NOVEL NEXT Chapter 597 - 168: There's Always Rash People_1
Chapter 597: Chapter 168: There’s Always Rash People_1
The funeral ended.
Dalton called over the three gangsters.
He took out two boxes from his chest and handed them to the leader of the gangsters: “The boss heard about this from the big sister and sent this back especially for you.”
From the bottom of his heart, the gangster leader expresses his thanks: “Please thank the big sister for me, thank the boss.”
Whether it was genuine or pretentious, at least under the “do whatever you want” policy of Link Grande, they were treated as individuals, not disposable tools.
Even as “do whatever you want” was expanding, there were no efforts to forcibly assign them—residents of the lower West District—tasks that were impossible or destined to end in death.
Even if some tasks involved high risks, they would be clearly explained in advance, and there were never any attempts to conceal the truth.
The five original low-level gangsters, who later became small-time bullies, felt a sense of deep respect.
It was based on their own experiences that they gradually understood what Boss Grande often referred to as ‘humanitarian spirit’.
In the eyes of the gangster leader, the sudden fire that led to the deaths of two of his men had nothing to do with “do whatever you want”. It was just the result of the dangers they had left behind when they had previously expanded their territory.
What surprised him was that the boss, stationed at the main campus, had specially sent things upon learning about this incident to express his condolences.
This deeply touched the leader of the gangsters and stirred emotions within him.
In front of Dalton and the two underlings, the gangster leader carefully opened the first box.
The contents of the box were simple: just one standard-grade level-two Magic Stone, and a note, stating that the Magic Stone was a home-setting fee for the two gangsters.
This was not a significant amount, and to Link, it was of little consequence.
But for the residents of the lower West District, it was a fortune!
Furthermore, it was unheard of.
Which criminal organisation gave home-setting fees?
The fact that they didn’t take advantage of your death to seize or occupy your home was already considered conscientious.
Set up a home?
Whether a home could be kept was an unknown.
The gangster leader sniffled deeply, closed the box, and carefully put it in his pocket.
He planned to go back and exchange the level-two Magic Stone for a standard-grade level-one Magic Stone, to be given to the families of his two fellow gangsters.
Composing himself, the gangster leader opened the second box.
Hiss!
Three sharp gasps sounded in unison.
The box contained three bright red potions, which shimmered intriguingly under the sunlight.
“What is this?”
Closing the box abruptly, the gangster leader asked hopefully, his emotions on a roller coaster ride.
“It’s a new potion developed by the boss, called ‘Nourishing’. The name is a bit odd, but it’s very powerful and perfectly suited for you guys.”
Dalton explained seriously, “It can compensate for the potential loss caused by the injection of the second-generation Empowerment Potion.”
Hiss!
Again, three sharp gasps sounded.
After injecting the Empowerment Potion, including the two deceased gangsters, all five of them have acquired some witch-like abilities in addition to the witchcraft already under their control.
Whether it was invisibility, long-sightedness/perspective, shadow walking, sharp sensing of sound waves or short-term integration with the surrounding environment.
Odd but useful, well resolving the problem of the gangsters not having much time and resources to learn witchcraft.
The only drawback is that they can only inject up to three second-generation Empowerment Potions.
And each injection depleted a certain amount of potential.
Present strength or future potential, this was not a question.
For the gangsters of the West District who lived day by day, not knowing where their next meal would come from, they obviously chose present strength.
Only those who are alive can afford to contemplate the future.
Now Boss Grande had solved this only drawback, which was extremely good news for the gangsters.
Seeing this, Dalton warned: “Because the raw materials of the ‘Nourishing’ Potion are expensive and the production process is complex, so far only the Boss can make it personally, and the output is extremely limited. You guys should inject it yourself when you get back, and don’t leak any news for the time being, understand?”
“Understood.”
The gangster leader nodded steadily.
He now managed a group of twenty or thirty people after all, and knew the principle of ‘not fearing scarcity but unfairness’.
“Understood, understood.”
The two gangsters nodded repeatedly.
“Alright, I’m going first.”
Dalton looked up at the sky, left the cemetery on the outskirts of the Southern District, returned to the North District’s new headquarters of “do whatever you want,” and reported back to General Manager Assad Kenneth.
Well, the position of General Manager was specially set up by the Boss for General Manager Assad.
The implication was that all affairs should be handled by him.
The Boss is such the Boss, even the job titles he picked were profound in meaning.
Handle, not the final decision.
The position that the big sister holds is the president, who is responsible for the final decision.
That left room for manoeuvre, without worrying about being ousted.
With respect for the Boss, Dalton returned to the new headquarter, a villa in the North District that had been renovated.
The headquarters’ members who came and went greeted Dalton, one of the eight Elders, enthusiastically. Dalton responded to each of them with a bright smile.
Boom, boom.
Dalton knocked on the door of the General Manager’s office and entered.
“Sit, is that side done?”
Assad was making tea and pointed to the seat across from him, handing a cup to Dalton.
“Yes.”
Dalton responded simply and began to savor the tea.
The two of them enjoyed three cups of clear tea before they started to discuss official matters.