I Become a Mafia in the Academy

As the two of them walked slowly towards the mansion, a middle-aged man wearing a fedora approached them with a smile.

“Ah, If it isn’t Detective Kang Cheol-ha?”

Startled by the sudden appearance of the man, Han Jong-soo aimed his gun at him.

“Don’t move!”

“STOP you moron.”

However, Kang Cheol-ha quickly snatched the gun and shouted.

“Senior?”

Kang Cheol-ha cautiously spoke to the man who had approached him.

“…What bring you here, Mr. Parnello?”

The second-in-command of the Corleone family, a man known as the right-hand man of the boss and called “Corleone’s bloodhound,” Parnello Ramichi, had suddenly appeared before them.

“P-Parnello?! Senior! That’s the guy! He’s Corleone’s…Eup!””

Quickly covering Han Jong-soo’s mouth, Kang Cheol-ha put the gun that had been in his other hand back into its holster and asked again.

“What brings you here, Mr. Parnello?”

Though sweat ran down Kang Cheol-ha’s face, Parnello smiled as if nothing was wrong and replied.

“It’s a ‘Execution’ ordered by Corleone. There have been rumors recently that drugs are being distributed in this neighborhood.”

Kang Cheol-ha’s mind began to spin quickly upon hearing those words.

Indeed, it had been quite some time since he had received information that drugs were being distributed in the Blunte Family’s area in the immigrant neighborhood.

At first, he had thought they should stop it, but the instructions from his superiors were different.

[Leave it alone.]

Could it be that the higher-ups knew about this? What should we do here?

Then, he saw a man lying down in the Blunte’s garden, and a boy with blood on his fist, staring blankly at the sky.

Is that boy also an executor of Corleone? Then who is the person lying down?

‘It’s Carno Blunte.’ That’s for sure.

Did that boy defeat Carno Blunte? Who on earth is he?

Suddenly, only one photo came to his mind.

A photo of a man covered in blood, coming out of a dungeon in the immigrant district.

And now, that boy had the same red aura as the man in the photo.

Events began to unravel in Gang Cheol-ha’s mind.

This was Don Vito Corleone’s order.

The man who came with the boy was Corleone’s second-in-command.

He then must have a significant connection with Don Vito Corleone.

That means…

“Haa.”

Gang Cheol-ha let out a sigh, removing his hand that was covering Han Jong-soo’s mouth, and wiped it on his clothes.

“Senior…”

“You stay quiet.”

Gang Cheol-ha looked at Parnello, who was looking at him, and said.

“We received a report that gunshots were heard from the Blunte family, but it seems like they were just fireworks.”

Parnello chuckled at Gang Cheol-ha’s words.

“Yes, that’s right. There was a retirement party for the Blunte family today.”

“Senior?”

Han Jong-soo looked at Gang Cheol-ha in surprise.

“In that case, we will handle the gunshot report as a result of the fireworks used in the retirement party for the Blunte family.”

“Thank you for your consideration.”

Gang Cheol-ha nodded in response to Parnello’s words and smiled.

“In that case, let’s handle the situation like this… Anyway, that boy really resembles Don Vito Corleone.”

“Are you referring to him? Yes, you’re right. Anyone would know who he is just by looking at his appearance.”

Han Jong-soo said in surprise at Parnello’s words.

“Could it be that the boy is…?”

“Yes, that’s correct.”

A red aura flowing all over his body.

Red blood was flowing down his fists.

A white mist that continuously flows out, as if expressing his breathlessness.

Parnello smiled as he looked at the boy.

“He will be the new ‘Boss’ of Corleone.”

***

The sound of rain hitting the window was the only thing that could be faintly heard in the patrol car.

The two of them were silently on their way back to the police station.

“Senior. What did we just hear?”

The first to break the silence was Han Jong-soo, who was sitting in the passenger seat.

“Do you even doubt what we saw? Corleone’s son just destroyed the Blunte family.”

With those words, Gang Cheol-ha took a cigarette from his breast pocket with his left hand and lit it.

“Haa, This is really messed up.”

The emergence of Don Vito Corleone’s son.

It was sure to cause a big storm in Korea in one way or another, so Gang Cheol-ha’s mind was full of complexity.

“For now, we’ll handle the gunshot report like it was fireworks. I’ll report the Corleone-related information separately to the chief, so you just stay put.”

“Yes, sir.”

Gang Cheol-ha let out a sigh mixed with smoke.

“There will be an uproar soon.”

Little by little, Gang Cheol-ha could see what was going to happen in the future.

***

The next morning, as usual, I opened my eyes on the bed.

“…How much has my body recovered?”

Last night, I was able to come home with Parnello’s help, as my whole body was covered in wounds from a fierce battle.

And as if anticipating this situation, people with healing abilities flocked to me as soon as I arrived home, and I had a miraculous experience of all my wounds healing in just one day.

The time now is 7:30 in the morning.

Fortunately, I had woken up before going to the academy.

“Have you woken up, Young Master?”

Then, I heard Parnello’s gentle voice next to me.

It seems that he had been protecting me while I was asleep.

“Parnello, what about Carlo? Is he dead?”

I asked, and Parnello shook his head.

“No, he is currently confined in our warehouse, and the boss will take care of him.”

“…Is it so?”

When I got up from bed, a tremendous pain rushed through my muscles like a scream.

Was it only the wounds that were healed?

“You don’t have to push yourself, Young Master. Shall I inform the academy for your absense?”

I stood up completely while enduring the pain, and shaking to Parnello, who spoke with a worried tone.

“It’s okay, I can manage. Thank you for your concern.”

“Oh, and by the way, Young Master, a package has arrived for you.”

Parnello said that and took something solid-looking from under the bed.

“When I was cleaning up the Blunte family’s mansion, a man gave this to me, saying it’s yours.”

What Parnello handed me was a fairly large black bag.

“The gunsmith said to pass it along to you. He said he’ll repay you for your kindness.”

I received the bag from Parnello.

Black metal pieces were visible through the slightly open gap.

“You got yourself some good stuff, Young Master.”

“You think so?”

I smiled at Parnello’s talk and put the bag down on the floor.

If Parnello himself said that, I can expect a good reaction at the academy from now on, can’t I?