Chapter 56: Is It His Birthday?
Mobley looked up at Stanley, the problem child who had somehow already seated himself at the grand piano in the hall, while the hired piano teacher had long since vanished without a trace.
Although Stanley had caused him plenty of trouble over the years, he had also resolved many of the family's crises. Most importantly, Stanley had been sent by the Terrio family above to assist him.
No matter how big a mess Stanley made, Mobley had no choice but to clean up after him.
He withdrew his gaze, stood up, and raised his glass of red wine, proclaiming loudly, "To the prosperity of the Mobley family, cheers!"
"Cheers!"
The various leaders all rose to their feet, and the atmosphere became one of joyous harmony.
"Why hasn't that kid shown up yet?" Mobley glanced at the subordinate standing behind him, his face showing displeasure as he spoke. "Go hurry him up immediately. How improper to keep so many uncles and elders waiting."
The building where Mobley and the others resided was only about ten meters away from the banquet hall. Even if he had been crawling, he should have arrived by now.
Just then, a discordant noise came from outside the hall.
Only family leaders were allowed inside the main hall for the formal banquet, while their subordinates had gathered in the villa's courtyard outside.
Could it be that conflicts had broken out among the lower-ranking members?
Mobley frowned slightly. The family's businesses spanned various industries, and their territory covered every corner of the city.
But whether between different businesses or different territories, some were better than others.
Even the same white powder could have vastly different prices.
It was normal for minor squabbles and disputes to occur among the smaller groups from time to time.
Mobley understood this well, but causing trouble on this particular day meant crossing him and challenging the entire family.
Without needing his orders.
The major leaders already understood the implications and had sent people to check the situation, restraining their own men to prevent them from making mistakes at this critical moment and bringing trouble upon themselves.
But soon, the subordinate who had just gone out came running back in a panic.
"N-No good!" The subordinate, too flustered to watch where he was going, knocked over a hostess. "M-Murder... someone's been killed..."
Hearing about murder, all the major leaders present sprang to their feet immediately.
Minor scuffles among family brothers were tolerable, but drawing blood and killing violated the rules—especially during such an important gathering tonight.
This was simply asking for death.
The leaders' faces turned ashen, each fearing it was their own foolish subordinate who had caused the trouble.
But the subordinate hadn't finished speaking. Catching his breath, he continued, "...It's enemies. They've come to kill us."
As these words fell.
Everyone was shocked.
Only Stanley remained at the piano, lost in his own world, playing Beethoven's "Fate Symphony."
"How many are there? Is it the Filias from Torno City?"
"Did the enemies bring heavy weapons?"
...
The big bosses were all on high alert, drawing their personal weapons as they looked toward the entrance of the hall.
That underling was just about to answer the various bosses' questions.
Tap, tap, tap—
The sound of footsteps suddenly echoed.
A man was seen slowly walking in from outside, stepping into the hall.
The man held a blade in his right hand, while his left hand carried a severed head.
The moment Mobley saw that head, his eyes nearly burst with rage—the chubby head belonged to his son!
Mord glanced at the decorations in the hall and asked, "Is this a birthday party for someone?"
Sensing everyone's gazes.
He looked down at the chubby head in his hand.
"Could it be for him?"
With that, he casually tossed it toward the distant banquet table. The head rolled several times and came to a stop right in front of the mob boss Mobley.
"The... the enemy is just one person..." The underling finally found the chance to answer the bosses' earlier question.
"What about the brothers outside in the courtyard?" one of the bosses shouted.
Since Mord was blocking the main entrance, someone ran to the second floor and looked out the window into the courtyard.
The villa's courtyard was piled high with a thick layer of corpses, severed limbs scattered everywhere. The crimson blood had even dyed the artificial lake in the villa's courtyard red.
Such a gruesome scene made even him, a mob boss, gasp in shock.
"Since I'm standing here, naturally, I've killed them all."
When Mord stormed into the Mobley family's headquarters, he happened to run into Mobley III, who had just arrived from the other side. From the way everyone treated him, Mord deduced his identity.
That fat bastard had some guts, grabbing a machine gun and aiming it straight at Mord.
In the end, Mord decapitated him with a single slash.
The box containing the Greed Island game memory card that he carried with him naturally fell into Mord's hands.
"Everyone's here, right?" Mord looked at everyone in the hall, judging from their attire that they were all Mobley family bosses. "I have a question for you."
"Two hours ago, in the Tyanford residential area downtown, who threw those two grenades?"
At first, the bosses thought Mord was sent by a rival gang from a neighboring city, but now it seemed that wasn't the case at all.
He killed so many people just to ask this question?
This guy is a fucking lunatic.
The mob bosses instinctively turned their heads, looking toward Stanley, who was playing the piano.
"Understood."
Having gotten his answer, Mord nodded and gently stroked the blade with his left hand.
In that case, none of you have any reason to live.
A blinding flash of electricity lit up as Mord transformed into a bolt of lightning, piercing through the bodies of all the bosses, big and small, before him.
"Thud!"
A spray of blood erupted in the air.
In the blink of an eye, all the more than ten bosses present, including Mobley, lay dead on the ground, not even having time to scream.
Ding-dong-dong-dong!
The passionate "Fate Symphony" also reached its conclusion at that moment.
Stanley stood up, looked at Mord, and applauded. "Well killed. For ants like these, death is their best fate."
"I know you and I are the same kind of people." Stanley pointed at Mord, a mysterious smile spreading across his face. "You have a Nen Ability, don't you?"
Stanley extended his hand as aura materialized and enveloped his right fist.
"Fascinating, isn't it? Just by wrapping your fist with aura, even the hardest rock can be shattered effortlessly."
Was this meant to be an introductory lesson about Nen Ability for him?
Mord looked at the other man as if he were an idiot. After listening for a moment, he realized this guy actually thought mastering Ten meant he had already learned Nen Ability.
He had initially thought this might be some master.
Well, even the Shadow Beasts—representing the Ten Dons' strongest combat force—were nothing remarkable.
Let alone these low-level gangsters.
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