The two beautiful, unclad maids walked toward Robert Jr. They took the bottle of Wine from the table, then poured a little into a Pinot Noir glass.
The aroma of the Wine spread into Robert Jr.'s nose. His eyes remained focused on the Chinese Mafia Boss, who was sipping wine while playing with his Assistant's chest.
'This insane bastard, he has no manners at all. Is he trying to show this off to me? Haha. I myself am not interested in young girls. That smile truly disgusts me.'
"Sir, please enjoy."
The voice of the unclad Maid on his right—who had long, dark blue flowing hair and a pair of pink eyes—was heard.
She bowed, handing over the Pinot Noir glass with a little Wine, while moving her right hand close to Robert Jr.'s thigh.
A pair of breasts were clearly visible, dangling.
They were beautiful, looking very firm and quite large, with her lips appearing inviting.
Then, the other Maid, who was behind his right, began to intensely grope Robert Jr.'s chest.
Her two breasts pressed against Robert Jr.'s shoulder as she brought her cherry lips close to his right ear, blowing softly and letting out a small moan.
'Disgusting girl. Your heavy breath can be felt even here. Even though I'm wearing a mask, I can feel it.'
"Enough! Tell me, why did you call me here, Chinese Mafia Boss?"
The Boss fell silent, smirked, then calmly placed his glass on the table, and slowly released his grip on his Assistant's breast.
His Assistant, who had momentarily moaned in pleasure, immediately stopped.
She stepped aside, calming herself, then returned to staring at Robert Jr. seriously.
"Ohh, I thought you wanted to enjoy this banquet for a while. It seems you are impatient. Very well, I'll explain."
Robert Jr. shifted slightly, annoyed because the unclad maid's fingers began to intensely grope his body.
"Get out of the way, you prostitute! Don't come near me!"
The two maids were surprised and stepped back slightly, their expressions turning to fear.
They bowed their bodies.
"Sorry, Sir, for the inconvenience. I will leave."
'Hoho, it turns out he's not interested in beautiful women like them.'
The Chinese Mafia Boss reached for a document previously given by the assistant beside him, then read it calmly.
"We respect the established Mafia. Therefore, we want to cooperate and share the profits. Let's consider this a joint investment. With one condition: we need full maneuvering room outside your main territory. Of course, we are ready to be your backup. What do you think, Angel's Blood? This cooperation benefits both parties."
The Boss placed his paper back on the table, with a serious look toward Robert Jr., who was listening, silent while folding both hands on the table.
'He seems easy to cooperate with. But why do I feel something is amiss? Of course, I won't agree immediately. Come to think of it, their treatment was different from the start. Wait, is he planning to trap me?'
Robert Jr. recalled his initial arrival, and the suspicion was reinforced by the treatment of the two young maids earlier.
He faintly smelled a strange odor coming from the maid's breath.
'Why is he smiling?'
Robert Jr. stared at the Boss, who was calmly smiling suspiciously while swirling his glass and tapping the table slowly.
'A curse upon him! It's true—he slipped the poison through that harlot's breath. My body feels strange; the toxin is spreading through my lungs!'
Robert Jr. remained calm, suppressing his body's reaction.
His legs trembled slightly under the table.
His face began to sweat behind the mask, as he regulated his breathing slowly.
'I have an interesting idea. Do you think I'm a normal human? A little poison like this, how could it kill me?'
"What do you think, Leader? Why do you look so silent? Oh, did something happen to you, hehe?"
The Chinese Mafia Boss chuckled, narrowing his eyes.
His saliva even splattered onto the table as he looked at Robert Jr., whose body seemed to be trembling slightly, silent as a statue.
'It looks like my plan is working. What a careless mafia leader! Do you think this country belongs to you?'
The Chinese Mafia Boss glanced at the young, unclad maid who was a bit far from him.
They looked at each other, then the woman gave a naughty wink as if giving a code.
'Hehe, wait for me, little kitty. Your boss here will give you a special prize until you pass out. Your work is amazing. Who wouldn't be interested in a sexy girl like you? Maybe only him, this bastard.'
Robert Jr. suddenly stood up, causing his sitting chair to scrape backward.
He slammed the table with his right hand.
The strong tremor caused the wine glasses to spill, flowing and wetting the table.
"You pig! You dare to set a trap for me? Aren't you afraid my subordinates will massacre your mafia in this country? Don't be too happy yet!"
Robert Jr. coughed behind his mask, showing his body trembling violently to withstand the pain.
"Afraid? Haha, don't misunderstand. You're just a small-time mafia who only roams around every small country. Why should I be afraid of you?"
The Chinese Mafia Boss looked arrogant, then walked to the side, approaching Robert Jr. while holding a glass of Wine.
"Remember, we are Mafia from the third largest country. Whatever we do, dealing with you and begging you is very ridiculous. Tell me where your mistake lies. It seems you are just the most careless leader I have ever met. Look at yourself, does it hurt, hehe?"
Robert Jr. listened to his rant, watching him with a sidelong glance.
The Boss walked calmly, his true nature appearing, until the Boss stood on his right.
"Haha, indeed. I might seem careless. However, there is something I want to tell you."
Robert Jr.'s voice was trembling and stammering.
His left hand was ready to grab the pistol hidden beneath his tuxedo jacket, while glancing around the room.
"You arrogant one! Why don't you just die quickly? Why are you holding back the poison? Remember, the world is vast, but you only know a few things."
Then, the Chinese Mafia Boss poured wine on top of Robert Jr.'s head while laughing.
The wine liquid soaked his fedora hat, dripping onto his shirt and flowing down his mask.
Robert Jr. looked furious with that behavior.
He was patient, only paying attention to his Assistant, who seemed to be holding something behind her back, watching from a distance.
After Robert Jr. confirmed that, he quickly grabbed his pistol from under his tuxedo jacket using his left hand, then pulled the trigger toward the Assistant.
The pistol roared!
They seemed shocked. Before the Boss on the right could kick him, Robert Jr. had pulled the trigger, and the Assistant seemed unprepared to deflect the rapidly approaching bullet.
The bullet—which was rifle-sized ammunition—hit the woman assistant's center chest.
A large hole gaped, blood splattered, and flesh scattered.
The woman was thrown backward, instantly dead without resistance.
The Boss next to him stumbled because he failed to kick Robert Jr. He fell prone after Robert Jr. quickly dodged his kick.
A loud noise came from inside the room, causing the guard at the door to quickly open it while pointing his weapon.
The unclad maid screamed after seeing the Chinese Boss's Assistant die horribly.
One of them ran to hide, while the other ran toward the Assistant's pistol, which was thrown near the window, a bit far from her.
Robert Jr., already vigilant, aimed his pistol and pulled the trigger quickly, just moments before the guard could pull his trigger.
BOOM!
A loud gunshot howled inside the room.
The guard's ears rang, while the bullet struck the guard's neck until it was shattered.
His neck bone jutted out, and his head was almost separated from his body.
He collapsed near the entrance of the room.
His head hung to the right, and blood flowed, splattering.
Robert Jr. glanced to the left, seeing the maid running to grab the pistol.
He aimed the pistol at her, then pressed the trigger again.
The fast bullet hit her right on the back, penetrating her kidney.
She died instantly with a hot lead hole that passed through to her stomach.
The Boss was terrified.
He screamed in disbelief, his voice choked, seeing Robert Jr. now looking completely normal, as if the poison had not affected him at all.
"W-Why?! W-Why didn't the poison kill you?! You should be dead! No, no, please don't kill me! Give me a chance to live!"
He pleaded, crawling away from Robert Jr.
Then Robert Jr. turned toward the Chinese Mafia Boss.
"Pig, you just said that I was unknowledgeable, haha. Why? Why didn't I die? This is what I want to tell you."
He slowly took off his mask with his right hand, revealing his Demonic form: fiery red eyes, small horns protruding from the center of his forehead.
Robert Jr. smiled widely, showing his long fangs, then stuck out his tongue.
"I'm not human, you stupid bastard, hahaha!"
Robert Jr. then punched his own chest.
Immediately, a clump of blood came out of his mouth, and he spat it out in front of the Boss.
The blood affected by the poison looked purplish.
"Oooaarrgghh"
The clump fell on the floor.
A wet plap sound echoed in the Chinese Mafia Boss's ears.
His eyes looked terrified, looking at Robert Jr.'s triumphant face.
"Look, how can someone like me be poisoned by a little toxin like this, haha. If you ask why I came alone and why I seemed careless? The answer is: I only see you as low and small creatures. Why should I be afraid? Isn't that right, CHINESE MAFIA BOSS?!"