Killian killed those who rushed at him one by one without even using a weapon.
Some aimed their guns at Killian from afar, but Messina, who had spotted them, attacked faster.
"It should be me who kills Killian, not a small-timer like you. How much of a shame would it be if he died now?"
After easily defeating the enemy, Messina returned to her original position and sat down.
“Lady Messina, you can’t kill people here.”
Messina frowned at Jed's bruise.
“You told me not to sit still earlier.”
“I am saying this because I am concerned about the attitude of watching a fire from the other side of the river.”
"That's ridiculous. Then what do you want me to do? Take off my clothes and cheer?"
Messina, who had been grumbling, caught Nigel's eye. He watched the situation unfold without taking sides, then glanced at her watch with a bored expression before walking toward the chapel entrance.
Sam's men, Nigel, and the Giuliano gang members standing behind her, easily opened the door and let them go.
“What, aren’t they in the same group?”
Messina clicked her tongue as she watched them naturally follow Nigel's orders. It was clear that Sam had helped start the rebellion.
“Anyway, the real snake-like ones aren’t the Gottio guys, but those Giuliano guys.”
“What good would it do them to help Sam?”
Messina frowned at Jed's question.
“Why are you asking me that? I’m not a strategist.”
But she was curious about that part because of Jed's point.
"You're smarter than me, so figure it out. Giuliano, those guys never move unless it benefits them."
"All right."
Meanwhile, Knox and Chambers were each taking on one of the opposing team's capos.
“Hey, Chambers. That’s the gun he was holding.”
Knox stomped on the enemy's head, twirling the gun he had taken from the enemy on his finger.
“Is this the gun of the Gottio family, or is it the gun of the traitors?”
“It’s still a manual lever operation.”
Chambers also looked at the gun with interest and said.
“I don’t have the skills, and my tools are old, so I ended up getting caught like this after shooting aimlessly.”
Then Knox threw the gun away and took out a knife and put it to the man's neck.
"Now, wait a minute! Please save me. My family is waiting for me at home."
Unfortunately, Knox wasn't the type to sympathize with such words. He paid no heed and kindly untied the cravat from around the man's neck.
“Why didn’t you think about your family sooner?”
“I have a wife and a newborn baby at home!”
Knox frowned at him.
"What? A guy like you is married and has kids? This is disgusting."
Let's see, it's been over two years since I've even been in a relationship... Come to think of it, it's already been over two years. As Knox's grip tightened, the man rolled his eyes and shouted.
“Please save me, damn it!”
“I’ll draw it appropriately so that it won’t harm your life.”
“Ugh!”
As promised, the knife didn't go in deep, but the man fainted when he saw blood flowing from his neck.
“It’s so trivial.”
Knox asked Chambers, wiping the blood from his sword.
“Who else do we have to deal with? Is that bald guy?”
“Don’t make a big deal out of it. That man is Endymion’s subordinate.”
“Everyone's wearing black, it's so confusing. What's so complicated about it?”
Chambers responded to him with a pitiful tone.
"I don't understand why you're so confused. Is a triangular handkerchief so hard to tell apart?"
“It’s annoying to fight while taking care of things like that.”
“If that’s too much trouble, why is hiding so easy?”
“You can rest without doing any hidden rituals. What are you talking about?”
Even as the two were talking nonsense, Endymion was already in an overwhelmingly superior position thanks to the Starr Family.
At the entrance to the chapel, civilians were being held back from calling the guards, and near the altar, most of Sam's men were bound and kneeling.
Sam was clearly at a disadvantage, but he maintained a composed expression throughout. Watching him, Endymion tightened his grip on his gun.
“Do you think you’ll be okay even if you break my father’s will?”
"Just live comfortably as you've always lived. Do you think you can handle being the boss?"
“You’re not even of Gottio’s blood, yet you’re trying to covet the boss position. You’re a real idiot.”
Sam scoffed at that remark and aimed his reloaded gun at Endymion's head.
"You've benefited from my bloodline, so don't act like you're being treated like this in front of me. And you still don't believe me after seeing all the evidence? Vito Gottio loved my mother."
Endymion, enraged by those words, also took out his gun and aimed it at Sam's head.
“Don’t insult my father! If you talk nonsense, I’ll kill you.”
The distance between the two people is about ten steps.
Endymion, with his B-grade magic power, had a high success rate in aiming, but Sam, with his C-grade magic power and having just fired a magic bullet, was more likely to miss his aim.
But somehow, Sam's relaxed expression was unsettling.
'That guy has a point of belief.'
At that moment, one of Sam's men ran to him with an anxious expression and whispered. A look of despair crossed Sam's face, as if he had heard what he had said.
“What? Where did it all go!”
“It was clearly prepared, but it disappeared without a trace, as if someone had noticed.”
Originally, the plan was to deploy smoke grenades at this point and dispatch Endymion's men. Sam and his men had applied protective eye drops, allowing them to move freely through the smoke.
“Who dares betray...”
While Sam was confused by the plan gone wrong, Endymion quickly aimed his gun at the target.
-Taang!
“Watch out!”
The man who discovered Endymion, firing his magic bullet, quickly carried Sam and threw him to the ground. With the impact so severe that he couldn't even open his eyes, Killian quickly subdued Sam.
“What are we going to do?”
Killian asked Endymion, handing him Sam.
“Since he tried to kill the next boss, of course, you should cut off his lifeline.”
Endymion reloaded again, regretting his failure to aim his magic bullet.
“Lord Endymion.”
Then one of the crowd raised his head and called out to Endymion. It was Kyle, one of Gottio's capos.
“With what face do you call me? Are you even thinking of begging for your life?”
Despite Endymion's sarcasm, he continued speaking silently.
"Look at all these people forced to kneel here. A significant number of the Gottio Family leaders have already turned their backs on Endymion. What good is being the boss in this situation?"
Endymion paused for a moment at those painful words, but he couldn't back down. The position of next boss was a legacy his father had entrusted to him, believing in him.
Endymion steeled himself by remembering his father, who had been his strong supporter until the end.
"And look at the Sam you were trying to serve. Were you trying to put a weakling, mere C-rank, in the boss's seat? Wasn't it true you needed a puppet?"
At those words, Sam cried out with blood streaming down his forehead.
"Endymion, what have you accomplished entirely on your own? Do you think you could have created an advantageous situation even now without Starr's help?"
The executives who had been dissatisfied with Endymion also added their words, giving him a look of strong rejection.
"It was Sam who fought alongside us in every duel, big or small, and it was Sam who entered the cell on behalf of the organization. As long as this man is truly a direct descendant of Gottio, we have no choice but to acknowledge Sam as our boss."
“...You guys are all out of your minds.”
But no matter how much he tried to deny it, they were right.
Endymion was filled with despair when he realized that most of those who had worked alongside his father had turned their backs on him.
Even if he ascends to the position of boss, all the powerful people who took charge of Gottio's business will be purged, so it will be difficult for the Gottio family to regain its former glory.
As he was feeling helpless, wondering if it was right to continue this fight, Maria, who had been standing quietly behind him, stepped forward.
"If it were discovered that Sam, that man, was not a direct descendant of Gotio, would you then recant your decision?"
“Maria...”
Endymion grabbed Maria's arm in confusion.
“I asked if you would recant your intention and serve Endymion again.”
The executives locked eyes. What if Sam wasn't directly related to Gottio? No matter how talented he was, he could never become the boss.
“How are you going to prove that I am not Vito Gottio's biological son?”
When the executives failed to give a proper answer, an impatient Sam asked her urgently.
“Someone will be here soon. Someone who will prove to you that you are not of Gotio’s blood.”
Maria looked toward the chapel door with a confident face.
Some aimed their guns at Killian from afar, but Messina, who had spotted them, attacked faster.
"It should be me who kills Killian, not a small-timer like you. How much of a shame would it be if he died now?"
After easily defeating the enemy, Messina returned to her original position and sat down.
“Lady Messina, you can’t kill people here.”
Messina frowned at Jed's bruise.
“You told me not to sit still earlier.”
“I am saying this because I am concerned about the attitude of watching a fire from the other side of the river.”
"That's ridiculous. Then what do you want me to do? Take off my clothes and cheer?"
Messina, who had been grumbling, caught Nigel's eye. He watched the situation unfold without taking sides, then glanced at her watch with a bored expression before walking toward the chapel entrance.
Sam's men, Nigel, and the Giuliano gang members standing behind her, easily opened the door and let them go.
“What, aren’t they in the same group?”
Messina clicked her tongue as she watched them naturally follow Nigel's orders. It was clear that Sam had helped start the rebellion.
“Anyway, the real snake-like ones aren’t the Gottio guys, but those Giuliano guys.”
“What good would it do them to help Sam?”
Messina frowned at Jed's question.
“Why are you asking me that? I’m not a strategist.”
But she was curious about that part because of Jed's point.
"You're smarter than me, so figure it out. Giuliano, those guys never move unless it benefits them."
"All right."
Meanwhile, Knox and Chambers were each taking on one of the opposing team's capos.
“Hey, Chambers. That’s the gun he was holding.”
Knox stomped on the enemy's head, twirling the gun he had taken from the enemy on his finger.
“Is this the gun of the Gottio family, or is it the gun of the traitors?”
“It’s still a manual lever operation.”
Chambers also looked at the gun with interest and said.
“I don’t have the skills, and my tools are old, so I ended up getting caught like this after shooting aimlessly.”
Then Knox threw the gun away and took out a knife and put it to the man's neck.
"Now, wait a minute! Please save me. My family is waiting for me at home."
Unfortunately, Knox wasn't the type to sympathize with such words. He paid no heed and kindly untied the cravat from around the man's neck.
“Why didn’t you think about your family sooner?”
“I have a wife and a newborn baby at home!”
Knox frowned at him.
"What? A guy like you is married and has kids? This is disgusting."
Let's see, it's been over two years since I've even been in a relationship... Come to think of it, it's already been over two years. As Knox's grip tightened, the man rolled his eyes and shouted.
“Please save me, damn it!”
“I’ll draw it appropriately so that it won’t harm your life.”
“Ugh!”
As promised, the knife didn't go in deep, but the man fainted when he saw blood flowing from his neck.
“It’s so trivial.”
Knox asked Chambers, wiping the blood from his sword.
“Who else do we have to deal with? Is that bald guy?”
“Don’t make a big deal out of it. That man is Endymion’s subordinate.”
“Everyone's wearing black, it's so confusing. What's so complicated about it?”
Chambers responded to him with a pitiful tone.
"I don't understand why you're so confused. Is a triangular handkerchief so hard to tell apart?"
“It’s annoying to fight while taking care of things like that.”
“If that’s too much trouble, why is hiding so easy?”
“You can rest without doing any hidden rituals. What are you talking about?”
Even as the two were talking nonsense, Endymion was already in an overwhelmingly superior position thanks to the Starr Family.
At the entrance to the chapel, civilians were being held back from calling the guards, and near the altar, most of Sam's men were bound and kneeling.
Sam was clearly at a disadvantage, but he maintained a composed expression throughout. Watching him, Endymion tightened his grip on his gun.
“Do you think you’ll be okay even if you break my father’s will?”
"Just live comfortably as you've always lived. Do you think you can handle being the boss?"
“You’re not even of Gottio’s blood, yet you’re trying to covet the boss position. You’re a real idiot.”
Sam scoffed at that remark and aimed his reloaded gun at Endymion's head.
"You've benefited from my bloodline, so don't act like you're being treated like this in front of me. And you still don't believe me after seeing all the evidence? Vito Gottio loved my mother."
Endymion, enraged by those words, also took out his gun and aimed it at Sam's head.
“Don’t insult my father! If you talk nonsense, I’ll kill you.”
The distance between the two people is about ten steps.
Endymion, with his B-grade magic power, had a high success rate in aiming, but Sam, with his C-grade magic power and having just fired a magic bullet, was more likely to miss his aim.
But somehow, Sam's relaxed expression was unsettling.
'That guy has a point of belief.'
At that moment, one of Sam's men ran to him with an anxious expression and whispered. A look of despair crossed Sam's face, as if he had heard what he had said.
“What? Where did it all go!”
“It was clearly prepared, but it disappeared without a trace, as if someone had noticed.”
Originally, the plan was to deploy smoke grenades at this point and dispatch Endymion's men. Sam and his men had applied protective eye drops, allowing them to move freely through the smoke.
“Who dares betray...”
While Sam was confused by the plan gone wrong, Endymion quickly aimed his gun at the target.
-Taang!
“Watch out!”
The man who discovered Endymion, firing his magic bullet, quickly carried Sam and threw him to the ground. With the impact so severe that he couldn't even open his eyes, Killian quickly subdued Sam.
“What are we going to do?”
Killian asked Endymion, handing him Sam.
“Since he tried to kill the next boss, of course, you should cut off his lifeline.”
Endymion reloaded again, regretting his failure to aim his magic bullet.
“Lord Endymion.”
Then one of the crowd raised his head and called out to Endymion. It was Kyle, one of Gottio's capos.
“With what face do you call me? Are you even thinking of begging for your life?”
Despite Endymion's sarcasm, he continued speaking silently.
"Look at all these people forced to kneel here. A significant number of the Gottio Family leaders have already turned their backs on Endymion. What good is being the boss in this situation?"
Endymion paused for a moment at those painful words, but he couldn't back down. The position of next boss was a legacy his father had entrusted to him, believing in him.
Endymion steeled himself by remembering his father, who had been his strong supporter until the end.
"And look at the Sam you were trying to serve. Were you trying to put a weakling, mere C-rank, in the boss's seat? Wasn't it true you needed a puppet?"
At those words, Sam cried out with blood streaming down his forehead.
"Endymion, what have you accomplished entirely on your own? Do you think you could have created an advantageous situation even now without Starr's help?"
The executives who had been dissatisfied with Endymion also added their words, giving him a look of strong rejection.
"It was Sam who fought alongside us in every duel, big or small, and it was Sam who entered the cell on behalf of the organization. As long as this man is truly a direct descendant of Gottio, we have no choice but to acknowledge Sam as our boss."
“...You guys are all out of your minds.”
But no matter how much he tried to deny it, they were right.
Endymion was filled with despair when he realized that most of those who had worked alongside his father had turned their backs on him.
Even if he ascends to the position of boss, all the powerful people who took charge of Gottio's business will be purged, so it will be difficult for the Gottio family to regain its former glory.
As he was feeling helpless, wondering if it was right to continue this fight, Maria, who had been standing quietly behind him, stepped forward.
"If it were discovered that Sam, that man, was not a direct descendant of Gotio, would you then recant your decision?"
“Maria...”
Endymion grabbed Maria's arm in confusion.
“I asked if you would recant your intention and serve Endymion again.”
The executives locked eyes. What if Sam wasn't directly related to Gottio? No matter how talented he was, he could never become the boss.
“How are you going to prove that I am not Vito Gottio's biological son?”
When the executives failed to give a proper answer, an impatient Sam asked her urgently.
“Someone will be here soon. Someone who will prove to you that you are not of Gotio’s blood.”
Maria looked toward the chapel door with a confident face.
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