Lahat ng Kabanata ng No Way ! Mafia Again ?!: Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

That person lifted his head, his gaze languid, tinged with a hint of impatience. He rubbed his temple with a hand and murmured, "You’ve arrived. I’ve been waiting for you for quite a while."Dean froze for a moment, instinctively furrowing his brow. "Waiting for me? Didn't you say earlier that you would come to find me? How did it turn into you waiting for me?"The messenger let out a soft grunt, his tone dripping with disdain. "Do you think I can appear whenever I please? I’m a messenger of the afterlife, not your personal assistant. To find you, there are conditions. I need to wait for you to fall into a deep sleep, to answer my summons, and then I have to wait for you to make your way here slowly. I’ve been waiting for three days! Honestly, you humans are so inefficient at even managing to fall asleep. The blow you took didn’t knock you out completely—you were still conscious, barely losing consciousness."Dean paused momentarily, then couldn't help but roll his eyes inwardly. Thou

The messenger seemed both amused and exasperated by the question. He smacked the table hard with his hand, letting out a sharp laugh. “Just think of him as an old man with a penchant for drama,” he said, shaking his head with a sigh that spoke of his own predicament. “But his standards for this whole reincarnation business are ridiculously high. It’s making life tough for those of us working under him!”Dean couldn’t help but find it amusing as he watched the messenger's exaggerated expression of grievance.Suddenly, the space around them dimmed, as if the entire world’s power had been abruptly cut off. In the pitch-black void, Dean instinctively held his breath. All that remained was an overwhelming silence, punctuated only by the rapid thud of his heartbeat.Time seemed to stretch endlessly until, at last, the power returned. A gentle light flooded the room once more, banishing the darkness."You…" Dean stared at the messenger in front of him, nearly falling to the ground in shock.

"Because you helped me escape from Benjamin Winston's house," Dean paused for a moment, his voice tinged with guilt, "and because of me, you got hurt..."Dr. Parker's expression froze for a moment before he broke into a light smile. "Oh, so you do remember that I was hit. Now, tell me, do you remember who hit me?"Dean tried to focus, his brow furrowing once more as he searched his memory. He raised a hand to rub his temple. "It’s... the one who trapped me. But who he is, I..." Before he could finish, he suddenly clutched his head, his face contorting with a flash of pain.Dr. Parker quickly placed a hand on his shoulder. "Alright, alright, don’t push it. Don’t force yourself." He paused for a moment, then spoke gently, "Let me tell you, that person was one of the ones you've forgotten—Shawn Hansley. If you can’t remember him now, it’s perfectly normal."Dean lowered his eyes, his voice soft. "I’m sorry, Dr. Parker..."Dr. Parker chuckled lightly, shaking his head. "Stop apologizing a

At that moment, Leo couldn’t help but interrupt, his tone teasing. “Well, well… I’m so jealous of Dean…” As he spoke, he casually draped his arm around Ted’s, wearing an exaggerated, almost girlish expression of envy. His eyes sparkled with mischief, but there was an underlying sincerity to his words. He dramatically sighed, as though he, too, were caught in this “romantic” whirlwind, which only made the others chuckle at his playful antics.Next, Chen spoke up, his voice calm and thoughtful, as though he were carefully weighing his words. “At first, I was just curious. Truly curious about what kind of person could drive Damon Greyson to this extent.” He continued casually, “He’s even managed to take down an elder of the Dragon Gang with his own hands, breaking all the previous rules. What’s even more curious is that the moment Dean saw me, he mistook me for Damon. That’s when I felt compelled to observe him, to see how long he’d keep up that misunderstanding. But more than that, I wa

Dean looked at him, a flicker of curiosity crossing his mind. “So why has it changed? Why does it feel so warm now?”Chen lowered his head, a small smile tugging at his lips, his gaze flickering with something unreadable. “Because I wanted to bring you here. I wanted to share with you those memories that are special to me. As for you... I’m not sure if you still remember the ones that are special to you.”Dean frowned slightly, confusion tugging at him. “What memories?”Chen let out a soft sigh, his voice carrying a trace of distant nostalgia. “We once went to a deserted island. We stayed there for three days and two nights. I built a small shack on the island, but you couldn’t sleep at all, not used to the unfamiliar place. I thought maybe tonight, we’d stay here, so I went ahead and prepared a bed for you.”Dean felt a sudden warmth, but as soon as he heard "spend the night," his eyes widened in surprise. "Sp... spend the night?" he asked, his voice tinged with nervousness.Chen gav