The Mafia King Escaping from the Devil Prison

Chapter 9

After reading it carefully, I decisively rejected the plan. "I can't marry Miss Martin. With my current abilities, I can't handle the situation. Besides, you need to understand that if I become the leader, I'll inevitably face attacks from the six divisions. It will give them an excuse to rebel, pushing the Fighters into the dead end."

"Do you really think the six divisions will act on it?" Brady asked.

"They definitely will," I replied firmly. "Right now, the six divisions may have ulterior motives, but they haven't dared to openly express them. That's because Miss Martin is still here, and public opinion is keeping their rebellion in check."

I elaborated, "Or rather, they're all waiting for an opportunity. As soon as someone steps forward, it will ignite the spark of rebellion, and the situation will spiral into a power struggle. That's why I absolutely cannot marry Miss Martin, nor can I become the leader."

Seeing my firm refusal, Shirley leaned in and asked again, "Victor, this is a great opportunity to climb to the peak of power. Are you sure you don't want it?"

"What I want is revenge. I don't want to think about anything else for now," I replied decisively.

Brady and Shirley exchanged a glance. Brady threw his head back and laughed, while Shirley gave me a thumbs-up and said with a smile, "Congratulations, you've passed the final test. You're now an official member of the Fighters."

I was confused. Was the revenge plan also a test?

If that was the case, I was really annoyed. After all this time, they still didn't trust me.

"Please forgive us," Brady said calmly. "There aren't many trustworthy people left in the Fighters. We need a general who will act wholeheartedly for the gang. That's why we proposed making you the leader. Now it seems you're not someone who would abandon principles for personal gain. Our plan can proceed as intended."

"How will it proceed? All of this was just a test. How am I supposed to trust you?" I shouted, slightly irritated.

"We'll proceed exactly as you suggested," Brady said calmly.

If that was the case, then I was more than willing to take action. Reclaiming the six divisions might be difficult, but it was not an insurmountable problem.

"Miss Martin has said that you can come and go freely at headquarters. If you need anything, contact me or Miss Martin at any time. You can use the gang's people and finances as you see fit, but the prerequisite is to find reliable individuals," Brady said.

"Do you have any reliable people to recommend, Brady?" I asked. Being on my own, I indeed needed help, so I could only rely on Brady's recommendations.

"Me!" Shirley said, patting her chest. "I'm already your right-hand woman. I even helped you uncover the money laundering scheme."

This woman really knew how to joke. Staying by my side to monitor me was one thing, but calling herself my right-hand woman was bold. 'Isn't she afraid I'll bang her one day?' I wondered.

"I need someone who can fight, not someone who will hold me back," I said dismissively, shaking my head.

Unconvinced, Shirley pouted, but Brady quickly intervened. "Right now, no one around you is reliable. Even Raven, who Miss Martin trusted the most, turned out to be working against us. For now, you'll have to figure things out on your own."

'D*mn it. Have the Fighters really fallen to this point? Besides money, what else can they even offer me?' I wondered.

"Alright, I have other matters to attend to. Thank you for your help, Mr. Woods," Brady said, standing up and bowing to me.

I thought of Finn. I just wasn't sure if he'd be willing to work with me.

I dialed his number, but a woman answered, spewing profanities. I was speechless. It seemed I'd have to go find him in person.

"Victor, I found something!" Shirley suddenly called out excitedly.

I leaned in hurriedly. Shirley pointed at the computer and said, "This is Kieth's file. Turns out he's one of the K13, and he's the real mastermind behind the scenes. Taking over our casino is just the first step. His ultimate goal is to take down the Fighters."

As I read through the detailed information, a cold sweat broke out on my back. Secretly colluding with him was none other than the leader of the First Division, Alaric Stone.

Raven was one of Alaric's men. The entire plan was to bankrupt the casino and then take it over legitimately. If Rosalind resisted, they would resort to violence. Together, they planned to control Rosalind and achieve their goals.

"Alaric has long harbored thoughts of betrayal, but I didn't expect him to collude with external forces. No wonder Miss Martin's winery was attacked by the K13, and the attack after your release from prison was also because Alaric leaked information. I'm going to kill him with my own hands," Shirley said, slamming her fist on the table.

Her determination was clear. Honestly, Shirley was proving to be quite useful. Having her around was much better than handling this alone.

"I understand. You should get some rest," I said, though my attention remained on Kieth's file. This involved Flora, and I needed to figure out what to do next.

"Victor, have you come up with an idea?" Shirley asked, frowning.

I hadn't come up with a solid plan yet. With problems coming one after another, how could I think of a solution so quickly?

Shirley stayed to brainstorm with me, and we discussed ideas late into the night before finally going to sleep.

The next morning, a sound came through the earpiece. Shirley quickly got up to listen.

She then woke me up, and sure enough, we saw Mary and her two companions entering the casino. At that moment, they were contacting the back office to prepare for winning big.

I immediately called Brady. He said he was already aware of the situation and would soon take control of the three of them.

To carry out the plan, I rushed to the casino.

In a secret room, I met Mary. When she saw me, she was startled at first but quickly realized she had fallen into a trap.

"Why... Why are you doing this? You're not with the casino," Mary asked, her voice trembling.

"Who told you I'm not with the casino?" I revealed my identity and said, "Grandlight Hotel is already under our control. Those three guys are gone. If you don't want to die, tell me the truth."

"W-What are you talking about?" She trembled.

I showed her photos of the deceased, and she collapsed to the ground in fear.

"It was all Kieth's idea. I... I was just helping him make money. I only took a commission," she stammered.

I believed she wasn't deeply involved, but the Fighters wouldn't let them off easily. For now, I just needed her to do me a favor.

"Get Kieth to show up. The rest has nothing to do with you," I said firmly.

"He... He won't trust me. I just finish the tasks he gives me and go back to work, really," she pleaded.

"1:30 p.m., Darkhill Park. If I don't see him, I can't guarantee your life either." With that, I walked out.

I found Brady and told him my plan for the showdown. He hesitated for a long time before finally agreeing.

For safety, he handed me a pistol and warned me not to use it unless absolutely necessary.

This was my first time walking into a confrontation alone. I wouldn't let them down.