Elias Corleone

Pitter... patter...

The nightly moon was covered with grey, dark clouds. Droplets of rain poured heavily on the ground, splattering and spreading throughout the city of Trier.

The heavy storm raged seemingly without end. In one of Trier's many spots, a famous medium-sized casino was located.

The entrance of the casino slowly opened, letting a gust of wind escape the place.

"Fucking hell! I've lost again…! I have to borrow more money from that bastard again!"

At the entrance door, a brown-haired man grumbled loudly while stepping on the ground and causing the puddle of rain to splatter.

While he was in a vexed mood, beside the casino entrance, he saw a white-haired young man wearing a single-breasted suit beneath a long black coat standing with an umbrella in his hand, and the other holding a phone.

"Hm?"

The brown-haired man's eyes narrowed. He glanced at the young man and suddenly shifted uncomfortably.

The young man lowered his phone a little and stared at him, making him feel inexplicably pressured and slightly intimidated.

'Who is this brat… wait, no…'

Without bothering to utter a reply, the brown-haired man suddenly felt his gut twist—he knew something was going to happen—and he wanted none of it, so he immediately left.

After he hurriedly left, the young man was left puzzled.

"Hm? Why did he run away?"

The white-haired young man muttered while looking at the retreating brown-haired man.

[Did you say something, Elias?]

"No, it was nothing. I'm already here, I'm going to drop the call now, Uncle Sanchez."

Elias shook his head before answering lightly. The voice on the other side of the phone replied with an uncertain tone.

[Are you really sure about this? I mean, I know you want to do this, but, this is slightly dangerous…]

"I accepted the mission because of two things, uncle. I want to repay you for your help so far and I want your support for my new family and hide it for the time being."

[... Certainly, this seems to be the best opportunity. Consul Moretti is no threat, I just didn't care about him enough. If you wish to take on this mission, go ahead, I won't bother you anymore, just don't be late. Hajin is waiting for you at Trier airport for the academy flight.]

"No problem. I'll settle this quickly."

Elias nodded and swiped the screen, ending the call. He put the phone in his pocket and looked at the watch on his wrists.

[10:30 PM]

There was still some time left, enough to settle this. The flight would start at 11 PM and the airport was fairly close by. He lowered his hand and closed the umbrella.

Elias gave a deep look at the casino before entering inside.

As soon as he entered, the aroma of cocktails spread into his nostrils while he saw countless men wearing fervent smiles with their hands grasping on chips and pennies, forming a strange carnal scene of sin.

"A royal flush!"

"I'll go all in! Number 4 and 13!"

"Please, please, please win.. fuck… please win, I'll go broke and homeless if I can't…"

Elias entered the casino slowly and looked for the nearest bouncer. From a short distance, a large man stood tall with a black and white uniform.

He lightly gestured his finger to call for the bouncer. Not long after, the bouncer approached him with a slightly confused look.

"...Is there a problem?"

"Tell Consul Moretti that Sanchez's representative has something important to discuss with him."

Elias calmly ordered the bouncer.

Hearing the name Sanchez, the bouncer suddenly felt his face go pale and immediately contacted the boss through the phone at the casino.

After a few seconds, the bouncer dropped the phone and called out for Elias to come with him to the upper floor.

"Consul Moretti calls for you upstairs."

"Lead the way."

Elias nodded and expressionlessly followed the bouncer upstairs.

***

In the room, the interior was heavily similar to the traditional Japanese homes. While armed men were on the side of the room, two people of contrasting appearances sat on the tatami floor silently.

"... Who are you supposed to be?"

Sitting on the floor, Consul Moretti looked at the white-haired young man sitting in front of him with a bewildered and contemptuous expression.

Elias calmly took the tea on the table and sipped on it.

"Elias Corleone. I'm the representative of Sanchez this time. Consul Moretti, I have little time to spare, so let's cut directly to business."

"Kid. What business are you talking about? Does the boss have a problem with something? The operations are running smoothly. Nothing is wrong."

Consul Moretti's frown intensified. He lightly glanced at Elias while he sneered inside his heart in slight contempt.

Elias raised his head to stare directly at Consul Moretti.

"I'll make it simple for both of us and cut to the chase. The Boss has relinquished your position to me because of treason. For the sake of the Boss, I can let you off as long as you don't make any rash actions."

Consul Moretti's expression suddenly turned ugly. He calmed himself down and took a deep breath.

"Are you joking? I want to speak with Boss Sanchez. On what grounds does he relinquish me? I have all the respect for him, I have done nothing wro.."

Before he could finish his words, Elias suddenly reached out in his coat, took a couple of pictures, and threw it on the table.

It was pictures of Consul Moretti talking to a particular person and exchanging the new popular drugs.

Elias tapped the table lightly.

"The evidence is there. The Don has always been selective in his business, and you know that drugs were something he would never approve of. But you still did enter that business, you betrayed his trust."

"What the hell…!"

Seeing the pictures, Consul Moretti's face turned pale as a ghost. He immediately stood up while his face twisted malevolently.

"How the hell did you get this?! Did the Kuzuki Family betray me?! They fucking swore that nothing would be caught on camera!"

"Out of all the Five Underworld Families, why would you engage with the Kuzuki? They're known for being lower than scum."

Elias shook his head calmly.

Hearing his words, Consul Moretti felt the anger in him significantly increase as he gritted his teeth while rage flashed in his eyes.

"Fuck! So what if you have evidence? I don't care! I'm not going to give this damn position to you. The Don should understand! It's about business! I'm not going to give this position to you, men!"

As soon as he ordered, the people standing in the room immediately took out their guns and pointed at Elias' head.

"You're just one man! Even if you're a D-Ranker, so what? I'm also a D-Ranker and the guns here all have mana bullets!"

"Not to mention downstairs! I still have hundreds of fucking men! A lot of them are D-Rankers at our level. It's your goddamn mistake to come here alone."

However, in contrast to his expectations, Elias displayed no fear at all.

"A wise man submits to his circumstances, Consul Moretti. I hope you won't regret this decision of yours."

Elias sighed calmly while staring at Consul Moretti deeply. He turned to look at his watch, seeing the time slowly move forward.

Seeing his calm expression, Consul Moretti slowly felt like something was wrong. His guts twisted, telling him to run, but from what?

Elias continued to sit down calmly. After half a minute, he raised his head and stared at Consul Moretti silently with a smile.

'What is this guy...' Consul Moretti thought with a grim expression.

Boom!

At that moment, while they were thinking, a loud tremor erupted in the whole building as countless gunshots suddenly echoed throughout the whole building.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Consul Moretti and the others' eyes turned wide in shock. However, this moment of distraction was immensely fatal.

Elias moved and immediately knocked out the five men in the blink of an eye, causing them to fall unconscious on the ground.

Thud!

As they fell, Elias cracked his fingers and turned to look at Consul Moretti, who was still in a daze and shock of not understanding what was happening.

At this moment, the door opened and a middle-aged man came in with bloodied clothes.

Elias slightly turned his head and immediately recognized the person.

"Donato, you're here. Give me your gun for the moment."

"Here you go, young master. The operation was successful. We killed all of his men downstairs and let the people leave."

Donato sized up the room before coming forward and bringing a shiny revolver into Elias's hand.

Elias held the revolver and nodded. He looked at Consul Moretti who was in the corner with a disbelieving face.

Consul Moretti had snapped out of his daze and his eyes widened with a fearful expression. He tried to move but…

"Consul Moretti, I gave you a chance. No hard feelings, alright? It's strictly business."

Elias said politely as he held the revolver. Under Consul Moretti's fearful gaze, he pressed the trigger mercilessly.

Bang!

At that moment, Consul Moretti's head was pierced by a bullet, and blood splattered on the tatami floor and walls.

Elias returned the gun to Donato and looked at the corpse of Consul Moretti calmly without any emotion.

"Tonight, the Corleone Family shall make its debut."