As A Mafia Boss, I Refuse To Be An Extra
Chapter Summary
Chapter 168: Little Boss[Tranquil City - Warehouse District - Late Night]Six black cars pulled up silently in front of an abandoned warehouse on the edge of the Outer Region, their engines cutting off simultaneously. Thirty men emerged, all wearing perfectly tailored black suits that marked them as Mafia members, their movements coordinated and professional. Alessio walked through the chaos with his hands in his pockets, his small form somehow commanding attention despite the violence erupting a...
Chapter 168: Little Boss[Tranquil City - Warehouse District - Late Night]Six black cars pulled up silently in front of an abandoned warehouse on the edge of the Outer Region, their engines cutting off simultaneously.
Thirty men emerged, all wearing perfectly tailored black suits that marked them as Mafia members, their movements coordinated and professional.
At the center of the formation walked a figure that drew immediate attention despite being the smallest person present.
He was...
Alessio.
Fourteen years old.
Short and thin from years of malnutrition that no amount of recent good food could completely reverse.
But carrying himself with confidence that made his physical size irrelevant.
He wore a black suit identical to the others, perfectly fitted to his small frame, with a dark fedora hat tilted slightly on his head.
The hat was too large, making him look almost comical.
But nobody dared to smile.
The cold intelligence in his eyes made jokes die unspoken.
One of the senior Mafia members, a scarred veteran named Chen, approached and knelt on one knee.
"Little Boss.
Our intelligence confirms twenty-three children being held inside.
Ages ranging from six to fifteen.
All homeless or orphaned.
Being prepared for trafficking to Noble families in other cities.
" Alessio’s expression didn’t change, but his hands clenched briefly.
"Guards?
" "Twelve confirmed.
Mixed D and C rank awakeners.
The operation leader is inside the main office.
C+ rank and former military.
" "Then we proceed as planned.
Rescue the children first and then kill everyone involved.
There should be no survivors among the traffickers.
" His voice was high-pitched, still carrying the tones of youth.
But the words were spoken with absolute certainty.
Chen nodded and stood, gesturing to the assembled Mafia members.
"You heard the Little Boss!
Protect the children!
Eliminate all hostiles!
" BOOM BOOM BOOMThe warehouse doors exploded inward as the Mafia breached simultaneously from three entry points.
"Enemies!
" "We have intruder–" Bam Bam BamGunfire erupted immediately, the traffickers responding with desperate violence.
But they were outmatched from the start.
The Mafia members moved with practiced coordination, their training under Old Man Mike evident in every movement.
Suppressing fire kept the traffickers pinned while assault teams advanced systematically.
Alessio walked through the chaos with his hands in his pockets, his small form somehow commanding attention despite the violence erupting around him.
Bam BamBullets came flying his way but a Mafia member materialized in front of him, taking the shots on reinforced armor, returning fire immediately.
SliceAn enemy tried to flank from the side.
Another Mafia member intercepted, his blade opening the man’s throat before he could get close to the Little Boss.
Thud ThudAlessio didn’t even glance at the bodies falling around him.
He just kept walking toward the back of the warehouse where intelligence indicated the children were being held.
’Master saved me when I had nothing.
Gave me a name when I was just a random beggar.
Showed me that strength and purpose could exist even for someone like me.
Now I save others the same way.
Because that’s what the Mafia does.
It protects those who can’t protect themselves and delivers justice when the system fails.
’The holding cells came into view – makeshift cages constructed from chain-link fences and padlocks.
Inside, twenty-three children huddled together, their faces showing terror and hope mixed together.
"Break them open!
" Chen’s command sent Mafia members forward with bolt cutters and enhanced strength.
POP POPThe locks shattered as the cage doors were swung open.
"...
" For a moment, the children didn’t move, too afraid to believe rescue was real.
Then one of them, a girl maybe nine years old, saw the crimson "M" emblems on the Mafia members’ suits.
"It’s the Mafia!
We’re saved!
THE MAFIA CAME FOR US!
" The dam broke.
Children poured out of the cages, some crying, some laughing hysterically, all of them rushing toward their rescuers like drowning people reaching for life preservers.
"You came!
You actually came!
" "I knew the Mafia would save us!
I knew it!
" "Thank you!
Thank you so much!
" Several children hugged Alessio directly, not caring that he was only slightly older than some of them, just grateful for the salvation he represented.
His expression softened slightly, one hand patting a crying boy’s head with awkward gentleness.
"You’re safe now.
Nobody will hurt you again.
The Mafia protects its own, and everyone in this city is ours to protect.
" Chen approached, his scarred face showing satisfaction.
"Little Boss.
The children are secure and the operation leader is in his office.
We’ve eliminated his guards and shattered his Aura core as you requested.
He’s waiting for you.
" Alessio nodded and gently extracted himself from the children’s embraces.
"Get them to the vehicles.
Give them medical treatment first, then assign them to appropriate orphanages.
Make sure they’re fed and given clean clothes.
" "Understood, Little Boss.
" Alessio walked toward the office, his small form casting a long shadow in the warehouse’s harsh lighting.
The Mafia members formed a path, their respect evident despite his youth and size.
Bang Bang BangEnemies tried to interfere as he walked.
Men with weapons and desperate courage, trying to stop the advance or create an opening.
But...
they didn’t make it close.
The Mafia members flowed around Alessio like water around a stone, intercepting every threat, eliminating every obstacle and ensuring his path remained clear.
SliceA trafficker lunged with a knife.
His head separated from his shoulders before the blade came within three meters of the Little Boss.
"AHHH–" BAMAnother tried to activate a technique.
A Mafia member’s bullet punched through his skull mid-casting.
Two more attempted a coordinated attack but they were cut down simultaneously by crossfire.
Alessio never broke his stride.
He never even acknowledged the violence happening around him.
Just walked calmly forward with his hands in his pockets and his hat tilted slightly.
The office door stood open.
Inside, a middle-aged man knelt on the floor, his expensive suit torn and bloody, his hands bound behind his back.
This was Serion Trent.
Former military officer turned criminal entrepreneur.
The man who’d built this trafficking operation from nothing and made millions selling children to depraved Noble families.
His Aura core had been shattered – a deliberate crippling that left him helpless, unable to access the power that had made him dangerous.
ThudAlessio entered and closed the door behind him, the sound echoing with finality.
Trent looked up with eyes showing pain and rage.
"You have no fucking idea what you’ve done, Kid!
No idea who you’re going against.
" His voice was strained but still carrying arrogance.
"The Noble family backing this operation will destroy your pathetic little Mafia.
They will hunt down every member and make examples of them.
Your ’Mysterious Sir’ will die screaming, and everyone who followed him will–" "Shhhhh...
" Alessio raised one finger to his lips, the gesture somehow more threatening than any weapon.
"It doesn’t matter which Noble family controls this sick business of trafficking children, selling them like property and using wealth and influence to escape consequences.
" He reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a handgun, the weapon looking oversized in his small hands but held with practiced familiarity.
"None of that matters because this is Mafia territory now.
And in Mafia territory, our rules are absolute.
Anyone who harms children under our protection dies without any exceptions or any mercy.
" Trent’s face went pale as he realized threats and connections wouldn’t save him.
"Wait!
I can pay!
I have money hidden!
Resources!
Information about other operations!
Just let me–" BANG.
The gunshot was deafening in the enclosed space.
Trent’s head snapped back, a neat hole appearing in his forehead, brain matter splattering against the wall behind him.
His body slumped to the side, eyes still wide with disbelief.
Alessio lowered the gun calmly with no visible emotion on his face or any trembling in his hands despite having just taken a life.
Then, he turned and walked out of the office without looking back at the corpse.
Outside, several Mafia members were waiting, their expressions showing mixed admiration and unease.
"Little Boss is so cruel.
He didn’t hesitate one bit.
" One whispered to his companion.
"Remember when he took his first life?
He didn’t even puke.
Just stared at the body for a minute, then moved on like nothing happened.
Most of us needed some time after our first kill, but he needed a fucking sandwich.
" "Well, you don’t know the full story.
" An older member interjected quietly.
"It’s said he was named by Sir himself.
The Mysterious Sir who built this entire organization.
And Alessio calls him ’Master.
’ That kind of relationship means something.
Means Sir saw potential in him that justified personal attention.
" "Plus he has S rank talent.
Unlike us, he has a very bright future ahead of him.
" Another added.
"Confirmed by Old Man Mike himself.
He’ll be taking the entrance exam soon and probably will enter the Stormhold Academy.
" "It’s not just him either.
"