Black Market: A LitRPG Isekai Adventure by M. G. Driver

Author:M. G. Driver [Driver, M. G.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: MoonQuill
Published: 2024-09-12T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 31

Secret War

“The Red Lions took our shipment?” A burly, tanned man covered in black swirling tattoos grunted, staring down from his chair at the man kneeling in front of him, who was bruised and bleeding. “Captain, this is not an easy conclusion to make. Are you absolutely sure?”

“I… I… Uhh, no, but all of the enforcers on our payroll are talking about us smuggling guns. I think the Red Lions leaked the information out to them so as to draw more heat to us.”

“It’s impossible for anyone to know about that shipment outside of us. Captain, you are one of the rare few who planned the route.”

“I told you it’s not me! I don’t think it’s any of us. I think it was a lucky hit—” The captain shook his head vigorously as the burly man stood up to his full height, towering over him.

“So you’re saying the Red Lions got it out of sheer luck? Am I hearing things right? Our proud Versia men were stumped by SHEER LUCK?!” The burly man grabbed the captain by the head with one hand, a machete in the other, as he pressed the cold blade against the man’s neck.

“We fix underground matches, casinos, and races. We DON’T do luck here, Captain. Now, speak slowly about every FACT you have gathered.” The burly man let go of the captain, who coughed and nodded vigorously.

“Yes, sir. Our shipment was ambushed in the Seven Snakes district, but nobody around knows about it except for the attackers and us.”

“And…?”

“Sir, that’s all we have…” the captain replied sheepishly with a bowed head.

“Then the course of action is clear. A visit to the Seven Snakes is due.”

“For a talk, sir?”

The burly man chuckled, swirling a glass of wine as he leaned back into his chair. “Captain, you never negotiate when you’re on the losing end. If the Seven Snakes have our guns, they’ll instinctively know that they have the upper hand on us. Let’s show a bit of force first.”

“Sir, this would be a declaration of war, and we’re still fighting the Red Lions—” The captain tried to continue speaking, but a machete’s blade was already lodged in the side of his neck, causing him to choke on his own blood. The burly man stood up again, squatting next to the squirming captain, who struggled to remove the machete from his neck in vain.

“The Ilysian Punks have no need for cowards, Captain,” the burly man whispered to the dying captain before snapping his fingers. Two punks came into the office, staring at the captain bleeding out. “Dispose of the body. Throw it into the incinerator or feed it to the arena monsters.”

The two punks nodded immediately, getting to work and hauling the body away. A cleaner servant also quickly entered, mopping up the blood. Nobody defied Makoa, who was a sub-leader in the Ilysian Punks.

“Oh, and set an appointment with my tattooist. I have another one to add now.”

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