I Become a Mafia in the Academy

Chapter 8-1

Chapter 8-1

Carlo Blunte.

He was an Irish-American immigrant who also fled to South Korea to avoid the dungeon.

His ability is to make what hes holding four times Harder.

Through this ability, he joined the Corleone family and created his own family, but

You violated Corleones rules.

One of the things you should never do if you belong to Corleone.

It was Drugs.

Distribution, consumption, sale, purchase.

All of these were strictly prohibited in Corleone.

You instructed children to sell drugs, you yourself became addicted to drugs, and even went so far as to make them.

It was a different level of behavior than simply having a dirty personality or causing damage to the surroundings.

Because of the act of selling drugs to obtain artifacts or items with new powers, Vito Corleone, my father, personally intervened in the game.

It was something that could have been easily resolved by just sending an executioner.

Drugs? You killed my family like this for such a petty reason? Just for that?

Yes, today youre going to die for that petty reason.

If it were in his prime, I might not be able to defeat him, but now he was a drug addict.

And I alone was enough for such a drug addict like him.

You damn punk! Yes, today Ill tear Corleones only heir to shreds and see how that damn b**tard reacts!

The aluminum bat he was holding was engulfed in a faint light.

It must have been his ability manifesting.

That kind of stick. Its not scary at all.

I was already familiar with information about Blunte.

I built the optimal situation, even preparing for this situation.

First, I chose today, when he was having a party with drugs.

Second, I had already prepared the s**mbags around me and gained strength with the [Skill: Baby Boss].

Third, my newly acquired [Skill: Hitman] kept me calm even though it was my first battle.

Lastly.

[Bloodline: Corleone]

Has a high chance of instilling fear in weaker monsters.

Ability increases proportionally to the number of nearby enemies.

Ability increases proportionally to the duration of the battle.

Corleones blood still recognized the surrounding trash mobs as enemies, and the battle had already begun since arriving at this mansion.

Everything was going according to plan.

As our fists collided, there was a Clang as the metal hit each other.

Let me show you the skills of a Corleone executive.

At the same time, I rushed towards him and he also ran towards me, swinging his bat.

Die!

His bat drew a large arc and flew towards my head.

I quickly grabbed his arms to limit his movements and struck him with all my might.

Krahk!

It doesnt end in one hit.

As he tried to back away, I grabbed him by the neck and punched his chin twice.

Blunte, who had hit my hand, pushed me away with his foot and yelled.

After the distance widened, I finally saw his face.

Blood was dripping from his smashed nose.

YOU dog-like b**tard! Ill kill you! Ill kill you!

Once again, he swung his bat and rushed towards me.

I quickly raised my left arm to block it, but a strong pain hit me.

His lips twisted into a smile as he saw my pained expression.

Block? With that arm of yours?

Bluntes attacks kept pouring down in succession.

Right now, I was using my arms to protect my head, but if I kept enduring, it felt like my arm would break.

Go ahead, block! Lets see how long you can keep blocking!

He widened the trajectory of his arm as if he was planning to finish me off.

That was the perfect moment.

Without missing that opportunity, I lowered my guard and punched him in the jaw.

His body fell backward.

Going down already? I havent even started yet.

You little s*it.

For some reason, the longer the fight dragged on, the more I felt like laughing.

No, I was already laughing.

The reason I stepped forward to start the fight before Blunte was because of the overflow of my bloodline ability throughout my body.

One of the effects of [Bloodline: Corleone].

The ability increases in proportion to the duration of the fight.

It felt like adrenaline was rushing through my whole body, but I calmly breathed to calm my excitement.

I want to thoroughly beat you down the traitor but We should finish soon, as the police will be here soon. Get up quickly.

Blunte started to step back, slowly, trying to escape, as he felt the change in my momentum.

Now hes starting to get scared.

However, it was too late for Blunte to feel fear.

.. Just wait a minute! Let me meet the boss! P-please! S-save me!

Blunte cried with his hands clasped together and tears streaming down his face as I approached him slowly.

Ignoring his begging for his life, I tightened my fist, leaving no space in it, and declared to him in a cold voice.

In the name of Corleone. Executioner Eugene Han Corleone. I will execute Carlo Blunte.

-Crack.

The puddle of water that splashed down heavily turned red.

***

The loud sound of sirens filled the foreign area.

A patrol car raced through the rain, emitting red and blue lights.

The report was about gunshots and unidentified noises coming from the Blunte family mansion.

On a rainy night like this, gunshots? Are the Blunte family members out of their minds?

Detective Gang Cheol-ha, who was smoking inside the patrol car, spoke as he flicked his cigarette butt out of the window.

Senior, even though theyre under Corleones subordinates, isnt this case serious? Can we handle it ourselves?

Another detective, Han Jong-soo, who was driving, asked anxiously, wiping his sweat off.

Of course its serious! Gunshots in South Korea? If it wasnt Corleone, the Tactical Strike Force would have been here!

In the Korean government, Corleone was such an existence.

People who didnt cause trouble for no reason.

Enemies to worry about the collapse of the government.

In fact, because of that, they were opponents who didnt fight each other.

At least we can communicate with them, luckily.

Thanks to the existence of Don Vito Corleone, the Emperor of the Underworld, this was possible as well.

With a screech, the two people stopped the patrol car and stared blankly at the scene outside the window.

The Blunte mansion was in chaos.

There were numerous bullet holes at the entrance, and the fallen members of the Blunte familys organization could be seen.

What the hell happened.

Gang Cheol-has mind began to spin.

Corleones family under attack? Who are the crazy b**tards doing this?

No matter how much trash like Blute bunch were, they were still Corleones family. Who would dare to touch them?

With that thought in mind, Gang Cheol-ha and Han Jong-soo got out of the car, holding their revolvers carefully, and stepped into the mansion.

So, senior. Dont you think this is really messed up? Shouldnt we call for backup?

As the corporal realized that the situation was not good, he replied cautiously to Kang Cheol-ha, tousling his hair to express his complex emotions.

We need to know the situation first! Lets just assess the situation first.

Hearing Kang Cheol-has words, Han Jong-soo nodded his head.