Carlos stood quietly where he was, taking a few puffs of his cigarette. Degu, the other retainer, John Movinton, and four slightly weaker leaders—six people in total—surrounded Carlos.
Carlos's calm, composed manner made all six of them uneasy and deeply displeased. None of them were fools. Acting like this meant either confidence or stupidity, and could Carlos, having reached his position, possibly be a fool?
Yet none of the six could figure out where that unease in their hearts was coming from...
"Interesting. Once this war is over, I'll take a trip to Maglin Island myself." Carlos's crimson eyes swept over his surroundings as he chuckled.
Suppressing the unease in his heart, Movinton sneered. "You? You ignorant brat, you'd better think about how you're going to survive today..."
"I'm ignorant? Hahaha..."
Carlos burst into laughter. His somewhat manic laughter carried far enough for even the Mafia Members fighting and slaughtering one another to hear it.
Incidentally, the Mafia Members, especially the lower-ranking fighters, were dressed similarly and were easily confused. Therefore, both Mafia forces had their own distinctive markings. On the battlefield, they recognized the markings, not the people.
"What are you laughing at?" Movinton placed his right hand on the hilt of the blade at his waist, suppressing the urge to attack as he asked coldly.
"Why waste words with him, Fifth Young Master? Just kill him. So what if he has some scheme?"
Degu, with a wolf's body in human form, opened and closed his enormous wolfish jaws, exposing gleaming white fangs. As he spoke, he kicked off with his powerful hind legs and charged Carlos from directly behind, his sharp wolf claws slashing toward Carlos's neck.
"You overestimate yourselves. Today, all of you will die!"
Carlos sneered and directly activated Susanoo. Carlos would not easily reveal that