[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-as-a-mafia-boss-i-refuse-to-be-an-extra":3,"chapter-as-a-mafia-boss-i-refuse-to-be-an-extra-as-a-mafia-boss-i-refuse-to-be-an-extra-chapter-315":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","As A Mafia Boss, I Refuse To Be An Extra",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},154675,290,"Chapter 315: Wrong Answer","as-a-mafia-boss-i-refuse-to-be-an-extra-chapter-315",315,"\u003Cp>The receptionist was still at her desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d pressed herself back in her chair like she could make herself invisible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes tracked Damian as he approached, wide with terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then recognition clicked into place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood-covered face, the crimson eyes, the features she’d seen on every news broadcast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Oh god... Oh god, that’s...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damian stopped in front of her desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached out slowly, his blood-covered hand moving toward her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She flinched but didn’t pull away, frozen like a rabbit that had just spotted a predator and knew running would only trigger the chase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand touched her cheek, the gesture almost gentle despite the gore coating his fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you recognize me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was soft and almost kind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She swallowed hard, her voice coming out in a trembling whisper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"D-Damian Valcor?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d seen him on television, the famous teenager who’d survived that portal massacre. He’d been all over the media for days, interviews and news segments and analysis pieces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hero.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s what they’d called him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hero.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You have a good memory.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damian smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then his other hand moved faster than she could track.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pen she’d been using to fill out paperwork previously, drove through her eye socket and into her brain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SHLK\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her head snapped back, body going rigid for one frozen moment. Her mouth wide open...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she fell backward, the chair tipping over, her body hitting the floor with a dull thump.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damian looked down at her for a moment, watching the light fade from her remaining eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shook his head slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Such a waste.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice carried something that might have been regret if you didn’t know better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They continued moving, leaving her body behind like everything else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just another piece of evidence that would tell a story he had no intention of letting anyone read.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>****\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The prisoners in their cells watched as the masked men moved through the detention center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some of them had seen Damian’s face clearly during the massacre, caught glimpses through the bars when he’d removed his sunglasses, seen those distinctive crimson eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those ones died quickly with blades or bullets ending them before they could shout for help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others, the ones who’d only glimpsed a suited figure in the chaos or hadn’t seen him at all, found their cell doors opening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Run.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The masked Mafia members stepped back, weapons lowered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The prisoners didn’t need to be told twice. They poured out of their cells and fled into the night, scattering in every direction like roaches when the lights came on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damian watched them go, his expression calculating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Let them run... The city police will waste hours rounding up escaped convicts... By the time they finish sorting through the chaos, our work will be done.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a simple misdirection. A prison break would dominate the narrative, pull resources in a hundred different directions, buy them the time they needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before leaving, the Mafia members moved to the main wall of the detention center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using blood from the fallen officers, they painted a massive symbol.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SC\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The letters stretched ten feet high, dripping and stark against the concrete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let the Shadow Council explain why their mark was painted at the scene of a massacre they didn’t commit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, sirens wailed across Norrington City. Red and blue lights strobed through the streets, converging on the detention center from multiple directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strong presences were approaching from the headquarters, powerful awakeners responding to the emergency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brian emerged from the building, still carrying Ming with careful gentleness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two Mafia members waited by the exit, a van idling behind them with its engine running.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Take him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brian’s voice was rough as he carefully transferred Ming into their arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned back to where Damian stood, Davies’s unconscious body draped over his shoulder like a hunting trophy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Mafia members vanished into the shadows, moving through pre-planned escape routes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damian and Brian disappeared down a separate path, taking Davies with them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time the reinforcements arrived, the detention center was empty except for corpses, released prisoners, and a blood-painted message that would raise more questions than it answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>****\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Davies woke to the sound of crying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes cracked open, vision blurry and pain radiating from his shattered limbs and broken core.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Where...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried to move and immediately regretted it as agony shot through his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then his vision cleared enough to see where he was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His living room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The couch where he and his wife watched movies, the coffee table they’d picked out together, the photos on the wall showing their life together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And his wife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was tied to a chair, her face streaked with tears, eyes wide with terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your wife is indeed a beauty.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice came from his left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Davies’s head snapped around, the movement sending fresh waves of pain through his neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breathing stopped, then came back in sharp and ragged gasps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damian sat on the armrest of the couch, one leg crossed over the other, looking completely relaxed. His crimson eyes caught the light as he watched Davies with interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brian stood near the door, his massive frame blocking the only exit. His hands were clenched at his sides, knuckles white beneath the gloves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"M-Mirah...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Davies’s voice cracked on her name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His wife’s eyes found his, fresh tears spilling over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"James, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, they just came in and–\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shh.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damian’s hand touched her shoulder, the gesture gentle but the threat unmistakable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She went silent immediately, trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Davies tried to push himself up, his broken arms collapsing beneath him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Please!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The word came out strangled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Please, she doesn’t know anything! She has nothing to do with this! I never told her, I swear, she doesn’t even know about the Shadow Council!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was rising, panic bleeding through every syllable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You want information?! I’ll tell you everything! Names, locations, whatever I know! Just let her go! Please, just let her–\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We know you’ll tell us everything.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brian’s voice cut through the pleading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He moved closer, his footsteps heavy on the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But there are things that don’t make sense to me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crouched down so they were at eye level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ve been hunting the Shadow Council for months, killing their operatives, following all the leads... And I can’t find anything real. No bases, no operations centers, just some low-rank idiots who think they’re fighting for some noble cause.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hands clenched tighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where do the real members operate from? Where do they hide?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Davies’s eyes stayed locked on his wife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t... I was never given that kind of–\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wrong answer.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damian stood up from the armrest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked to the kitchen with unhurried steps, opened a drawer, examined the contents. He selected a knife, the kind used for cutting vegetables.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade caught the light as he turned it over in his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Davies’s breathing accelerated, chest heaving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wait, wait, please, I’m telling the truth! There are levels to everything! People at my level don’t get real information!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damian walked back toward Mirah.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"NO! WAIT!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Davies tried to crawl forward, his broken limbs dragging uselessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll tell you what I know! Whatever you want! Just don’t–\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SHLK\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The knife came down.\u003C\u002Fp>",1205,"2026-05-29T04:31:49.426Z","2026-06-01T04:29:09.863Z",1,"novelbin.me","f5925a6685ac89e97f1a0045df75927bae8605151856e315f7deddc1b9f81584","as-a-mafia-boss-i-refuse-to-be-an-extra-chapter-316","as-a-mafia-boss-i-refuse-to-be-an-extra-chapter-314",318,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fas-a-mafia-boss-i-refuse-to-be-an-extra-cover.jpg"]