All Chapters of No Way ! Mafia Again ?!: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Dean froze, utterly at a loss for words. His thoughts spiraled into chaos as he lowered his head, unable to come up with a retort. Instead, he instinctively shrank back slightly. “I… How would I know if you’d keep your word?” he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper.Hearing this, Chen’s eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief, a sly smile tugging at his lips. “Well then,” he said lightly, “how about I prove it to you? But first, let me ask you something.”Dean blinked, caught off guard. A sudden sense of foreboding crept over him, making him hesitant. “What do you want to ask?” he managed, his voice uneven.Chen leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a soft, magnetic murmur. “May I kiss you?” he asked, the question tender yet startlingly direct, as though he were seeking an answer to something far more profound.Dean froze, his heart racing like it might leap out of his chest. The sounds around him faded into a distant hum, leaving only the sharp clarity of the moment. He stared a

Laughing and playfully teasing each other, the two finally got suited up and made their way toward the ski slopes.On the beginner slope, Dean stood nervously in the snow, his skis strapped tightly to his feet and poles clutched firmly in his hands. His body was stiff as a board. He couldn’t help but swallow hard, his voice trembling slightly. "We really have to ski down like this? What if I just tumble down the hill…?"Damon stood behind him, his hands gently resting on Dean’s shoulders, his tone light and reassuring. "If you fall, I’ll fall with you. Relax, just follow me." With that, he guided Dean’s waist, helping him ease into movement.Dean tried to shift his feet, but the skis wouldn’t budge as he wanted. He barely managed to slide a few meters before losing his balance and crashing into the snow, face-first. He lay there, stuck in the soft snow for a moment, before bursting into laughter. "Hahahaha... This is way harder than I thought!"Damon approached, pulling him up from th

The air was oppressively silent, the only sound being Shawn’s heavy, uneven breaths. After what felt like an eternity, he finally reached out, his fingers trembling slightly as he gently took Dean’s hand. Despite the faint tremor, his grip was firm and resolute."Dean," Shawn said, lifting his gaze to meet his, his eyes brimming with an unguarded mix of guilt and affection. "I’m sorry. I’m sorry for hitting you. I’m sorry for hurting you with a whip. And... I’m sorry for what happened at the pool."Dean looked down at their joined hands, his expression unreadable. Shawn’s hand was warm and strong, but Dean could feel the undercurrent of pain running through his touch. His grip was tight, almost desperate, as though he feared Dean would pull away. Yet it was also restrained as Shawn used every ounce of strength to hold himself back.Shawn didn’t wait for Dean to respond. He silently led him into the adjacent room. As the door creaked open, Dean’s breath caught. The room was filled with

"Even crazier, he went up to ask the lady in the supermarket how to make simple, delicious home-cooked dishes. When she suggested lemon chicken, he wrote it down; when she mentioned sweet and sour pork, he quickly asked if it needed to be marinated. He even asked how she prepped everything. I spent the whole day with him, and I could see he was really putting his heart into it."Dean swallowed hard as if he had something to say but couldn't quite bring himself to speak."But do you know what was on his mind?" Ted’s voice took on a touch of frustration. "He kept worrying that you might think his efforts were nowhere near as good as what Damon Greyson and Chen Dankworth could offer. Boss... he’s been feeling so insecure."Dean looked up slightly, his voice steady but sincere as he replied, "There’s no need for comparison."Ted sighed deeply, his tone softening as he spoke more earnestly, "But boss is insecure, Dean. Sure, he’s a gang leader, but in front of you, he’s just a man trying t

The violent impact sent both of them lurching forward. Dean instinctively grabbed the overhead handle to steady himself, his heart pounding against his ribs.Whipping his head around, he caught a glimpse of the rearview mirror—behind them, a car was closing in fast, its headlights glaring like the eyes of a predator.Ted’s expression darkened, his grip tightening around the wheel. Without hesitation, he slammed his foot on the gas. The engine roared in protest as the car surged forward, tires screeching against the pavement.“Shit! It’s the Sharks!” Ted spat, his voice edged with frustration. “I can’t believe they tracked us down this fast!”Dean’s pulse quickened. This wasn’t just a pursuit—it was a hunt.Dean’s face darkened further, his fingers clenching tightly around the seatbelt. “They’re Ben’s men?”Ted gave a sharp nod, his jaw tightening. “Yeah. His best enforcers. Ruthless bastards—they would never let us off that easy.” He laughed bitterly, his knuckles turning white on the