Dragonslayer’s Class Regression Chapter 55

Chapter 55

BANG!

Don Juan slammed the desk, shattering the solid hardwood.

Breathing heavily, he shouted at the cartel bosses.

“Do you think this makes any sense?!”

A month after the Favela Cartel raid, half of the Mekein Cartel’s bosses were found dead.

The bodies of the dead bosses all had Favela’s name written on them.

Don Juan gritted his teeth and shouted.

“Wipe out all those Favela Cartel bastards no matter what! Whatever it takes!”

The cartel bosses tensed up at Don Juan’s murderous voice.

“B-big trouble!”

Just then, the conference room door burst open, and a member rushed in speaking urgently.

“The port has been hit!”

With the border route blocked, the port was the only place to move goods in the southern continent.

At those words, Don Juan made a demonic expression and grabbed the throat of the member delivering the news.

“Damn it! What happened to the goods stored in the warehouse?!”

As Don Juan tightened his grip, the member couldn’t answer properly and collapsed foaming at the mouth.

THUD!

Don Juan threw the collapsed member to the floor and breathed roughly.

He went to the desk and snorted soma through his nose.

“Huff. Huff.”

A nearby executive spoke to Don Juan.

“Boss. How about leaving Mekein until the situation improves?”

Don Juan looked at him and said.

“Are you telling me to run away now?”

The executive spoke in a calm voice.

“Those crazy pirates will definitely invade Mekein targeting you, boss. Why don’t we use that situation instead?”

Don Juan’s expression changed at those words.

“You mean lure them to Mekein and wipe them out at once?”

“Yes. If we catch those who come to Mekein and you launch a counterattack, the Favela bastards will get scared and run straight back to the South Sea.”

Don Juan nodded after contemplating the executive’s words.

“That makes sense. Sounds good.”

“You can command the situation from Tahuani and launch a full attack once the counterattack succeeds. It will definitely work.”

“Tahuani.”

Tahuani was the area closest to the border zone.

And Don Juan had a safe house prepared there.

He spoke to his executives.

“Crisis situations have always made us stronger.”

Don Juan had already returned to his dignified manner of speaking. And he decided to move his residence to Tahuani right there.

* * *

That night, Don Juan and his subordinates secretly left the mansion by carriage.

Then they headed straight for Tahuani.

After racing for two days without rest to finally reach the safe house, Don Juan made a bitter expression seeing the much smaller safe house compared to his original mansion.

While he was sighing, his subordinates moved Don Juan’s belongings to the residence.

There was quite a lot of luggage since he had to stay here until the Mekein situation was resolved.

‘Damn those pirate bastards. I’ll wipe them all out.’

He went straight up to his room, put on music, smoked a cigar, and drank.

After sitting quietly with his eyes closed for a while, he sensed something strange.

When Don Juan slightly opened his eyes, he saw someone standing there.

“I’ll call if I need anything. Go wait outside.”

Despite his words, the figure remained standing still.

Just as Don Juan was about to shout angrily, the person stepped forward and revealed his face.

Don Juan’s face froze.

“Zeke Murray.”

His expression twisted when Zeke, who was thought to have died in the Favela raid, appeared.

Zeke looked at Don Juan and said.

“You’re quite relaxed, Don Juan. Even though the situation has gotten quite bad.”

At those words, Don Juan downed his drink and spoke.

“You think I’ve never faced threats like this on my way to this position? No way. This level of danger doesn’t even register to me.”

Zeke nodded at those words.

“Good. I was worried you’d beg for your life crying. That would have diminished the pleasure of revenge.”

Don Juan slammed the desk at Zeke’s words.

“Insolent bastard! A mere assassin brat dares to threaten me! Do you know who I am?!”

Zeke grinned at Don Juan’s threat.

“Are you scared? Putting on pointless bravado.”

Don Juan’s breathing became rough.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Despite his loud shout, no one entered the room.

Zeke spoke to him.

“If you’re waiting for your other subordinates, don’t bother. None of them are alive.”

With those words, Zeke pulled out a dagger and approached Don Juan.

“In my past life, I didn’t have time to properly torture you. I always regretted that, but this works out perfectly.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

Zeke’s expression turned cold as he held the dagger.

“I acted like a dog under you. Killed indiscriminately to show loyalty. Even now I sometimes dream of people begging me not to kill them.”

Don Juan stumbled backwards.

“I know nothing about this! Stop spouting nonsense!”

“How amusing. While you enjoyed wealth and luxury through blood and drugs, this land was stained with corruption and despair. All because of you.”

Don Juan shouted like he was having a fit.

“I am the savior chosen by God! Thanks to me, the poor have jobs and this city runs!”

“Stop talking bullshit, you piece of trash.”

Zeke continued speaking as he approached Don Juan.

“Don Juan, you will never receive salvation from God. Because you’re an irredeemable son of a bitch.”

As Don Juan stumbled backwards, he grabbed an axe hanging on the wall and threw it at Zeke.

But Zeke didn’t even dodge, deflecting it with his Dragon Scale skill while standing still.

Ping!

The deflected axe ended up lodging in Don Juan’s thigh instead.

“Ugh!”

He staggered, clutching his thigh.

Zeke continued approaching Don Juan without stopping.

“This time, I’ll kill you very slowly and painfully.”

Don Juan felt the cold, hard sensation of the dagger against his face.

Don Juan’s screams leaked from the room for several hours.

* * *

When Zeke came out of the room, Simon had his subordinates dispose of Don Juan’s mangled corpse.

“If we throw it in the Shark Dragon farm, they’ll take care of it properly.”

Don Juan never dreamed his own corpse would be disposed of by the Shark Dragons he had bragged about.

Simon and Zeke approached Kei, who was smoking downstairs.

“Is everything cleaned up?”

Zeke nodded as he sat across from Kei and spoke.

“How are things with the Syndicate?”

Kei nodded.

“Good. I handled the practical matters from the start, and the executives who tried to side with the favela ended up killed by Don Juan, so there wasn’t much resistance. Simon took care of anyone trying to defect.”

“Good. Stay with Simon for a while and absorb the forces flowing out from the Mekein Cartel.”

“Are you telling us to take on the cartel’s role too?”

“No, the Syndicate should continue what it’s been doing. Simon will handle the southern organization.”

Simon nodded silently at Zeke’s words.

Kei confirmed this and shook his head at Zeke.

“I can’t believe you actually brought down the Mekein Cartel.”

“With Don Juan gone, the Mekein Cartel will fall into complete chaos. From now on is crucial.”

Kei nodded at Zeke’s words.

Then Zeke handed something to Kei.

“What’s this?”

“I made a contract with Linehart Trading Company. They say they’re establishing a pharmaceutical company. If we use quality soma as raw material and attach skilled alchemists, we can process it into various medicines. The plan is to create a route to officially import soma and sell it as medicine.”

“What?”

Despite Kei’s dumbfounded reaction, Zeke continued speaking while pointing to Simon.

“Once the organization is restructured, Simon will drive out the rebels in the Kingdom of Cusco. After legalizing soma production with Cusco’s permission, Linehart can follow official import procedures for legal distribution.”

“You want us to do legitimate business too?”

“No, the Syndicate should continue what it’s been doing. I’ll find someone else to run that business. Once the medicine is made, the Syndicate just needs to handle transportation. Though you’ll need to set up a shell transportation company for formality.”

Kei carefully examined the plan Zeke had laid out.

It seemed better for the Syndicate to hide behind transporting official medicine through a transportation company.

Kei nodded at Zeke’s words.

“Alright. There’ll be internal resistance at first but we’ll manage somehow.”

“Good. Simon, stay with Kei until the situation settles.”

“Understood, boss.”

Zeke stood up.

“I’ll head out first.”

“Where are you going?”

“I have an appointment.”

“What? What appointment all of a sudden?”

Zeke shrugged as if he had no intention of answering, then went straight outside the mansion.

Then he opened his map to create a portal.

Suddenly, a portal opened with ripples around his body.

Zeke’s body disappeared with a flash of light.

* * *

“Whew.”

It was Zeke who had instantly moved between continents.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

‘It hurts to lose 600 points at once.’

Zeke appeared near the Atlas Ruins Area and headed somewhere riding Bucephalus.

His destination was a hotel located in the city center.

Zeke dismounted in an inconspicuous spot, sent Bucephalus back to the spirit realm, and entered the hotel.

Then, following guidance, he went up to the Sky Lounge on the top floor.

“Oh! You’re here! Welcome, Zeke!”

Someone greeted Zeke loudly from the VIP section of the Sky Lounge.

It was none other than Carus Nerva Constantinus, the Fourth Prince of the Roman Empire.

The prince, who had been invited to the Four Seasons Castle, was still staying in Atlas and had called Zeke here.

When Zeke received the unexpected news from Decker about the prince’s invitation via long-distance communication network, he sensed something.

‘As I suspected.’

Abel Draker and William Jiemens were sitting next to the prince.

Abel stood up and greeted Zeke.

“It’s been a while, Zeke. I heard you were in secluded training lately, I hope we haven’t disturbed you.”

Zeke replied to Abel with a polite attitude.

“Not at all. I’ve been feeling frustrated due to lack of progress lately.”

While responding, Zeke carefully observed Abel.

He wondered if Abel suspected him of being responsible for the current situation in the South.

Zeke had deliberately used a portal to create an alibi.

Even moving at maximum speed, it would be physically impossible to travel from the Southern Continent to the Central Continent the day after receiving the invitation.

‘If it’s not about the South, why did they call me?’

Unaware of Zeke’s thoughts, Carus excitedly filled glasses with alcohol.

“Abel and William might be good at work, but they’re no fun to party with! I hope you’re not like them, Zeke.”

Zeke grinned and picked up the glass Carus gave him.

“I’ll make a toast to having an enjoyable time with Your Highness.”

Carus raised his glass high with excitement.

“Cheers!”

The two drank the alcohol, which cost over 10 gold per glass, like water.

Carus was delighted to see Zeke drinking better than expected.

Several rounds of drinks followed.

Thanks to his Healing Factor, Zeke couldn’t get drunk no matter how much he drank, so Carus ended up passing out first.

“Hmm. Hmm.”

When William left to help the drunk Carus to his room, only Abel and Zeke remained.

Abel took out wine and elegantly poured it into his glass.

Then he took out a new glass, placed it in front of Zeke, and poured wine.

Holding his wine glass, he looked at Zeke and spoke.

“Zeke, I have something to ask you.”

“Please go ahead.”

Abel stared at Zeke and said.

“What do you think about the current state of Draker?”

‘Why is he suddenly asking this?’

Before Zeke could answer, Abel spoke first.

“I plan to bring down the Draker Family someday.”​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

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