Two months had passed.
Robert Jr. had now prepared a special room beneath the house he was currently occupying.
It used to be an underground warehouse, a storage place for raw narcotics.
After the material was moved to an area not far from the spot, the room was now empty.
Then Robert Jr. placed a foam mattress in the room and one oil lamp that was affixed to the wall.
The room was now dark, only the lamp's light illuminated it.
The door opened slowly. Robert Jr. entered, then closed it tightly.
None of his subordinates knew the contents of the room.
Robert Jr. strictly forbade them from going to the basement.
"The preparation is complete, one more month to go."
Robert Jr. drew a chalk image.
The image was circular with engravings of magical symbols around the mattress, then he sprinkled sea salt around it.
A few minutes later, the drawing on the floor was finished.
Now, the symbols looked sinister, as if ready for a dark cult ritual.
Robert Jr. walked over to grab a chair, then dragged it.
He sat in the chair, right in front of the entrance, crossing his arms while looking at the completed symbol.
'This is in accordance with all the methods Mother told me.'
'But... why does it look like a Satanic ritual?'
A message notification sound came from his smartphone in his right pants pocket.
He immediately took it out and saw the content of the message.
A photo taken secretly by Park Eunji.
The photo showed a pregnant woman sitting on a sofa, sound asleep with both hands on her stomach.
Robert Jr. then wrote a coded reply message, which contained a plan to bring the woman here tonight secretly.
The pregnant woman was his Father's Assistant, who was currently on leave until her baby was born.
Robert Jr. assigned Park Eunji to help with her daily needs.
This plan was highly confidential; not one of his subordinates should know what Robert Jr. was about to do.
Since Robert Jr. did not have magical powers like his mother, he had to find a reason to cover up the Assistant's disappearance from other subordinates.
This was important so that they would not have negative thoughts about him.
Park Eunji replied to the message, indicating she was ready to carry out the plan.
Robert Jr. then turned off his phone.
In the last two months, Robert Jr. had received smooth reports from Park Eunji, except for a few oddities experienced by the pregnant woman, such as a hot feeling in her stomach and excessive thirst.
Robert Jr. took out the Locket.
He took it off his neck, then held it with his right hand, looking at it intensely.
'This artifact can only be used once before it is destroyed. Seriously! Tch, because of that woman, I couldn't go with her, bastard. Hmm... But Mother's plan doesn't seem bad either. Mother, how cruel of you.'
Robert Jr. laughed loudly in the room; his face was terrifying, his dark aura piercingly emanating from his body.
'I wear this name only to cover my identity. Of course, I also have a real name known only to my parents, my name is Diablo. I was born from a mixed blood of the three strongest races.'
Then Robert Jr. calmed down again, walked out of the room, and locked it tightly.
He returned to his office to wait for the night to arrive.
Robert Jr. received an urgent message on his Tablet, from a Chinese Mafia gang who wanted to meet him somewhere.
"I think I want to handle this myself. I haven't exercised in a long time; I also want to test my current abilities."
'Mafia from China are usually very difficult to cooperate with. He will probably rebel. Know this: in this place, you can't do business as you please.'
Robert Jr. walked to the closet near his office chair, then opened it.
He took a black tuxedo suit with a white shirt, then put on a fedora hat and his mask.
The mask was oblong, without any engravings.
There were only eye holes covered with black glass.
The mask was metallic white.
After changing clothes, he took out the firearm in the closet: a cool custom-made pistol with a slightly long barrel.
There was a distinct Angel's Blood logo engraving on its left muzzle.
The pistol was quite large and heavy, made of high-quality material.
Even the bullets were 7.62x39mm size.
Then, Robert Jr. put it under his tuxedo jacket.
He walked out of the room toward the front yard.
The servants saluted as Robert Jr. walked.
Near the exit, someone was already waiting.
"Young Master, do you want to go alone?"
"Yes, I want to exercise, Uncle. I leave the house security to you, Uncle S No. II."
"Very well, Young Master, be careful."
Robert Jr. left him. He walked toward the car parked in the front yard, then got in and started the engine.
Robert Jr. headed to the city of Busan.
His house was in a village in the city of Ulsan, so the distance was not far from where the Chinese Mafia was located.
Upon arrival, Robert Jr. got out of his parked car.
He looked around as he walked, cocking his pistol, then placing it back under his jacket.
He was now in a rural area with many towering trees.
Robert Jr. stepped in, passing through a small road, guessing they had a hidden base in the forest.
In the middle of the forest was an abandoned building; the walls looked crumpled and gloomy.
The paint was peeling, and at the gate stood two large-bodied men as guards.
"Who are you? Why are you here? What is your purpose?"
The right hands of the two men went inside their jackets, as if holding pistols ready to shoot.
Robert Jr. was very calm, then answered gently to them.
"I apologize, there seems to be a misunderstanding. I came at the invitation of your boss. Can you please report it?"
The two men looked cautious, their expressions showing disbelief.
"Uh... can you show me your ID card?"
"Haha, don't be ridiculous. Your boss requested this meeting. If not, I'm going home now."
Robert Jr. turned around and had only walked three steps when one of the guards hurriedly stopped him.
"Ohh, no. It seems you can't leave here so easily. If you received a message from our boss, we should have been given a task by him."
Robert Jr. glanced back, then turned around, both hands slightly raised.
"Okay, okay. If that's the case, then do you want to kill me?"
Soon, someone walked from a distance toward Robert Jr. and the arguing guards.
He was the Boss of the Chinese Mafia.
"Stop it, all of you!"
The two men looked back. Their Boss walked casually, puffing on a cigar, smoke billowing into the air.
"He is my guest; let him in."
"Yes, Boss. But why didn't you inform us?"
"Ahh, I forgot. I had a lot of work. So, let him in. Understood?"
The two men bowed in respect and apologized.
Robert Jr. walked past them with a sneer.
"Serve you right, low-ranking guards. Haha."
Then Robert Jr. walked with the Chinese Mafia Boss, entering the building toward the room that had been prepared.
While on the way, the Boss spoke, glancing back to the right.
"I apologize for the mess earlier. It seems you came alone. I want to discuss this business with you. I will explain it later in the room."
"Oh... Haha, no problem. But if possible, give them a lesson in manners. It seems your subordinates are quite cautious."
"Alright."
The Chinese Mafia Boss smiled suspiciously, turning his back on Robert Jr.
Robert Jr. also returned the smile from behind his mask.
'This person, he seems to want to deal with me seriously.'
The Chinese Mafia Boss was bald, covered in tattoos that spread down to the back of his neck.
His body was rather short and plump, with thick gold jewelry circling his neck and both hands, which he folded behind his back.
"We've arrived now. Let's go inside."
There was one guard at the door.
After Robert Jr. entered, the guard closed it again from the outside.
Inside the room was a long table and six chairs.
In the middle of the table, there was a lot of food and wine bottles, and two beautiful maids stood at the end of the room, along with the boss's assistant.
'It seems he has prepared this banquet.'
Robert Jr. observed every corner carefully.
"Sit down. Let's enjoy this food and talk while enjoying some wine. Isn't that nice?"
'Tch, you bastard pig. Do you think you can trick me with a cheap ploy? Especially setting up two young, unclothed maids!'
Robert Jr. sat in the chair at the far left end, and the boss was at the far right end.
The Boss held a glass poured by his assistant, then swirled the glass while staring at Robert Jr.
His smile revealed his gold teeth.
A gaze that might be somewhat arrogant, looking down on Robert Jr.