Chapter 55
She must submit.
Mr. Ke Xue's conversation with De Qili went smoothly, and the man who had been freed from restrictions became even more unrestrained.
Under the witness of the world, Deqili bowed his head and reverently kissed the little chief's right hand.
“Second Generation…” His dark eyes were captivating, a smile playing on his lips. His tone was slow and deliberate, his words clear and distinct: “For you, I offer my loyalty.”
A pillar cannot be built alone.
The world places temptation on a scale, telling him to put a price on the other side.
He offered his strength, time, and life; finally, after a moment's thought, he offered this temporary loyalty.
Turbulence and conflict began.
The unsung members of the organization, working diligently for years, remained largely unknown, their identities barely recognized within the organization.
Even if there was some connection with Rum before, this connection, which was unknown to everyone, became something that never existed.
[Absolute obedience to the leader's orders.]
Targeting Italy, a country he knows best, Deqili, with the boss's blatant favoritism, forcefully stepped into the Italian branch's sphere of influence. What he wanted to do was make this place the boss's personal fiefdom.
The person in charge? What's that?
Those who hinder the mission are all traitors!
Anyway, the organization doesn't need a few more rats.
Deqili wore his usual smile, but unlike his casual manner when talking to Gin, it was more of a polite smile: "Ciao."
He greeted them lazily, a stark contrast to the man before him.
The man was forced to sit down in a chair by several people, unable to move his hands and feet, his expression ferocious.
He gripped the handrail so tightly he felt he could crush it, his voice a mixture of suppressed anger and rage: "Daiguiri! Nonandaretroppolontano! (Daiguiri! Don't go too far!)"
The man, codenamed Barolo, is currently the nominal head of the organization in Italy, wielding power over all matters within the organization and directly reporting to the boss. Unfortunately, this veteran figure has been scheming ever since he made contact with the new boss.
The organization's headquarters are in Japan, and the boss himself resides there—a secret known to all regional leaders.
The mountains are high and the emperor is far away, so the monkeys reign supreme.
Barolo is now that ridiculous monkey.
Choosing to suppress them by force, while seemingly advantageous, carries a touch of morbid amusement. Isn't it more interesting when there's always a glimmer of hope for escape?
Deqili chuckled, his dark eyes full of mockery, but his fluent Italian was calm and polite: "The boss said he hopes you can get some rest, how is that excessive?"
He shook his head, looking helpless: "It seems you're getting senile. The boss's concerns aren't unfounded."
He used honorifics repeatedly, but his eyes were like sharp knives piercing Barolo, while his expression remained a smile as always.
A forced smile, that's pretty much it.
Seeing Barolo's stubbornness, Deqili sighed, looking like he couldn't do anything about it: "Alright, then I'll have to ask you for help."
The boss's order was only one sentence: Take control of the organization's influence in Italy.
This might also take into account that in his own world, he grew up in Italy, so they gave him the place he was most familiar with.
He clapped his hands and tilted his head: "Then, Barolo disobeyed the boss's orders, so he's a traitor."
"What do you all think?"
He was all smiles and extremely kind.
The men holding Barolo down remained silent and did not respond. They were all Barolo's former subordinates, but now they had turned against him.
Seeing that they didn't speak, and not wanting to force the issue, he yawned boredly: "Okay, then let's leave it at that."
He started rambling on and on again.
"Go to hell, all of you."
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Unseen by anyone, flames ignited beyond the world's borders.
The yellow flames shone brightly. He raised his hand, kicked his leg, and jumped, all of which brought forth bright flames. Even his black eyes were tinged with the color of the flickering flames.
That night, the envoy sent by the boss to Italy walked in the darkness with a smile. He appeared and disappeared mysteriously, skillfully finding everyone in unfamiliar places.
"traitor."
That's how he pronounced the verdict.
Flames were brandished, yet the figure in the darkness showed no sign of injury. His movements were swift and fierce, his attacks sudden and unexpected, catching the attacker off guard.
No signs of fatigue, no signs of blood loss, only the fallen "traitors".
The news spread rapidly within the organization without any restrictions, and the Italian branch was thrown into a state of panic, with no one knowing whether they would be the next traitor.
Deqili sat reclining in a high position, playing with a blue gemstone in his hand. The small object reflected a mysterious light, as beautiful as the Tyndall effect.
He tossed it up, and it fell back down.
In the dimly lit environment, he was expressionless, his face shrouded in shadow, his eyes filled with unreadable emotions, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
With June as the deadline, Fuyuki gave him a full six months to conquer Italy, but he did much more than that.
A faint light appeared around him, accompanied by a special notification sound. He checked it immediately, and the dim light illuminated his face, revealing a smile.
"You're here."
On a private island, several people gathered in a spacious room. They sat in their own places, some cautious and some relaxed, but their expressions revealed nothing of their true thoughts.
As time passed, their conversations were filled with subtle observation and probing.
The overhead lights were bright even in broad daylight, and outside the window were pleasant, warm trees, and the sunlight was bright—everything was so wonderful.
Rum rested his cane against the table in front of him. His hair was snow-white, and only one eye was visible, which was an eerie blue. A glass of wine sat in front of him.
Vermouth picked up her glass and took a small sip. The red liquid flowed, beautiful and captivating, just like the woman drinking, with her angelic face.
Vermouth has both reddish-purple and greenish-white hues.
Vermouth is both captivating and beautiful, as well as aloof and mysterious.
The unfamiliar faces of Gin and Deqili did not surprise anyone; the information that had never been concealed had already been placed on the table of those who were prepared.
Gin, codenamed Rising Star, is about to be led by Rob Roy, who is rumored to be acting on the orders of the boss. In the past six months, the group has been intentionally or unintentionally disrupting Rum's control over the action group.
The fact that the boss did not stop it shows his intention.
As a result, the original Rum faction, who had no outstanding talents, were personally sent to Italy by the boss and gained complete control within six months. The original person in charge was now just a figurehead.
Barolo was not present at the meeting. The two men's personalities were a stark contrast.
Moreover, all of them conflicted with Rum's interests and had a hidden intention to suppress him, yet Rum remained firmly in the second-in-command position, seemingly unshaken, which was truly perplexing.
Gin held his glass of wine and chatted with the people around him. He raised his green eyes and made no attempt to hide his sharpness. His arrogance was evident in his tone.
Looking around, each person present had a glass of wine in front of them, each corresponding to a code name.
Ichigo Hitofuri carefully placed the last cup of sake in his hand, exchanged a glance with Shokudaikiri Mitsutada, who was also placing sake diagonally across from him, nodded slightly, and then left the room with his two blades.
Their movements were extremely light and silent, yet they made no attempt to conceal their actions. The people present were not ordinary members; they were all regional leaders or special figures.
The swords and knives that the blue-haired and black-haired youths wore without any attempt to conceal their intentions were both things they were pondering.
They are the direct subordinates of the second-generation boss, members of the Sword Code name. Although they are now serving drinks, no one underestimates them; on the contrary, they are more wary.
Being able to reliably match everyone's code names with the alcohol is practically a blatant declaration to everyone: We know your information.
And the boss's unwarranted trust.
They still don't understand what's going on with this boss who suddenly appeared out of nowhere and brought his own subordinates.
They had considered it, but before taking any action, both Rum Vermouth's actions and his unbridled and reckless behavior after reaping the benefits made them respect and be cautious of this boss they had never met.
The outstretched hand was quietly withdrawn back into their own hands.
In this dark world, the strong prey on the weak; whoever has power will gain loyalty.
This is a very simple principle.
And everyone understands.
The door, which had been closed, opened a crack, drawing everyone's attention. Then, the crack widened until it was fully open in everyone's sight.
A girl with long black hair and a black coat walked slowly over. She had a faint smile on her lips, but her black eyes were devoid of any emotion, as deep as an abyss that drew people in.
Her dark eyes darted around, and she stopped, tilting her head slightly as if wondering something.
The next instant, everyone who was seated stood up, the chilling feeling still lingering.
A faint spiritual energy swayed, filling the entire space the moment Dongshu stepped into the room.
The controlled, chilling spiritual energy surrounded each codenamed member.
"Yes, everyone, you're all very good."
Satisfied, the little boss continued to walk, step by step, to the position placed at the very front. She sat down, then got up again, moved the chair around with great effort, and finally comfortably rested her arms on the table.
She pressed her cheek against her outstretched arm, her vision filled with her subordinates standing stiffly. She clapped her hands and said, "Everyone, please sit down."
Without a sound, everyone sat down in an instant, even Rum, who seemed to have difficulty walking, moved with remarkable fluidity.
Fuyuki casually swung his leg and said, "Deqili will be the new head of Italy, and then, Gin will be the head of the action group."
Without any preamble, she went straight to the topic of the meeting, dropping a bombshell and completely disregarding the shockwaves it would cause.
Gin and Deqili stood up and replied, "Yes."
Dongshu watched quietly as they each harbored their own thoughts, each calculating their own little schemes.
"Does anyone have anything to say?"
Her smile was soft and gentle, like that of an innocent child genuinely asking a question.
But no one really sees her as a child.
Her eyes darted around, looking at Rum, who looked completely different from last time: "Uncle Rum, what do you think?"
Rum bowed his head, looking extremely respectful: "The boss's orders are absolute."
“Really?” she said, changing her tone to comfort him. “Uncle Rum, don’t be sad.”
She pronounced the last four words clearly, one word at a time, her eyes scanning the others, making her stand out.
Rum is still rum.
Just as she said, he could only be Rum.
The meaning behind the words was not hard to guess; everyone present was intelligent and already understood what the boss meant.
Leaving those words behind, she gave no time to think, her gaze falling on one person: "Benefit from it."
The black-haired man stood up again, bowing his head slightly: "Yes, boss."
Next, it's time for the meeting.
The meeting concluded smoothly as everyone harbored their own thoughts. The group was somewhat reserved in such a high-level public setting, and their words were somewhat restrained.
But the boss knew all about those things, and she made sure everyone knew in her own way that they had no secrets from her.
Besides, there are also many instances of rivals sabotaging each other.
Fuyuki listened to this Black Organization version of a "palace intrigue drama" with some boredom, occasionally throwing out questions and pointing out loopholes, successfully completing the mission of the meeting.
When it was over, she left without looking back.
Yamato no Kami Yasusada and Kashuu Kiyomitsu, who were waiting at the door, followed and their figures gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.
Fuyuki glanced at the surrounding scenery.
That's great, you can come here to relax when you have time.
She left satisfied, leaving behind a crowd with their own thoughts.
"Ding—Ding—"
News about current affairs.
Yes, recall.
[Author's Note]
The foundation for Ke Xue (a fictional character) is complete. They've brought in a working-class character—an original creation—but he's not specifically involved in tutoring. Otherwise, Xiao Dongshu's leadership style would have to be completely different. [doge emoji]
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