I Became The Mafia Boss Inside The Novel

The distant sun shone brightly, illuminating the entirety of the courtyard.

On the courtyard gym section, a black haired young man with a scar on his temple determinedly worked out.

"One, two, three... one more set.."

Elias muttered quietly, his body laying on the bench, drenched in sweat as he carried a heavyweight barbell.

His body shone under the sun, exposing his tone and masculine figure. While he kept working out, some gazes of others directed to him in surprise and respect.

It had been five days since he transmigrated to this world and four days since he talked to Swain.

Time passed quickly, and now he perfectly adapted to his circumstances, committing everything his mind has to improve himself.

During these last few days, nothing noteworthy happened. The so-called urban legend of the prison 'Goblin' hasnt appeared yet, but from the information gathered by Donato, they should appear soon.

His daily morning to noon routine continued during the last few days, never settling for less and even going for more.

With focus and commitment, he strives to increase his strength each day.

Every morning, he would work out and afterwards spar with his subordinates when he's tired, then work out again until the time ends.

Since he had advanced to D Rank, working out alone barely gave any benefits, so he halved his working out time and put it into training his basic fighting skills.

With his prior experience and their help in his training, he improved day by day and regained his fighting instincts.

Thinking about that, Elias subconsciously frowned.

In his previous life, he didn't have the best upbringing and hung out with the wrong crowd.

That sent his teenage self into a life of crime and fighting. But those memories were long abandoned by him, he preferred not to dwell on them.

Besides doing his routine these last few days, he also repeatedly wanted to talk with Swain, but unfortunately his request to meet was always postponed by the man.

Faintly, Elias knew and understood why.

More importantly, the progress for the Sleight of Hand skill was going well. He had never forgotten to steal some things daily.

By his calculations, it would only take him at most a month before he finished.

Ha--!

With one last push and pull, he panted.

"...Alright. That's it for the day."

Elias said, gently landing the heavy barbell to the handles. As he stood up, he stretched his body.

Near him, one of his subordinates noticed that he was done and approached him.

"Good work, young master."

Alexus said with a smile, approaching him with a towel.

"You too, Alexus."

Elias looked at him and tersely nodded in acknowledgement. He grabbed the towel and hung it on to his neck.

During the past days, he also interacted a lot with his five subordinates, learning more about them and their personalities.

For one, Alexus with his detached expression was rather the opposite of the impression he gave outwardly.

The man, when talking to him, was rather open and expressed what he thought directly.

Thinking for a moment, Elias asked while looking at the sky.

"Alexus, what time is it?"

"The courtyard is about to close, young master."

Alexus informed with a nod.

Close to 12:00 PM then... Elias thought. As usual, after this he was going to progress the Sleight of Hand requirements and make a request to meet Swain.

But first he needed to take a bath. His body was covered with his sweat, making him slightly uncomfortable.

Elias thought for a moment before speaking.

"Where's Donato and the rest? Call them now."

As soon as he said that, Donato, Galilei, Junior and Taurus approached at the same time. Alexus chuckled quietly.

Elias paused before shaking his head.

"Let's go then."

As he and his subordinates left for the bathroom, they didn't notice a man with two red eyes looking at them with a wide grin.

The man stood up, wearing a grin as he walked. Behind him, twenty or more prisoners followed.

"Let's go. I already made an agreement with them to stall the others for a while..."

***

As Elias and the others left the courtyard, they had gone their separate ways midway to get their own towels and outfit within their lockers.

Their locker rooms were away from each other, so they decided to separate for the moment and meet at the bathroom instead.

After getting a spare towel and outfit, Elias arrived at the prison bathroom quickly.

However, before he could even take a step foot inside, he suddenly narrowed his eyes.

"Elias Vito Castellano, right?"

A hoarse and curious voice suddenly came from his right.

Elias turned to his right, spotting a tall, intimidating man with large brows and red eyes.

It took him a few seconds to recognize the man. Bones King Garland, the new prisoner that was made an example by Tauros.

The man wore a wicked grin, with scarlet red pupils, he had a ferocious face in contrast with his gentle expression.

Elias suddenly paused his steps, looking at his surroundings. There were twenty or more people surrounding him, all wearing a wicked grin.

After observing them, he dismissed them nonchalantly and stared straight into Garland's pupils.

He wasn't a fool. He instantly knew what they were going to do, he already knew there was something strange when the man sat on their chair a few days ago.

A tense silence encroached the room.

As they stared at each other, Elias answered calmly.

"I am. Do you need something? I'll say it first that I don't give autographs."

Hearing that, Garland's grin became wider. He let out a low chuckle before replying with a wave of dismissal.

"Haha! Look at this kid! Fearless, do you think someone is still prot--"

Pow!

Before Garland could even finish his words, a straight punch came right through his face and made him fly away.

"F*CK, Boss!"

"Oh no!"

"Bastard! You sneak attacked?"

Several exclamations rang out from the people surrounding him, their eyes abruptly widening.

Thud!

Garland fell on the floor, slightly dazed and stunned by the sudden attack. He held his hand to his cheek, unable to believe what happened.

Looking down towards his pitiful figure, Elias retracted his hand and gazed straight into the man's red pupils.

[Gaze of Intimidation]

At that moment, the surrounding people felt a chill run across their spine.

Elias looked at the man with a calm expression before lightly speaking.

"You talk too much. If you're going to find a fight, talk less and punch more."

Hearing that, Garland couldn't restrain the immense fury--the volcanic rage of humiliation erupting within him as his face twisted ferociously.