Martin instantly felt like the world was against him.
I'm a mimicry ability user, okay? How can I use the real Martin's three abilities? I am not a copycat ability user! Won't I blow my cover if it's like this??
Martin trembled from head to toe.
No wonder the bigger mafia families always like to do a mini tournament once in a while...isn't it to expose spies like him?
But why would the Sloan Family suddenly make a tournament out of the blue? Don't tell me they already suspect that there's a spy among the members?
They are holding this tournament to expose the mimicry ability users infiltrating the family, right?!
Martin broke in a cold sweat as he typed his friend's phone number and secretly sent a message.
[Bro, help me. The Sloan Family is holding a tournament, and I will have to show my special abilities!]
Martin had just sent the message when the other party read it and replied in a heartbeat.
[Just say that you're injured and can't use your special ability for a moment. Not hard, right?]
[Even if I say I was injured, sooner or later, they will check my abilities at another time. That won't solve the problem! What to do? Help!]
[Hmmm, I'll immediately send you an item that can show an illusion so realistic that no one will recognise.]
[Is that item...the illusion stone?]
[Yeah. Using the illusion stone, you can make it seem like you're using your special abilities to battle the other party. No worries, no one will realise that you're using an illusion.]
Martin immediately beamed in excitement.
As expected from his senior. He's really prepared for any kind of situations!
[Got it, brother. Send the package asap. I'm at the Sloan Family's backfield. Can you smuggle the item through the forest around the Sloan Family's backfield?]
[No worries. Consider it done.]
After the brief chat, Martin deleted the whole conversation history and immediately sneaked into the forest near the backfield.
Since many members were busy preparing for the tournament, no one noticed Martin slipping away to the forest.
Just like that, he successfully received the item that his senior sent.
It turned out his senior delivered the item through a pigeon carrier...but it didn't seem to be an average pigeon.
"Huft. Say my thanks to senior brother." Martin patted the pigeon's head before letting it leave.
He then checked the small package as big as his palm, and after making sure that what he got was the one-time-use illusion stone, he pocketed the stone and walked out of the forest.
There's still time before the tournament, so Martin used this opportunity to socialise with other members and also talked with his teammates that the original person created to do difficult missions.
It turned out that many members also created smaller teams to do group missions, just like in the adventurer guild.
This case wasn't that rare among the mafia families, but it was still an eye-opener for Martin, who never knew how the Sloan Family worked.
'Hmmm, their system is neater than what we imagine. The small teams are useful to create good bonds between members and also create a sense of rivalry.'
Still, the best system that Martin had to admire was the contribution points. So far as he knew, other mafia families didn't have this system.
The mafia members would be paid each month for their work, and that's it.
The moment they chose to join the organisation, they would be considered employees who could die anytime.
Still, many ability users chose the mafia organisation because of the high wage.
Of course, some of them couldn't continue becoming a mafia member because they weren't used to committing crimes.
However, the larger portions didn't mind killing other ability users since this world adopted the jungle law, anyway.
It was common for seniority to exist in a mafia organisation, and the members could do nothing but try their best to climb the rank.
But the Sloan Family seemed different. The way they chose to establish the rank was through the contribution that the members gave to the family.
In that case, even the senior members couldn't slack off since they only had a head start and nothing else. If they kept slacking, the new members would surpass them soon!
Not to mention that aside from monthly wage, the family even gave out contribution points that worked as an extra reward for the members…
This was really costly, and many big families didn't want to waste their resources on mere mafia members, especially those in the outer circle.
But the Sloan Family took the burden and did it anyway. Is that why their influence was spreading fast?
The small missions that the mafia members did for the family might not seem much, but it helped the family to build a solid foundation.
That's how the Sloan Family could soar so fast compared to other developing families. They could even provoke those from the 7 sacred families…
Martin let out a sigh as he peeked at the higher-ups on the stage, especially the one in the middle.
Ainsley Sloan.
Martin couldn't take his eyes off the baby that became the youngest mafia boss in mafia history.
At first, he thought she was just a puppet boss, but it didn't seem like that.
'And how come the Sloan Family never committed any illegal actions that are against humanity?'
'They did sell drugs, but it stopped after the baby became the mafia boss...but aside from that…'
The Sloan Family didn't kidnap children, didn't sell human organs, didn't sell slaves….
They didn't even sell the war prisoners and held them as hostages instead.
Are you guys a fake mafia family or something?!
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