Leo’s charge surged toward Butcher. “Now… let’s shoot!” he barked, his voice cutting through the chaos. “My main force is heading straight for him!”Butcher stood calmly, his presence commanding. “Anyone who shoots should know—they’re going to die. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. If you have the mind to shoot… do it,” he warned. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he blew the tip of his gun with a breath, as if daring them. “I’ll take your head off.”Leo sneered. “How are you so cocky… old man? Don’t forget my revenge. You’re going to die, and when you do, Dane will be mine. I’ll take… I’ll rule your empire.”Butcher’s eyes didn’t flinch. “It seems you’re not understanding. You’re not entitled to anything—no power, no respect, nothing. You think you can control this world? Dane… he’s the one who will elevate the mafia world. He’ll remove any obstacle. You were meant to be a spoiled rich brat—and that would’ve been fine. But you tried to involve yourself in this world, an

“Fuck… there’s a hole,” Dane muttered, staring at the broken wall. He’d heard the noise, but his mind hadn’t registered it. At first, he thought it was Jimmy’s helicopter, but it kept getting closer and closer.Leo had survived, but most of his men were already gone. It looked like he had assembled every single one he could, throwing everything into this assault.Dane called Jimmy immediately. “Send the fighter jet,” he said, his voice sharp. “The one I personally own—the cost doesn’t matter. It’s my most expensive asset, and no other mafia boss has anything like it. This is a national-level piece of hardware, but it’s ours to use.”“Yeah,” Dane muttered under his breath, scanning the destruction outside. “For now… we need ambulances. Too many of our men have been shot. Some of the younger ones… after the explosion outside, their bodies… barely anything left.”He clenched his fists, his gaze hardening. “How dare he even mention my wife, my child? He called them out—he’s going to have

Some of the men with minor injuries were being treated right there on site, while those with more serious wounds were rushed to the hospital. The chaos of the aftermath was slowly being managed, but tension still hung in the air.Meanwhile, Dane, Butcher, and Jimmy settled into the same Rolls Royce, the leather seats absorbing the weight of their exhaustion. Jane slid into another Rolls Royce, while the remaining men filled the other vehicles—G-Wagons and Prados, every seat occupied, engines rumbling with anticipation. Dane took the wheel and drove off.“But Jimmy,” Butcher said from the back seat, his voice steady, “Dane and Jane are heading to Gion. I want you to make sure they have everything they need. And don’t let Dane complain about your attitude or cockiness. This mission… it’s critical. If they request backup, even you have to comply. Understand?”“Sir, no problem,” Jimmy replied coolly. “I’ll handle it.”After a three-hour drive, the convoy finally pulled up to a sprawling p

The helicopter cut through the sky, the city shrinking below them. Dane leaned slightly toward the window, watching rooftops blur into rivers of steel and glass.“Wow,” he said, raising his voice over the pounding blades. “The view from here is amazing!”Jane tilted her head. “What?”“The view!” Dane shouted louder, grinning. “It’s amazing!”She gave the faintest nod, her eyes flicking out the window. “Yes. It is.”Then Dane’s smile faded a little. “But… where’s the boss? Is Butcher still around? I didn’t even greet him, or show respect, or—”“He isn’t,” Jane cut in. “He went somewhere. Forget it. We need to focus on this mission.”From the front, Jimmy twisted around in his seat, his headset clamped tight over his ears. “Hey, aren’t you gonna greet me?” he said, smirking.Dane rolled his eyes. “Let’s ignore him. He’s invisible.”Jimmy barked a laugh and turned back around, adjusting something on the dash.Dane leaned closer to Jane. “So, Jane… I wanted to ask you something. What do y

Dane looked at the car Jimmy had pointed out. At first glance, it looked like something straight out of the ’90s—polished, pristine, but undeniably old-school.“What the hell? This car looks ancient,” Dane muttered, gripping the suitcase tighter.Jimmy smirked as he slid into his own ride. “That ‘ancient’ car is an Aston Martin DBS. Price tag? Two-point-one million dollars.”Dane’s eyes flicked over the sleek lines of the vehicle again, realizing it wasn’t just old—it was classic. A machine made for men who valued power with style.He clicked his tongue. “Two-point-one million, huh? How much is that in DBS?”“Ninety-seven,” Jimmy shot back smoothly, like he’d been waiting for the question.Dane whistled low. “Alright… still flashy, though.” He set the suitcase in the back and sank into the leather seat, adjusting his grip on the wheel.Jane slid into the passenger side, sunglasses on, lips pressed in that calm but sharp way of hers. She didn’t need to say anything—the gleam in her eye