I Become Baby Mafia Boss

[G-Godfather, that lamp– ]

[This lord prepared this when this lord went to investigate the Martin guy case.] The Godfather answered casually. He even had time to twirl the lamp!

Ainsley squeezed a stiff smile as she continued the interrogation.

[A-ah, good. Then, that lamp...is that…]

[This lamp is called a spirit-trapping lamp. It can suck around 20 spirits and trap them inside as long as it's supplied with energy crystals.]

The Godfather patted the lamp before pointing it at the group of shamans and spirits around Ainsley.

"So? Shall we continue the spirit hunt?" The smile on the baby's face grew wider...and the enemy lost their smiles.

"EKKKK! RUN!!"

The spirits that didn't need to possess their shamans instantly tried to run away since their contracted shaman could do just fine without them around.

Those that already possessed their shamans clung tight onto the body, not wanting to get out at all.

What if they got sucked into the lamp when they got out?

The shamans, on the other hand, swore that they couldn't die in this baby's hands.

Our precious contracted spirits will be devoured!

The senior shamans instantly launched more aggressive attacks, and various attacks rained on Ainsley.

However, the Godfather simply used the luck armour skill...and he knew that he would be unharmed.

That's cheating! Time out! Time out!

The shamans cursed the Godfather and Ainsley's ability while the spirits ran for their lives.

[Quick, go back to the mausoleum! They can't enter the mausoleum! There's a barrier there!]

[Hey, hey, do you want to leave your shaman behind??]

[Fck. If my shaman died, I'd be a free spirit and that lunatic can suck me into the lamp!]

[What about the others, though?! They're still possessing some of their shamans– ]

[Let them be! Just run! Run!]

The Godfather could only suck spirits that didn't have any contracts with the shamans. Thus, he only sucked the spirits of the shamans that he killed.

Oops. Calling it 'sucking' sounds lewd. Let's say hunting the spirits.

The Godfather's smile grew so wide as he laughed at the shamans around him.

"Come to this lord! Hahahah!"

The Godfather easily controlled his stored blood and formed various kinds of weapons, starting from a living rope, a gun, spears, swords…

He killed the fragile shamans' as easily as tearing papers apart!

Seeing this, the shamans suddenly lost their confidence.

How did they think they could win against someone like the Godfather in the first place? They're only courting death! Digging their own graves!

"Ahhh! Where's the leader? Leader! How much longer should we hold the Godfather back??"

One of the shamans contacted the Godfather while hiding from the battlefield.

They're just a distraction in the first place. Why would the leader wait until they're completely wiped out?! Does the family not appreciate the shamans??

The leader heard the question over his Airpods, and he couldn't help but sigh.

"They're already standby. Just wait. Wait until the Godfather lost his rationality over blood. That's when you guys can retreat."

The leader knew the Godfather pretty well.

As a blood-loving maniac, crazy enough to gain the blood manipulation ability that no human race ever had, the Godfather would descend into madness every time he was in a war.

Usually, he would become a killing machine and would lose all rationality until he ended the war.

Only then did his rationality come back, and the young man stopped his madness.

However, one didn't know just how much blood the man had to spill for him to descend into madness!

The shaman trembled from head to toe.

"That lunatic is capturing the dead spirits! Our family's spirits...all the spirits are precious and strong! We...we lost a lot here– "

"As long as the Godfather is injured heavily, we can give the Sloan Family a heavy blow. They won't even dare to attack the mausoleum for a long time."

The shaman leader replied in a cold tone as he looked at his contracted spirit, a certain little loli, who was playing with her twintail.

[What? You want to use my ability now?] The girl's coquettish voice rang in the young man's head, yet the young man only snorted.

[Hmph. Not necessary. Just stay there and inform me if the Godfather heads this way.]

The leader hid himself behind the East Gate while continuously receiving battle reports from his members.

His mission was only one…

And that is to make sure the Godfather stayed distracted by his team members.

Thus, the shamans kept the Godfather busy, and Ainsley's troops had to help the baby even when they risked their lives doing so.

A certain spy was not an exception.

However, he was battling with all of his might when someone sent telepathy straight to his mind.

[Zidan. This is your senior brother. The exorcists are already standby around the mausoleum. They use the invisibility potion to stay hidden.]

The sudden information almost made the fake Martin bite his tongue.

[O-oh, yes senior brother! What should I do now? I'm currently right behind the family head…]

Martin looked at Ainsley, who was now the Godfather. The person was apparently having fun killing the shamans and trapping more than 10 spirits.

He's already one step away from madness...and that's when they would move.

The person over the telepathy connection paused for a bit before speaking in a solemn tone.

[Give us your coordinates. The exorcists are making a move soon.]

!

Martin– no, Zidan felt his heart dropping to his stomach. He gripped his weapon tightly and closed his eyes.

[Yes...here's my coordinates…]

Right after he said that, the other party cut the telepathy, leaving only one sentence behind.

The plan is starting.

Kill the Godfather!

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