Chapter 13 - Wake Up As Mafia Boss (2/2)
”Follow him!” Rag ordered with a terrifying voice and anger.
The young Don continued to run away from the site through the secret tunnel. He was lucky to fall down to this place. But another trouble came in front of his view after he took an hour to arrive. He arrived at a dead end. There's a door above him. There's no ladder nor any secret door at the edge of this tunnel, however. He wandered his eyes to look for the alternative items to climb up.
”Damn it,” he clicked his tongue, ”Is there a way to escape this mess? F.u.c.kin' ridiculous. You gotta f.u.c.kin' kidding me!” His gaze turned at the other side as a sound of footsteps were coming in. ”C'mon, there's no way it is just a simple dough tunnel. There's a high possibility that there's a ⸺ oh...” His eyes caught something interested and grinned.
”Where the f.u.c.k is he now?” Rag's face trembled in anger. ”Where the f.u.c.k is Hermes Archnemesis? Goddamn it!”
”Sir, there's a door above us. He might be…. You know what I meant right?” the blonde-haired man agitated after his leader showed him a terrifying gaze. ”You do know what? Why don't you climb up there and use your brain? How can possibly a teenager like him could climb up that f.u.c.kin' door without any items to use here. There's no way he used a ladder nor a rope to get there. Did we miss a point here, huh?” Rag exclaimed as he pointed his index at the door while stomping the surface. ”But, sir. There's no way he can escape without it? He's a weak and magicless child according to the records. Also, the boss told us that his acquaintance had already grasped and predicted he won't be able to find this place and escape. But is it possible?” The bald man sniffed the rock beside him and said with a grave tone, ”He might use his body to climb up by stretching his legs and arms from the opposite side to elevate himself. There's a high chance he uses it. Looking at narrowed and the small size of this place, it is the plausible option to do so.”
The whole crew gulped after he said it.
”Then, what are you fools waiting for? Get a rope and get your asses up there and chase him down!”
Several minutes later, one of the henchmen arrived with a tangled rope. The bald man volunteered to climb up first and used his body to climb up like the method he assumed the young Don used before. He opened the door after he arrived at the top and he noticed the place seemed familiar. However, he ignored this thought and moved around to tie the rope which had at the pole with a strong physique and body.
”Sir, it's done. You can climb up now!”
Rag and his henchmen nodded at one another. One by one, the group climbed up via rope. A few minutes later, Rag who had his hands grabbed the rope so tight felt something behind but he ignored it. He continued to climb with no worries.
”Sir, we check the whole area but no one is here.” the bald man reported with his head down after he arrived. ”Is that so? What the? We went back to where we started, huh?” Rag's eyes turned dismayed as he saw the familiar ceiling and walls around them. It was the old warehouse where they fought the young Don.
”Sir, what should we do now?” the others looked annoyed after they noticed their failure to capture the kid.
”I don't know either,” Rag leaned his back against the wall and lifted down his gun, ”You guys check the other place.”
The henchmen saluted and moved out away from his position.
”Oh…., Does anyone of you have some cigarettes, huh? Ah, shit. They're gone.”
”Here, ” a young voice gave something, ”Thanks, wait a minute,” his eyes turned pale after he saw a small bullet from his palm. He quickly diverted his gaze at his right side by attempting to pull up his gun, however, he was too late. The pistol barrel had already pressed to his forehead and the bullet on his palm dropped to the floor after he saw the young Don face to face again.
”You brat,” Rag clenched his teeth and dropped down the gun before he raised his hands. ”You won't escape from here. We already surrounded the place so there's no way in hell you can.” But his words didn't flatter and frightened the young Don and he just put his pinky finger to his ears to clean it. ”Yeah, yeah, everyone knows that. Anyways, I have a question for you before your henchmen discover us.” Rag slowly tilted his head with confusion. ”What do you want from me?” Hermes slowly walked to the right side while his gun still pressed to the opponent's forehead. ”Who is the one you are mentioning earlier? Don't play dumb. I'm not even surprised in the first place anyway. I want to know who is the person who can predict my movements and whereabouts. Is she a witch or something? Answer these questions. I want to know the person who predicted my position before you guys arrived. If you don't answer this simple test then, don't expect me to show any mercy. We both know I'm not the kind of person who bluffs my action. Right?”
”R-r-right. Please show mercy on me, sir.” Rag clicked his tongue as he said it. The young Don smirk behind his mask and instructed him to lay his whole body down the surface thereafter. Next, he asked him to place both of his arms behind his head. ”Now, you won't do any harm from me so speak up. If your henchmen arrive here before you answer it. You'll a dead man. You have a few minutes or seconds to answer anyway.”
'You won't get away from this, brat.' The expression of Rag upon hearing his warning made the young Don pleased to continue harassing him with sarcastic words. But he needed to get some intel before the henchmen arrived. Of course, he was just bluffing to kill him but he was not lying to shoot him from any nonvital parts, however.
”I don't know who she is but I heard from the rumors that she indeed has an ability to foresee future events before it could happen. I don't know if she has a blood of a witch but from the perceptions of our boss, she is a powerful being that you won't be able to escape, brat.”
Hermes smugged after hearing his confession. A witch in this world was very rare and no one had seen one before. In his previous knowledge about this game, one of his co-workers added some background stories about the game world. But today, he was unamused about the intel he gathered. A powerful being who had always predicted his movements was indeed a dangerous person to face on. If she could find him via her powers then he won't be able to escape his death.
”So, can you give me some details about the person? A specific description?” asked Hermes, slowly stepped away from Rag. ”Anything you still know about that person?”
”She is a girl who always wore her blue cloak. She has a crescent moon necklace around her neck. That's all.” Rag replied in a low tone. ”That's all I know. If you want to know more, just ask our Underboss.”
”That's new. I never heard someone who wears a necklace like that.” Hermes placed his left hand on his chin while thinking about it. ”Oh, anyways. I don't care about her anymore. If she wants to fight me, then fine with me. But I have another question, Mr. Rag.”
”What the f.u.c.k? How many questions do you want to know, brat?” His face turned blue after the pistol placed it to his mouth. ”Ib... sobby” Rag couldn't finish his words for saying ”I'm sorry.”
Rag screamed inside his mind with cold sweat. From his viewpoint, the young Don was a monster in the form of a teenager. Did the information about him was true? He questioned the competency of their comrades who gathered intel about him.
”So, are you still willing to cooperate with me, Mr. Rag?” The eyes of the young Don made him agreed with a nod. Rag obsequious replied, ”Y-y-yes, Mr. Archnemesis. I don't mind to answer it with p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e.”
”Anyways, if you guys knew all about me then you did know I have a servant with me, right? So, I want you to answer it straight to the point. Did you guys catch my servant?” Hermes's face turned black with his scarlet eyes shone after the moonlight illuminated their place. Rag gulped and replied, ”We do know about your servant but I don't know where he is right now. Our only objective was to capture you alive before your servant arrives to save you.”
The young Don sat down in a duck sit while his head leaned on his left palm. He tilted his neck while his gun was still pointed at Rag's forehead.
”Seriously, so that moron was still around somewhere.”He said with an annoying tone. ” Good thing, he is not yet being caught by you morons. Crap, your men are coming back.”
The young Don quickly dashed away from his position through the shadows. Upon hearing that, Rag closed his eyes and screamed with forgiveness.
”Sir, the place is already secured. The brat is not here. And ― why are you screaming and laying down there, sir?” The bald man tilted his head with confusion. Rag blinked his eyes, coughed once and stood up quickly, ”Wa- the f.u.c.k are you doing here? That brat is going in that direction. Call everyone, ASAP. Chase him down!”