All Chapters of No Way ! Mafia Again ?!: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Greg raised an eyebrow with a hint of pride, his voice laced with confidence. "I do have another name. As for my face..." He paused, adding with a teasing smile, "Maybe it’s just gotten more handsome with age."Dean rolled his eyes. "Cut the self-obsession. What was your name back then?"A mischievous glint appeared in Greg’s smile, his tone even more playful. "I’ll tell you after we’ve slept together. With the way you’re asking these questions and the demands you’re making... I’d say we’re ready for an even ‘deeper’ relationship."Dean’s face instantly turned red. Greg’s words had caught him off guard, leaving him at a loss for words. "You?! You still haven’t told me... how do you know the details about the Shark Gang?"Greg shrugged casually, his tone almost dismissive. "I told you, someone told me. As for who... well, it’s someone from the gang."Dean narrowed his eyes, trying to read any hint of truth in Greg’s expression. "You’re one of them, aren’t you?"Greg smiled slyly, like

However, no matter how tender the foreplay, the next step always feels so harsh. Greg flipped over Dean, and they found themselves face to face. With a single lift and gentle descent, Dean’s body arched backward, accompanied by a soft moan, and the sound of the other’s muffled grunt.They gently rocked in the water, their bodies colliding, sending shattered droplets scattering in the water's warm embrace. Each impact stirred up ripples, growing larger with every movement, and propelled by the push of the water, their motions quickened.The dominant figure seemed restless, as though dissatisfied with the limitations of his environment. With a sudden motion, he pulled Dean close and stood up, gripping him tightly in his arms. Stepping out of the bathtub, he guided Dean’s hands, pressing them firmly against the wall, forcing his posture to straighten. He moved forward, pushing deeper from behind, taking their encounter to a more intense stage.“Ha… mmm!” With each collision, his sensitiv

Chen followed closely behind, leaning down to place a kiss on Dean’s left cheek, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips. "Wait for me, don’t run off."Finally, Shawn approached, gently smoothing Dean’s hair before placing a kiss on his right cheek. His voice was soft and reassuring. "Don’t worry, we won’t let you face this alone."Dean watched the three of them leave, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He had thought his confession would make them back off, but now it seemed they were even more determined than he’d imagined. And Melvin’s presence only added to his confusion."What are you all thinking..." Dean murmured under his breath, his voice so soft it was almost lost in the air.He sat there, still caught in the aftershocks of the moments just passed, when Melvin’s voice broke through, snapping him back to the present.“Quite the lucky guy, aren’t you?” Melvin remarked, his voice tinged with a playful edge.Dean shot him a glare, his tone carrying a hint of frustrati

On the other hand, Damon and Chen, seasoned leaders in the underworld, each employed powerful tactics to cut off the Shark Gang’s resource supply from the outside, causing their economic network to collapse rapidly.Greg, using his fearsome status as the heir apparent of the Golden Eagle Gang, began to mobilize his forces, secretly providing additional leverage for even more devastating blows. As the pressure mounted, Ben was gradually cornered, his authority crumbling under both internal and external attacks, inching toward total collapse.All of this unfolded silently, without drawing the attention of the police or the outside world. Shawn deliberately remained neutral, refusing to intervene in any Shark Gang matters or take any calls from them, focusing all his attention on protecting Dean instead.Although Dean sensed the tension beneath the surface, he couldn’t truly get involved. He tried to offer his help, but each time his suggestions were ruthlessly rejected. The mafia bosses

Dean drew in a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, his pulse hammering in his ears. But just as he began to steady himself, Linda’s next message hit him like a bolt of lightning."Those thugs mentioned something unexpected: they suspect that Benjamin isn’t the real mastermind. There’s someone even higher pulling the strings."Dean’s eyes widened, his heart skipping a beat. His fingers moved instinctively, dialing Linda’s number. The phone barely rang once before she answered."Linda," Dean said, his voice tense with urgency. "What do you mean? What else did they say?"There was a pause on the other end, followed by Linda’s cautious, weary voice. "They claimed that when they saw your parents’ bodies… there were two other people at the scene."Dean clenched the phone tighter. "Who?""One of them," Linda continued slowly, "was a tall, muscular man. The other… was a young woman. She looked surprisingly formal—dressed in a sharp, tailored outfit. They didn’t recognize her, but she s