Lahat ng Kabanata ng No Way ! Mafia Again ?!: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Dean felt a chill run down his spine at those words. "I will remember?" What did that mean? A vague sense of dread crept over him as if there were a hidden agenda, perhaps even a plan behind those words... It forced him to raise his guard once more. Pushing down the unease in his chest, he spoke softly, "I don’t even know how to think anymore."Shawn was silent for a moment after hearing this, then swiftly turned Dean around, his hands pressing down on either side of him. His deep gaze pierced into Dean's eyes like a blade. "Need a clue?"Dean froze, uncertain if this was some kind of “favor” from Shawn. He responded cautiously, "C-can I?""Depends on how you behave," Shawn replied with a slight smile, one that carried a hint of pride and amusement.Dean swallowed hard, his voice barely a whisper. "What do you want?"Shawn’s response was simple and direct: "Kiss me."Kiss him? Dean almost thought he had heard wrong. He looked up at Shawn, whose expression was filled with a mixture of

Dean's emotions were tangled, and despite appearing compliant on the outside, the unease within him remained unshaken. He knew deep down that he had reached a point of no return—any resistance would change nothing. Closing his eyes, he followed Dr. Parker's instructions, making a conscious effort to relax. Slowly, he let his body ease into a state of calm, though his mind remained alert, wary of what might come next.Despite his best efforts to quiet his mind, Dean’s thoughts continued to race, a whirlwind of confusion and fear swirling within him. He couldn’t shake the worry that he might accidentally reveal something he shouldn’t, especially about his reborn. The idea of letting such a secret slip, even under hypnosis, terrified him.As time passed, however, his body began to relax. The tension in his muscles eased, his heartbeat slowed, and his consciousness began to fade, slipping into a haze. Just as he thought he was on the verge of total emptiness, the surroundings around him s

Dean shook his head, his movements slow and sluggish. His gaze drifted from the doctor to Shawn. "No... no," he muttered, his voice barely a whisper, devoid of emotion, almost distant as if he were still caught in a haze.Shawn furrowed his brow, clearly unconvinced. He straightened up and fixed his gaze on Dr. Parker, his tone carrying a commanding edge. “Well?”Dr. Parker paused for a moment, not answering immediately. Instead, he gestured for Shawn to step aside with him. “Mr. Hansley, let’s talk outside,” he said briefly, his words laced with an intentional sense of secrecy.The lines on Shawn's face tightened instantly. He glanced at Dean, checking whether he was truly right, before reluctantly following the doctor toward the door. Once they left, the room was left in a heavy silence, broken only by the fading echo of their footsteps and the lingering hum in Dean's ears, a reminder of the chaos he'd just endured.Dean lay in bed, his gaze blankly fixed on the ceiling. His body fe

Ben noticed Dean's reaction and flashed a warm smile, extending his hand toward him. "Hello, Dean, I’m Benjamin Winston."Dean’s body stiffened slightly, a wave of unfamiliarity and unease washing over him, making it feel like he could hardly breathe. His eyes instinctively flickered over Ben, but then quickly dropped to the floor as he struggled to figure out how to respond. The memories of the past surged within him, and he couldn’t help but question if he was truly ready to face these people. Though he tried to steady his breathing, a sharp sense of caution kept prickling at him, urging him to be on guard.Shawn seemed to notice Dean’s hesitation, his brow furrowing as his voice dropped to a low, impatient tone. “What are you doing? Throwing a tantrum? You’d better not play games in front of Uncle Ben.”There was an undeniable sense of command in Shawn’s voice that made Dean tense up. He forced himself to suppress the rising disgust and looked between Ben and Shawn, a wave of confu

A flicker of hesitation passed through Dean’s eyes. He opened his mouth slightly, then, with a note of quiet hope, he asked, "Is that possible?" His tone carried a subtle yearning, as though even this simple request might bring him a moment of warmth.Shawn fell silent for a moment, like pondering something. Finally, he spoke, his voice laced with an enigmatic tone. "The party tonight, many representatives from various gangs will be attending." There was a mysterious quality to his words as if everything about the evening held connections to some unknown matters.Dean’s hope flared up in an instant upon hearing Shawn’s words, but just as he was about to let a smile form, Shawn’s next sentence hit him like a bucket of cold water, dousing all his expectations. "Unfortunately, neither the Dragon Gang nor the Cobra Gang will be attending. Looks like you won’t be seeing your Damon Greyson or Chen Dankworth after all. What a shame," Shawn said, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of his