Semua Bab No Way ! Mafia Again ?!: Bab 161 - Bab 170

Robert absentmindedly ran his fingers over the table's surface, as if tracing the contours of an old memory. “He drifted between gangs, never pledging true loyalty to any one of them. That’s why so many people tried to win him over—whoever offered him the best deal, he’d work with. If he wasn’t happy? He’d walk away without a second thought.”Dean’s frown deepened, a trace of disbelief flickering in his eyes. “How does someone like that survive in this underworld? The major gangs wouldn’t tolerate an outsider with no allegiance, wandering between them like a free agent.”Robert sighed quietly, his voice carrying a mix of resignation and admiration. “Ordinary men wouldn’t stand a chance. But he wasn’t ordinary.”He slowly raised a finger and tapped it lightly against the table. “First—he was smart. He never positioned himself as a direct threat to any gang. Instead, he made himself indispensable.”Another tap. “Second—what he had to offer was irresistible. Intelligence, strategy, plann

After finalizing the arrangements with the others, Dean finally felt a sense of relief. Greg, Damon, Chen, and Shawn were all in agreement—his best course of action was to stay put at Robert’s villa and stay out of the situation with Vander. Each of them had their resources and connections, making their moves far more effective than if he went charging in alone.“Your only job right now is to sit tight,” Greg had said over the call. His tone was teasing, but there was no mistaking the firm resolve beneath it.“We’ll handle Vander,” Damon had added, calm and certain.Even Shawn had chimed in, backing them up. “Yeah, Dean. Just take it easy for once.”And so, with the four of them pressing him from all sides, Dean had no choice but to slip into an unfamiliar state—one of complete inaction.Lying on his bed, he stared up at the ceiling, fingers idly tapping against the edge of the mattress as he pondered what to do with himself. Having so much free time felt oddly unsettling. He was used

When he finished washing up and returned to the room, Greg was sitting by the side, casually fiddling with his phone. When he saw Dean walk out, he asked offhandedly, "What’s so funny?"Dean cleared his throat, putting on a nonchalant expression. "Nothing."Greg narrowed his eyes at him suspiciously, but after a moment, he chose not to press further.Dean quickly changed the subject. "Last time, Damon mentioned we were supposed to track down Vander. Any updates on that?"At the mention of Vander, Greg’s expression tightened ever so slightly. He nodded. "We went... we reached his house."Dean immediately sensed something off in Greg's tone and furrowed his brow. "And no one was there?"Greg sighed softly, his voice tinged with a subtle resignation. "Nope, all we found was a note."Dean's brow deepened into a frown. "What did the note say?"Greg’s voice carried a strange undertone as if weighed by something unspoken. "It said, 'You don’t need to look for me. I’ll come to find you.'"A c

He spoke with an effortless ease as if he truly didn’t care about the doubts they had raised. But everyone present knew better—he was deliberately avoiding the issue.Before anyone could press him further, he smoothly steered the conversation in another direction. His gaze shifted toward Dean, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile played at the corner of his lips."It's rare for us to meet like this," he said lightly. "Why not make the most of it and get along? Besides—" He paused, his eyes flickering with an unreadable emotion. "I feel my wife finds Dean rather intriguing as well… Isn't that right, my dear?"Dean felt his stomach drop.Joe’s words sounded casual enough, yet something was unsettling about them, a hidden implication that made his skin crawl. And that uneasy feeling only deepened the moment Sally spoke."Hmm…" She let out a soft, lilting laugh, her voice smooth as silk. Absentmindedly twirling a lock of her curled hair between her fingers, she fixed Dean with a gaze t

Dean’s breath caught in his throat, his heart pounding wildly, uncontrollably.Chen let out a low laugh, releasing him, and with a swift, practiced movement, his long fingers tugged at Dean’s collar, leaving a deep kiss mark on his left shoulder.Then, Chen planted several more marks on Dean's collarbone.His actions carried an unmistakable sense of possession as if declaring his claim most intimately.Once he was done, Chen straightened up, admiring the marks he had left, a dangerous smile curling at the corner of his lips.“Alright, for now, this will do.”Chen gently pinched Dean’s chin, his voice low but firm. "But remember, you're mine."Only after that did he release him, turning to walk out of the bathroom.Dean stood frozen, his legs barely holding him up.He took a deep breath, raising a hand to cover his flushed face, his heart racing so fast it felt like it might explode.His gaze fell on his reflection in the mirror—his lips swollen and red from the kiss, the visible marks