All Chapters of He's a Sweet Mafia: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

"Alright, Mr. Jackson, this is your final day. I hope you don't get into any more trouble in the future because aA little wound alone could be fata for someone your age, and your healing will be much slower than those younger people.""Your words do sound sweet at the beginning, but in the end, you just want to tell me that I'm not young anymore." Jackson smiled and looked at the young doctor who was wearing the glasses."You clearly understand what I mean, sir. "The doctor chuckled and wrote down some prescription medicine for Jackson."I don't see your friend, sir. Is he not picking you up today?" The doctor handed over a piece of paper to prescribe a drug Jackson must redeem."Wow, don't you think this is too many for me?" Jackson saw that he had to take five kinds of drugs."Like you said earlier, sir. You're not young anymore, and you have to take all that medicines prescribed to you even though you're already feeling better.""Do you understand, sir?" The doctor asked Jackson; h

The atmosphere of the cafe looks lively, and some people can be heard laughing with their friends; on the corner, Of the cafe, two men are silent each other. But both of them seemed to greet each other through their respective eyes; the smile never left their faces. A waiter delivered the drink they had been waiting for to them. Neither of them wanted to open the conversation first because the nervousness and awkwardness that both of them were experiencing made their tongues go numb.Fifteen minutes had passed since two cups of coffee were served in front of them, and finally, one of them decided to speak first and broke the silence between the two."How are you, sir?" said the man, who was none other than Mark. He's looking at Chansu directly, who seems to pay attention to the area around the Café, before answering Mark's questions, the young man whose whereabouts he had hidden from Richard for years."I'm good, thanks." Chansu looked at Mark, full of emotion, as if he saw a younger

Sean woke up with a headache that made him close his eyes repeatedly before finally opening them slowly. His eyes looked toward his room, and he lowered his gaze towards his clothes, which was his complete outfit when he went to the Holo Club."How can I go home?" Sean tried to get up from his bed and lower his feet off the bed."I can't go home by driving my own car." Sean seemed to think for a moment.''Drrtt….. Drrt….'' Sean reached into his suit pocket and took out his cell phone, the name of his secretary listed on the cellphone screen."Sir, why didn't you come to the office today?" Sean's secretary sounded panicked. Sean was still trying to process everything that happened to him even though his head was still throbbing and his vision was still blurry."What?" Sean only said one word to answer the call of his secretary, who sounded worried about her Boss, who had not yet come to the office."Sir, have you forgotten about the important meeting you have to attend today? Our clien

"Your Boss is here." Chansu's cell phone was on the bar table when he visited SB's casino. He was too busy talking to several people who were also clients of Richard who were spending their time at the casino held by SB.SB chuckled when he deliberately took Chansu's cell phone and read the message from Mark that appeared on Chansu's screen cell phone. SB does not know whose number came into Chansu's cell phone and gives him information about Richard because it's impossible for Chansu to have a boss other than Richard."Well, who do you think you're texting right now?" SB glanced at Chansu, who was still busy talking to Richard's clients; SB then took his cell phone and took a photo of the unknown number that appeared on Chansu's screen phone."I'm not dumb.""If you don't want to tell me who owns this number, then I'll look for it by myself." SB glanced back in the direction of Chansu, who was done with his business and started walking towards the bar counter, where SB was sitting an

SB carried out the task given by Richard to him carefully. SB, who knows a lot of people in the black market, can easily find people willing to help him find the actual owner of the bullets Richard entrusted to him.SB and some of his subordinates manage to find the manufacturer of bullets where the Mafia usually orders bullets with their initials. The Mafia Bosses do that to give a vital sign of power to the victims who have died from the bullets they fired. With more and more bullets lodged in the bodies of their victims, the Mafia felt more potent because they succeeded in killing the lives of Mafia Bosses or their subordinates and others with their own hands."So this is the place." SB was standing in a shoe shop that looked deserted."Ring."The doorbell rang when SB pushed the door of the shop, and when he and a few of his subordinates entered the shoe shop that looked old, there was no activity there. No one was seen guarding the shop."Let me see." SB walked to the counter and