Such an Arrogant Boss

"Just when I'd lain down and was getting sleepy, you dragged me up... What a pain..."

In a spacious, luxurious hall, a man in pajamas pushed open the door in slippers, his face full of impatience.

Behind him followed a woman dressed rather 'coolly.'

The two flopped down onto the sofa. The man wrapped an arm around the woman, his hand wandering a little too freely.

The woman seemed to be enjoying it as well.

"That person called Oboro... will be here soon."

Several meters away, an expressionless middle-aged man inserted a videotape into the machine.

"So what... I have to get up and discuss things with you because of him? Chat?"

The man picked at his ear and spread his hands exaggeratedly. "Seriously? You three... do you really need to take this so seriously? Some kid who popped out of nowhere..."

"Shut up!"

The middle-aged man shot him a glance and barked.

The man seemed somewhat afraid of him and merely snorted.

"This is footage of his fights at Heavens Arena... Watch carefully!" The middle-aged man swept his gaze over everyone in the room and instructed them.

With that, he found a chair and sat down first.

The television screen changed, and the footage began playing.

The man on the sofa turned his attention toward it as well.

For a while, the hall fell silent except for the sound of the television.

After a long while, several tapes had finished playing. As the captain of the Fills Family's security team, the middle-aged man looked at his four colleagues. "Rhode was already killed by him... just a few hours ago. Based on Gaku's description, Rhode had no ability to fight back at all. He was practically killed instantly."

"..."

The group exchanged glances.

"Rhode was already the weakest among us... When that guy came to apply, I said it back then... letting him join us would only drag us down... But you wouldn't listen." The first to speak was still the man in pajamas. He looked at the middle-aged man with a sneer.

Rather than discussing Oboro, he immediately began assigning blame.

"Conjuration, huh... But his combat style and methods are more like Enhancement."

Someone standing in the corner spoke.

"It'd be best not to let him get close... His abilities seem quite varied. Aside from the method he used at first to summon 'soldiers,' there aren't any clues about the rest for now." The Nen user seated beside the middle-aged man stroked his chin as he analyzed.

"I shouldn't need to say what matters most... The boss will be here soon too... This Oboro is very strong! We must reduce the risks of every unexpected situation and incident to the absolute minimum and keep everything under control. The boss's safety comes first... If anything goes wrong, none of you can bear the consequences!"

The middle-aged man emphasized coldly.

"Especially you, Bort!"

"Yes, I got it..."

The man in pajamas called out perfunctorily.

"Next, I'll lay out the security plan. You can add anything I miss!"

Then, the middle-aged man began making arrangements.

After a while, once the instructions were finished... the three of them left the hall one after another.

Bort and his girlfriend remained motionless on the sofa. Staring at the closed doors, the man spat lightly. "What the hell? He's only been here a few years longer than me... An old dog."

"Bort, don't be angry... I think this is actually a good opportunity."

The woman lying in his arms spoke tactfully.

"What do you mean?"

Bort caught the implication behind her words.

"If... if..." The woman chuckled, pressed her lips to the man's ear, and whispered a few words.

After hearing her out, Bort's lazy expression immediately brightened with interest, and he became much more serious.

"My baby really is smart~~"

"You bastard, isn't it all for you?"

"Hahaha."

Oboro followed the Mafia members back to Tandon by car and arrived at an estate.

"Get out."

Someone opened the car door and spoke to Oboro, who appeared to be asleep.

It was their first time seeing an outsider act so relaxed before meeting the boss.

"We're here?"

Oboro opened his eyes, stretched, and got out of the car.

"Follow me. Don't get any funny ideas, or if something happens, you'll bear the consequences yourself." The bespectacled man standing ahead warned him.

Oboro raised both hands, indicating that he was being obedient.

The two entered the estate one after another. The first thing Oboro noticed was not the striking castle standing there, but the surveillance cameras covering the surroundings... as well as the countless Mafia members guarding and patrolling the grounds. They stood no more than a few dozen meters apart. These bodyguards wore earpieces and communication devices, their gazes sharp as they watched every movement of Oboro, this outsider, while quietly reporting in.

There were also quite a few hunting dogs on chains, barking fiercely... They looked vicious.

The noise made Oboro's ears hurt, so he casually glanced at the pack of large dogs.

In an instant... the barking stopped.

The bodyguards were startled to find that every large dog beside them had tucked its tail. Some had even wet themselves... They struggled violently against their leashes, as though trying to flee.

Oboro withdrew his gaze.

Tight security.

A phrase surfaced in his mind.

Were Mafia bosses all this afraid of dying?...

It did suit their status and cautious style.

In the original story, the Ten Dons, despite being the rulers of the underground forces, rarely appeared in public. After all, they operated in the underworld and had too many enemies... They had no choice but to consider their own safety.

Seeing that the estate grounds were still covered in untrimmed weeds, he knew this was not the Fills Family's main base... They had most likely relocated here temporarily.

"I've got quite the reputation..."

Oboro curled his lips.

The bespectacled man ahead glanced back at him and led him into the castle.

After climbing the stairs, they turned into another long corridor and eventually stopped before a metal armored door.

A gray-haired middle-aged man stood before the door.

There were plenty of personnel inside the building as well, all equipped with weapons.

"A Nen user..."

Oboro sensed it.

"The boss is waiting for you inside." The middle-aged man nodded to the bespectacled man, looked Oboro over from head to toe, and spoke.

Then he turned around and pushed open the heavy door, revealing a magnificent, glittering hall inside.

"Please!"

The middle-aged man stepped aside with an outstretched hand.

Oboro walked in on his own. Directly ahead, a figure sat in a boss's chair with a cigar in his mouth, his back turned toward him.

Before the desk lay a battered, unrecognizable man who had already passed out. It was Charles.

"One, two, three..."

Oboro's eyes moved as he counted.

Besides him and the boss, there were four other people in the hall... No, there should be five.

Because the middle-aged man behind him had already entered and shut the heavy door.

A scantily clad man and woman sat on the sofa, seemingly a couple.

A male secretary stood beside the Mafia boss, while another person was hiding in a corner upstairs. Although his aura was concealed well, Oboro still noticed him.

Five Nen users in total! What a lineup! "You've got guts..."

Suddenly, the boss seated in the leather chair spoke. "You dared to take money from my casino!"

"Thanks for the compliment."

Oboro smiled.

"..."

No one present had expected that answer. Their breathing paused for a moment.

"Your casino was open for business, and since you dared to set the odds, you naturally weren't afraid of people placing bets. It's just that... I was lucky enough to bet correctly every time..."

Swish.

The leather chair turned around, revealing the cigar-smoking man's true face.

He had quite the bearing, unmistakably that of someone in power, with a touch of aristocratic refinement befitting a social elite.

He looked younger than Oboro had imagined...

He did not appear to be forty yet. He was impeccably dressed, and several expensive rings adorned both hands.

"Fills Garu. That is my name."

The boss did not get angry. He said calmly, "The betting pools at Heavens Arena have always been one of my casinos' major sources of income... Over the years, plenty of people have tried to take advantage of them. Tell me... what do you think happened to them?"

Oboro waited for him to continue.

"Not only them, but their families as well... all had to pay for the mistakes they made!"

"You're talented... so I'll give you an opportunity."

"What kind of opportunity?"

Oboro raised an eyebrow.

"Spit out the money... and work for me."

"And if I refuse?"

Oboro continued.

"Refuse? Then die... The two of you together, do you think we'd let either of you go?" The man on the sofa mocked.

He was referring to Charles and Oboro.

"I understand... You so-called Fighters and martial artists are more or less a little unconventional... But this world is ruled by a small number of people. Power is the only thing that matters! To put it nicely, you're talented and fortunate enough to join my family... To put it bluntly, people like you are nothing but stray Wild Dogs, drifting from place to place... Being noticed by someone like me is your honor, and your only value."

Fills Garu spoke in a tone as though he were merely stating a fact.

Oboro's smile vanished. He rubbed his head. "Sigh, how arrogant... Though I can understand it. From your perspective, perhaps this world... really is like that."

"May I ask, is your family considered fairly powerful in the underworld? How do you compare to the Ten Dons?"

The fingers holding Fills Garu's cigar twitched, but he said nothing.

"Looks like... I hit a sore spot..."

Oboro tilted his head slightly and laughed. "I didn't come here to negotiate with you. I just found you people a little annoying... So... I'm going to kill you, along with everyone here... so I won't be bothered again."

"Hahahahaha!"

"Oh my God, did you hear what he just said?!!"

The man on the sofa cried out exaggeratedly, clapping his hands as he stared at Oboro with the peculiar gaze one might use for a rare animal.

He asked his girlfriend.

The woman was snickering too.

She thought Oboro had lost his mind and completely failed to understand the situation...

"The arrogant one isn't me. It's you..."

Fills Garu was neither surprised nor panicked by Oboro's words. Instead, he seemed somewhat disappointed.

"You came to kill me..."

"Too many people want to kill me... You're not the first."

"You can go down there and keep them company... A Wild Dog is still a Wild Dog."

The moment the boss finished speaking, there was a snap, and the lights went out. The hall plunged into darkness.

Oboro flexed his fingers as well... His knuckles cracked.

"This feels strange... I'm being completely... looked down on."