitty B district?”

Pablo continued to smoke, looking at Jason and Dangote with an annoyed expression.

“I’m not going to beat around the bush. From this moment on, you two are forbidden from fighting each other for the rest of your lives. Got it?”

“…Yes.”

“Yes.”

They reluctantly agreed, their expressions unwilling.

They both hated each other to death, but neither of them wanted to incur the wrath of Triunfo, a Major Clan, over a personal grudge.

“And you.”

Pablo called out to Dangote.

“I heard you took over a significant portion of Slaughterhouse’s territory recently. Give it back.”

“…What?”

Dangote asked back, his expression bewildered.

Pablo snapped,

“Are you deaf? I said give it back! So that Slaughterhouse can continue to supply materials to Triunfo without any problems!”

“But…!”

“You guys have always been running drug factories! Don’t get greedy and try to get your hands on potion ingredients too.

If the amount of materials supplied by Slaughterhouse decreases this month, I’ll hold you responsible, not Jason.”

“Why are you blaming us…!”

“I asked if you understood!”

Dangote couldn’t argue any further at Pablo’s outburst.

But his red eyes and face, trembling lips and hands, showed how frustrated he was.

Jason, noticing this, smirked.

‘You should have bribed me regularly, you monkey.’

Dangote didn’t know this, but Pablo was the only executive he had been bribing regularly.

There was a reason why he had called Pablo, the branch manager of a distant city like El Nacon City, as a mediator.

Pablo’s current statement was also something he had agreed upon with Jason beforehand during their phone call.

“You’re still not answering? This is not going to work.”

Pablo threw his cigarette butt aside and stood up. He walked forward, slowly releasing his aura.

His aura specifically targeted Dangote and the Boko Haram executives on his left.

“Ugh…!”

“Gasp…!”

The Boko Haram executives, including Dangote, grimaced in pain as they were overwhelmed by his aura.

Except for one person, Kim Jinsung.

‘…He’s strong.’

But even he was inwardly surprised by the intensity of Pablo’s aura.

‘I guess he’s not an executive of a Major Clan for nothing…’

He thought to himself, then

**Clang.**

“That’s not right!”

The warehouse door suddenly opened, and a man’s voice came from the entrance.

An Argentinian man walked in, drawing everyone’s attention.

Pablo, looking at him with a surprised expression, retracted his aura.

“Ricardo?”

He called out the man’s name, and

“Gasp…!”

“Phew…!”

“Cough, cough!”

The Boko Haram executives, relieved to be free from the pressure of Pablo’s aura, gasped for air.

Dangote also breathed heavily, looking at Ricardo with a relieved expression.

‘Phew, thank goodness. He arrived just in time.’

Ricardo was the leader of Hunter Team 6 in Triunfo, an executive of the same rank as Pablo.

And he was also the only executive Dangote had been bribing regularly.

The previous night, after receiving Pablo’s text message, Dangote had contacted Ricardo just in case, and he had arrived just in time for Pablo’s visit.

“Why are you…?”

“I received a message, just like you. Why? Is there a problem?”

“……!”

Pablo, realizing the situation from Ricardo’s answer, glanced at Dangote.

‘…Damn it. This is going to be a headache.’

His premonition soon came true. Ricardo started refuting his statement.

“If we’re calling for a truce, the normal procedure is to maintain the current situation, right? Why should Boko Haram return the territories they captured through bloodshed?”

Pablo argued back,

“It’ll disrupt Slaughterhouse’s material supply to our headquarters!”

“Then Boko Haram can just supply more to compensate, can’t they?”

“Those guys have never run a slaughterhouse before! Of course, their supply rate will be lower than when Slaughterhouse was running it!”

“We can just wait and see how much they supply this month. Why are you worrying about something that hasn’t even happened yet?”

“…Why are you taking Boko Haram’s side? You’re not bribed by them, are you…?”

“You’re the one who’s desperate to return the slaughterhouses to Slaughterhouse.”

Pablo and Ricardo continued to argue, their gazes locked in a fierce battle of wills.

“Stop being unreasonable and let’s end this here. Don’t you think it’s absurd to ask them to return the territories they captured?”

“No, I still think my opinion is right.”

Ricardo’s expression hardened as Pablo stubbornly refused to back down.

“Why are you being so…?”

“Then let’s do this.”

Pablo interrupted him.

“When our opinions clash like this, we have a traditional way of resolving it in the Triunfo Clan.”

Ricardo’s face stiffened noticeably.

“…Are you challenging me to a duel?”

“No.”

Pablo pointed at Dangote and Jason.

“This is a matter between the two clans, so naturally, it should be resolved by their executives.”

“……!”

Dangote and Jason’s eyes widened simultaneously.

In other words, he was suggesting a duel between the executives of the two clans.

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