I Am A Notorious Hidden Boss In The Alternate World

"Why don't we target the wealthy families first, Instructor? With the recent loss, now would be the perfect chance to advantage of their weakness and make them submit with little resistance," Reagan Declan asked.

"To control a city is to control the authorities operating it. Once we have the authorities on our side, it will be easier to do many things without being inconvenienced by trivial matters," Maverick Cohen stated calmly. 

"With the Lord's vast knowledge and resources, any number of experts can be raised quickly. As such, the power of these wealthy families is none of our concern, nor their wealth—even if it's good to secure some independent funds to be self-sustaining." 

"Then what do we need them for?" Reagan Declan frowned. 

"Everything; their eyes, their ears, as well as their limbs," Maverick Cohen stated coolly before explaining further, "Just because they are not important, doesn't mean they are not needed. Even an ant queen will need soldiers to carry out her tasks."

"A city this big will only get bigger in the future. So it will need a lot of manpower to manage, not to mention a well-established network will keep us informed of all its ongoing business, allowing smooth operation and as well as know when rats are infiltrating to sabotage us."

"I see…" Reagan Declan uttered, taken aback. 

As expected of the right-hand man of Emperor Polemos. The mind of a person in such a high position of power sure works differently. 

There was actually so much to consider. 

Comparatively, what he had been doing with the Declan Gang was no different from child's play; just a mere street thug. 

However, with the Boss's lead and the Instructor's training, they were finally transitioning into a real crime syndicate, a mafia.

Reagan Declan did not know what to feel about this. 

Shortly after leaving Royal Pearl Hotel, the Blackthorne Group headed to the address of their target, a residential home belonging to a high-ranking police officer. 

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Aurora continent, River city. 

Within the property of the Xue family's luxurious home, one of the Xue family's private airship returned unexpectedly without warning and landed in their open courtyard, alarming the servants and subordinates in the immediate vicinity. 

However, they all quickly calmed down after seeing their Young Miss exit the airship with her accompanying party members.

"Welcome home, Young Miss!" 

"Welcome home, Young Miss!" 

The subordinates and servants greeted in unison with a clear and firm voice that reached far and wide across the entire family property. 

Shortly after, the entrance door suddenly burst open before a middle-aged lady who still looks like she was still in her mid-30s rushed out emotionally.

"Ya-er!" the lady cried before giving Xue Xinya a tight hug. 

It only lasted a few moments before the lady quickly separated herself from Xue Xinya for a quick inspection from top to bottom, checking for injuries.

"You're not hurt anywhere, right? Oh, how you must have suffered a lot over there. It's good that you have finally made it back safely, my precious," the lady spoke worriedly while patting Xue Xinya and giving soft pecks of motherly love.

"Mother, you're embarrassing me in front of my party members. At least leave me some dignity as their party leader," Xue Xinya said with embarrassment before reassuring her mother, "I'm alright. They only locked me up."

"And besides, injuries are commonplace when hunting at high-level Dimensional Rifts, mother. You're overreacting." 

"What overreacting!" the concerned lady immediately transformed into an angry tigress as she slapped Xue Xinya on the back of the wrist with a chiding tone.

"Do you know how lucky you were to still be alive, Young Master? Each stronghold has an average residential population of 2000-5000 people. How many of this number were kept alive, hmm? Less than 50!" the lady reprimanded.

"If you were slightly unlucky, you would have been food for those stinky damned demihumans, do you understand?!"

"Wolf-people…" Xue Xinya mumbled. 

"What?" the lady shot her daughter a fierce look before asking, "What did you just say, missy? Care to repeat that?"

"I said wolf-people, mother!" Xue Xinya raised her voice and said, "Call them wolf-people, especially the wolf-girls, mother. Call the wolf-girls, wolf-girls."

"Demihumans, wolf-people, they're all the same shit, different smell. So why does it matter whether I call them one or the other, hm?" Xue Xinya's mother frowned before stating, "You're acting strange. Are you really okay?"

"Of course!" Xue Xinya cried, almost jumping with fright.

If her mother had said those same words to that person, he would not slap her mother to death like that other guy, right?

Thinking about it, she believes that the person definitely would!"

Suddenly, Xue Xinya's mother, Xue Hanying, frowned before saying, "Come to think of it, why is only the few of you? Where are the subordinates sent to rescue you, Ya-er?"

"They are… They are all dead, mother," Xue Xinya's lips twitched before answering honestly.

"What?!"

Xue Hanying's aura at the Peak-stage Innate Realm immediately surged out furiously at the death of the family's elite force!

Those were all people strictly chosen and nurtured by the family!

"Who dares to kill my people?! I doubt it was done by those demihumans if their leader is already dead like you reported!" Xue Hanying bellowed before narrowing her eyes, "Was it done by the other families?"

"No, mother… It done by the one who killed the demi—Ahem, the wolf-people's leader. It was done by the Dark Lord." 

Xue Xinya shortly explained how the wolf-people were subjugated by the Dark Lord, and it was their fault for killing the wolf-people.

However, Xue Hanying's fury could not be appeased. 

"Someone dares to protect the demihumans? Hmph, who does this Dark Lord think he is? I don't care if it's a Dark Lord or a Dark Dog, I will make him pay—uh, what did you say, Ya-er? It was THE Dark Lord?"

"Yes, Mother…"

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A-choo!

After Albion suddenly sneezed, Fenriri quickly turned before asking curiously, "Are you cold, Master?"

"Of course not," Albion stated casually.

"Oh… Then someone must be cursing you," Fenriri giggled, causing Albion to pause and look back at her.

"Your tribe also believe in this sort of superstition, huh?" Albion muttered amusedly before shaking his head wryly in thought.

If it was true, he might have been drowned to death by everyone's curses due to the Dark Emperor's past deeds already.