Mafia Federation Kingdom.
Capone Family.
"Godfather?" Bred's sudden, silent arrival at his bedside had gone unnoticed until he woke up. Bege could not hide his shock and terror. His scalp tingled, and cold sweat dripped down his plump, rounded forehead.
Bege was a smart man. He knew Bred was intimidating him, warning him to behave obediently. Otherwise, Bred could take his life whenever he wished.
Bred flipped through a book without raising his head. "Did you do as I instructed?"
"Huh? Ah, yes, I did as you instructed." Bege tried his best to calm his panic. "Just as you expected, those Mafia Federation Kingdom higher-ups were indeed greedy. After I increased the benefits the Fabricio Family had originally offered them by thirty percent, they agreed not to pursue my previous period of 'nonsense.' They even promised to accept me as one of their own in the future."
Bred glanced at Bege's still-round physique. "What about you personally? I promised you that once you lost your belly fat, I'd teach you Nen training."
"I..." Bege looked down at the swollen belly stretching his pajamas and awkwardly fell silent.
Bred closed his book and frowned. "You crave power, yet you're unwilling to put in the hard work?"
"No, no! I really have been following the training plan you gave me!" Bege hurriedly defended himself. "But... I just can't lose the belly fat."
Bred's expression turned strange as he sighed. "Then it's a constitution problem. You were born with the physique of a scrawny chicken."
"..." Bege: What kind of damn metaphor was that?
"Keep training. I won't go back on my word. Once I'm done with this mission, I'll teach you Nen training." Bred pointed at a photograph he had placed on the bedside table beforehand. "Use your connections in the Mafia