Free Web NovelChapter 91: Chapter 91: Cleaning House_1
As time ticked by, Carlo grew increasingly restless.
The stacks of high-value banknotes and bars of gold and jewelry neatly arranged on his desk added up to several thousand pounds, but the killer still stood with arms folded against the wall, immobile as a mountain and showing no interest in the fortune that ordinary people could never hope to earn in a lifetime.
If possible, Carlo actually wished the man would take the money and disappear as far as possible.
His current situation was no different from being held hostage by this second generation "Filthblood Reaper" on the spot, with the dozen or so brothers and bodyguards outside rendered utterly useless.
The arrival of the killer was truly baffling. Had he been aware that he was targeted by some enemy, he would have hired more bodyguards and hidden his tracks more carefully. He couldn’t figure out how he had managed to offend this assassin organization.
If the killer had come only for money, at least Carlo would have had some idea of what to expect, but the killer’s current behavior left Carlo completely in the dark about his intentions.
Ever since Carlo had arranged the money on the desk, no matter how he tried to engage the other man in conversation, he got no response. The uncertainty bred fear that grew in the silence, making Carlo feel like he had a target on his back, and even the pendulum in the grandfather clock in the corner seemed to be swinging countless times slower in his eyes.
Aiden watched the time on the grandfather clock, waiting.
He had already performed the first two acts of his play, and now he was waiting for the supporting characters to make their entrance.
He was sure they would return. By using a snitch in the Mounted Police, they kept continuous tabs on the Skull Gang’s internal movements.
And Aiden had also taken the liberty to add an extra actor into the mix.
Soon, the sound of noisy footsteps traveled along the floor, and those guarding outside started shouting as if more guests had barged into the office.
Here they come—Aiden immediately tensed, readying his spellcasting while stepping behind a puzzled Carlo, preparing to use the chair and the man sitting on it as a shield at any moment.
The room’s door was kicked open, and armed thugs swarmed into the room, fanning out in formation, their guns quickly covering the whole room.
Following these thugs was a middle-aged man with an immaculately trimmed mustache, dressed like a nouveau riche, leaning on a cane and wearing an expression of rage.
"Mr. Borbo?" Carlo was stunned.
The man following the gunmen was none other than the current boss of the Skull Gang. Although Carlo had climbed the ranks to become a top lieutenant, just one step below the boss himself, such a figurehead still loomed above him.
Although the big boss occasionally visited his lieutenants, he almost never burst into the office without a word, and certainly not by first sending in more than twenty armed thugs.
When a gang leader personally leads so many armed men, it generally means either a raid or a vendetta bloodbath, and if it’s against one of his own... it’s purging the ranks.
Yet Carlo Bollpo’s first thought didn’t go in that direction; despite always being suspected of overshadowing the boss with his achievements within the gang, there were rules in the gang, and officially, the big boss had no reason to turn on him. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com
Seeing the boss bringing so many people, he was initially confused, then thought the boss must have learned about his situation beforehand and had come to rescue him from the hostage situation.
Overjoyed, he was about to say something when the boss erupted before him, "You damn fool! Did you actually think about hiring a hitman to take my head!?"
"What are you talking about?" Carlo was completely baffled.
"Caught red-handed and still trying to argue your way out?" The gang boss furiously raised his walking stick, pointing and gesturing at him, "Your man has already quietly told me everything!!"
Aiden glanced outside the room door and saw a young man with scars on his face looking in nervously.
Well done, he thought to himself.
Two days ago, when the young man visited Slyne in prison, Aiden discreetly passed on the "secret intelligence from the mounted police’s informant": that Carlo Bollpo was plotting to kill the gang leader and take over the position, and at eight o’clock that night, he would personally conspire with the assassin in his own office.
"An undercover informant from the mounted police might be suspected, but you should be fine. Just say you overheard it by chance and inform your gang leader, and that guy will be done for." That’s how Aiden had egged him on at the time.
Aiden wasn’t sure if the young man would really choose to take the risk and believe him for the sake of avenging a good brother. In fact, he had also already arranged for the mounted police’s inside informant to disclose this "intelligence" to the gang leaders.
But if the young man was willing to do it, it would undoubtedly make the leader of the Skull Gang find the intelligence more credible. After all, by common sense, a low-level henchman under Carlo wouldn’t have the guts to joke about his own gang leader.
"Oh dear, Mr. Borbo, the target you spoke of has come to the door himself; you’re completely exposed, aren’t you?" Aiden timely intercepted the conversation, sighing as if with regret.
As he spoke, he once again demonstrated the "miracle" of physical transformation, his body collapsing rapidly, and soon he changed back from a giant to a child-like figure, his voice returning to its youthful pitch, "You’ve been so careless; it’s hard for me to work with you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he darted behind Carlo’s chair, making it impossible for anyone present to aim at him.
The gang boss and the armed thugs all changed their expressions; they had only heard of one killer who could change his body so willfully.
"You are..." The gang boss narrowed his eyes.
"You should understand once you see this." Aiden pulled out a badge of the Meiruki slave and tossed it up, arc-ing it towards the doorway. An alert gunman caught it quickly and then passed it to the gang boss to inspect.
"Offspring of the Meiruki?" The gang boss exclaimed in shock.
"The second-generation ’Filthblood Reaper’; you should understand now," Aiden once again donned this persona.
"No wonder it costs so much..." The gang boss glanced at the huge sum of money on the table, then at Carlo sitting in the chair, his expression turning sinister in an instant, "At least you’ve put a fine price on my head, not bad, not bad!"
Carlo suddenly realized, the huge sum of money on the table and the arrival of a top-level assassin in his room, and at this time, someone went and told the gang boss that he was plotting murder to usurp the position... it all seemed to fit the narrative!
He had been set up!! freёwebnoѵel.com
"This has nothing to do with me!!" Carlo sprang up from his chair, pointing behind it to defend himself, "It was him! He came to me out of nowhere!!"
"Oh dear, Mr. Borbo, is it really appropriate at this time to push everything onto me?" Aiden laughed with composure, "I’m the only one who can save your life here."
