My Second Marriage with the Mafia Kingpin novel Chapter 136

Chapter 136: Lay low

Meanwhile, those who had access to the underground black market...

Somewhere in a small apartment, trash littered the entire place. All the lights were switched off, leaving only the computer monitor as the source of light in the room.

"What the..." came a groggy, disbelieving voice as the advertisement banner reflected in his eyes.

His dry lips parted... then his jaw dropped.

"...did he play roulette and land on White Serpent instead of Dominion—fuck!"

He shot up from his chair so fast it screeched against the floor.

"No, no, no—why White Serpent?!"

The man dragged both hands into his hair, pacing in the cramped space, nearly tripping over the scattered trash. His gaze snapped back to the screen... then to the file sitting beside it.

The file he deliberately hadn’t sent, just to avoid this exact situation.

"...shit." His breathing hitched. "Shit—shit—shit!"

He grabbed the file, then froze.

"Did he find out?" he whispered, but only the hum of the monitor answered him.

"...No. No, he couldn’t have. I didn’t send it. There’s no way he—" His eyes darted back to the screen.

The banner.

That damn banner.

"Fuck!" He threw the file back onto the desk, knocking over an empty can that clattered loudly onto the floor.

"I didn’t send it for a reason!" he snapped, as if arguing with someone who wasn’t there. "I was trying to keep us out of it!"

Out of a deadly war.

A full-blown war between two giants: Dominion and the White Serpent.

But now...

"Why?!" he hissed, grabbing his hoodie again, his fingers trembling. "Why would you poke White Serpent of all people?!"

His gaze slowly shifted back to the file. The file that could catapult all of this if he gave it to Ghost.

What was it?

It was just one clear record that connected Patrick, the supposed ambush, and the White Serpent’s new don.

"...don’t tell me..." his voice dropped, dread creeping in. "Ghost already knows... and is just testing me?"

He swallowed hard. "...I’m dead."

*****

Meanwhile, somewhere across the globe...

"Hmm?" Silvestre tilted his head, checking the massive advertisement banner on the black market site—a tarot card labeled:

[Today’s Mood]

There were very few people who could manipulate this market. Even the government couldn’t.

But there was only one person who could do something like this, and crazy enough to provoke an organization like the White Serpent.

Ghost.

The shadowy figure holding a white serpent in the image made it obvious.

Anyone in the underground could read that symbol like an alphabet.

It was a warning.

"What did we do to revive this holy ghost?" he wondered, though his eyes narrowed with interest. "And he appeared right after we provoked Dominion."

Silvestre nodded slowly. "Now, this is interesting. I thought Lucian had been getting boring, but it seems he still has some tricks up his sleeve."

"Boss." A voice came from the front passenger seat, glancing back at him. "We’re almost there."

Silvestre smiled widely. "Cancel it."

The next day, in Dominion...

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