Dragonslayer’s Class Regression Chapter 48

Episode 48

Don Juan remained unfazed even as he saw the knife held against his second-in-command’s throat.

He casually took out a new cigar, put it in his mouth, and lit it.

After blowing out a thick cloud of smoke, Don Juan greeted Zeke.

“Nice to meet you, Zeke Murray.”

He took a deep breath and said.

“It’s my birthday today. Instead of a gift, you brought weapons.”

Though his voice was polite, it carried a sharp force behind it.

Zeke pressed the knife closer to El Mencho’s throat and said.

“I did bring you a gift.”

Don Juan’s eyebrows twitched at that.

“Are you saying my beloved brother Joaquin is a traitor?”

Zeke grabbed El Mencho’s hair and shook it.

“Hey, El Mencho. Why don’t you tell him yourself?”

With his throat in Zeke’s grip, El Mencho couldn’t properly move or speak under the pressure.

It felt like the blade would slice his neck if he moved even slightly.

‘Damn it. How did it suddenly come to this?’

El Mencho kept signaling with his eyes to the hitmen across from him.

Use magic, use aura, use assassination techniques – somehow kill this damn intruder.

But the armed hitmen couldn’t move carelessly.

After completely subduing El Mencho, he had pressed right up against him to minimize the attack range and create blind spots from which he could respond from any direction.

If they tried a ranged attack, he would clearly use El Mencho as a shield.

‘This bastard is definitely a pro. Who the hell sent him?’

Even in this tense standoff, Zeke calmly conveyed his position without any trembling.

“If he won’t speak directly, I’ll show you the evidence.”

At Zeke’s nod, Kei placed the prepared documents in front of Don Juan.

Don Juan slowly reached out and flipped through the documents Kei had placed.

Soon his eyebrows twitched.

Then he slowly opened his mouth.

“The Favela Cartel are the Pirates of the South Sea?”

The Mekein Cartel bosses stirred at those words.

No one from the South likes the South Sea Pirates.

This was because they had been fighting pirates and protecting their families since ancient times.

In Don Juan’s case, he held an especially deep grudge because he had lost family members to pirates.

That background was why the Mekein Cartel he led had pursued and completely dismantled the Favela Cartel to the very end.

El Mencho’s expression changed when it was mentioned that the Favela Cartel were pirates.

This was because he already knew the true identity of the Favela Cartel.

Don Juan’s complexion subtly changed with each document he turned, and the expressions of the other bosses in the room shifted moment by moment.

After reviewing all the documents, Don Juan raised his head.

“Zeke Murray. I’ve seen all the documents you provided. But if you thought this would make me doubt Joaquin, who is like a brother to me, you are greatly mistaken.”

Zeke nodded at that.

“Of course. Because the boss is both wise and suspicious.”

Don Juan felt strange at Zeke’s words.

It felt as if the opponent knew him very well.

Then Zeke whispered something to El Mencho.

El Mencho’s face turned pale upon hearing Zeke’s words.

“H-How did you know that…?!”

In his previous life, Zeke had held secrets about all the cartel bosses.

El Mencho had an unknown young wife and daughter whom he loved more than his own life.

Zeke had whispered that if he didn’t tell the truth, he couldn’t guarantee their safety.

He opened his mouth while trembling.

“P-Please. Not that…”

“Then how about revealing the truth? Then I’ll swear to God I won’t touch them.”

In the South, swearing to God was an absolute covenant.

Even ruthless cartel members kept such oaths because if they broke a promise sworn to God, they couldn’t receive salvation even after death.

El Mencho raised his head while shaking.

He looked at Don Juan and spoke.

“B-Boss. Zeke Murray’s words are true.”

Don Juan’s expression changed at that.

“Joaquin. Are you saying you betrayed me?”

“Th-That… At first I didn’t know they were the Favela Cartel when I started dealing with them…”

Don Juan jumped up from his seat, struck the desk, and shouted.

“How dare you betray me!”

El Mencho spoke while trembling.

“I-I’m sorry, Boss! B-But I never meant to betray the boss! Urk…!”

Before El Mencho could finish speaking, Don Juan grabbed the axe hanging behind him and threw it at him.

The axe split El Mencho’s head precisely.

The number two of the Mekein Cartel died so meaninglessly.

Don Juan approached the dead El Mencho and pulled the axe from his head.

Blood and brain matter splattered around.

Don Juan, seemingly unconcerned about such things, returned to his seat and reviewed the documents Kei had handed over with his blood-stained hands.

Then he glared at the Syndicate executives.

“You were planning to abandon the Mekein Cartel and switch to the Favela Cartel. That’s why you burned all the Soma in the warehouse.”

At Don Juan’s words, one of the Syndicate executives trembled and immediately came down to kneel on the floor.

“B-Boss! There was absolutely nothing like that! It’s the truth! Please believe me!”

The executive turned towards Kei and said.

“That desert rat of a witch is the one playing tricks! There was absolutely nothing like that, Boss!”

But it was too late.

Don Juan’s axe split the executive’s head clean in half.

With a thud, the executive’s head split open and blood sprayed everywhere. Because of this, Kei also ended up covered in the executive’s blood.

She froze, turning pale at the brutality that exceeded her imagination.

Like a human butcher, Don Juan picked up the axe and pointed it at the other bosses.

“Who else betrayed me? Come out! Come out now!”

“Please calm down, Boss.”

At that moment, Zeke approached Don Juan from behind.

In his excitement, he swung the axe at Zeke.

Zeke easily dodged Don Juan’s axe.

Don Juan, who was at best a purple knight level, couldn’t touch even a hair on Zeke.

Don Juan, his eyes red with bloodlust, breathed heavily, went to his seat, took out some Soma powder to inhale through his nose, and gulped down hard liquor.

After wiping his mouth, he spoke to Zeke.

“Zeke Murray! You, who exactly are you? Are you an angel sent by God to help me?! Or are you a demon who rose from hell to destroy me?!”

Zeke shook his head and said.

“Neither angel nor demon. I’m a business partner who wants to propose a new deal to the Boss.”

“Partner? What kind of deal do you want to make with me, Zeke Murray?”

“The Syndicate executives betrayed you, Boss. But the Mekein Cartel needs a distribution network to move goods. Kei and I will take over the Syndicate’s role.”

Hearing this, Don Juan laughed loudly.

“Are you asking me to dispose of those trash for your new deal with me?”

“I’m saying you need justification.”

Don Juan laughed loudly again at those words.

“Justification, eh. That’s right.”

Don Juan gestured to the hitmen behind him.

The hitmen then grabbed all the Syndicate executives who were standing awkwardly and dragged them out of the conference room.

Don Juan sat down again.

After wiping the blood from his face and hands with a towel brought by his subordinate, he spoke.

“Alright, let’s say I entrust the distribution network to you, then what benefit do I get?”

“I’ll help clean up the Favela Cartel.”

Don Juan’s expression changed at those words.

“You’re saying you’ll erase those damn pirates from this world?”

“I’ll completely erase them in the name of Boss and the Mekein Cartel.”

Suddenly, Don Juan jumped up from his seat and burst into laughter.

As Don Juan laughed loudly, the other cartel bosses watching also started laughing.

Soon, Don Juan stopped laughing and looked at Zeke with a serious face.

“Impressive, Zeke Murray. Really. Good. Then how do you plan to clean up the Favela Cartel?”

Zeke spoke without hesitation.

“If the Boss provides an elite unit, I’ll destroy one of the Favela Cartel’s main camps. We’ll instill the fear of the Mekein Cartel in those bastards.”

Don Juan’s eyes sharpened.

It was a look that seemed to want to thoroughly understand Zeke as a person.

After a moment, Don Juan approached Zeke and put his hand on his shoulder.

“Zeke Murray. I, Don Juan, am moved by your courage and valor today.”

He kissed Zeke’s forehead.

“There’s no need to doubt you further. You’ve already given me many gifts.”

“To celebrate becoming partners, I’ll bring you a new gift, Boss.”

Don Juan nodded.

“Very good.”

He slowly walked towards Kei.

Then he took her hand, kissed it, and said.

“While you demonstrate your valor against the Favela Cartel, I’ll treat the lady as an honored guest.”

Though the words were gentle, it essentially meant he would keep Kei as a hostage.

Unlike Kei who was flustered, Zeke nodded nonchalantly.

“Understood, Boss.”

Then Don Juan smiled and raised his glass.

“To Mekein! And to the brave warrior Zeke Murray! Salute!”

“Salute!”

Don Juan and the other cartel bosses also emptied their glasses in front of them.

The smell of fishy blood, dark conspiracies, and damp fear was overwhelming.

Zeke could finally feel that he had returned to the South.

He looked at Don Juan, who was laughing heartily.

‘Laugh while you can. Soon you’ll be struggling in the trap you set yourself.’

* * *

WHOOSH!

Shadows moved quickly through the densely overgrown jungle.

The Mekein Cartel combat unit had now entered the jungle territory of the Favela Cartel.

Manuel, the unit commander, couldn’t help but be amazed by the person named Zeke running in front of him.

‘He’s clearly from the Central Continent, but how is he so skilled in Southern martial arts.’

The South didn’t have systematic aura training methods like the Central Continent.

As a result, physical combat and weapon techniques were more developed.

Yet Zeke was showing movements far more swift and stealthy than even themselves, who were killers.

Because of this, Manuel and the other members, who initially openly dismissed Zeke and acted territorial, gradually had to follow his orders as they went deeper into Favela Cartel territory.

At that moment, Zeke gave the hand signal to stop.

All unit members held their breath behind trees and watched ahead.

Soon, a group of figures appeared beyond the forest.

Manuel held his breath.

‘Damn it. Of all things, werewolves.’

Among the beastkins, werewolves were famous for their high combat ability.

They were bipedal so they could use human weapons, and when they got close, they were difficult to deal with because they would persistently attack with sharp teeth and claws.

Manuel glanced at Zeke beside him.

Then he realized that despite being the unit commander, he was now waiting for Zeke’s orders.

However, Zeke didn’t give any other orders, but instead took out a dagger from his chest and slowly rose from his position.

Before Manuel could stop him, Zeke quickly climbed up a tree.

WHOOSH!

Zeke used mana to create wind force, moving between trees as if flying.

Facing a proper battle for the first time in a while, Zeke felt a strange excitement.

Completely masking his presence in the treetop, Zeke observed the werewolves below.

He instinctively identified the strongest one among them.

WHOOSH!

With the sound of wind, Zeke fell straight down from the tree.

SWISH!

Zeke, who had imbued the dagger with wind blade, cut the werewolf leader clean in half.

CRACK!

Only when the leader fell split in half did the other werewolf warriors look around in shock.

But it was already too late.

WHOOSH!

Zeke, moving like he was crawling on the ground, instantly cut down the remaining werewolves.

“Kuhek!”

As soon as he entered the center of the group, he targeted only their necks and hearts, instantly taking out eight werewolf warriors.

‘Im-impossible.’

Manuel and the other unit members gaped at Zeke’s movements.

Zeke got up as if nothing happened, dusted himself off, and beckoned to the unit members.

Manuel and the unit members’ movements were even more brisk than before.