A flash of sword light, and a head flew high into the air, blood from the chest cavity instantly splattering in all directions, turning everything around red.
A man clad in imposing, blood-red armor stopped in his tracks. He stood in the conference room, where he had killed all the members of the small gang alliance, leaving no survivors.
The flowing blood, like dye, transformed the entire conference room into a scene resembling hell.
Vega, draped in demonic robes, stood like a demon king in the center of the conference room, surrounded by blood and corpses. This scene filled everyone with fear and dread.
Wherever Vega looked, no one dared to meet his gaze; they all lowered their heads to avoid his eyes.
Some timid people trembled and fell silent when they saw Vega's scrutinizing gaze, swallowing hard to relieve their tension.
Vega scanned the entire conference room, and after seeing that all the people who were in his way had been killed, he slowly removed the Imperial Arms of Demon Possession, and the armor that had been attached to his body immediately disappeared.
Tap tap.
Step by step, they walked from the area littered with severed limbs toward where Jack and the other city councilors were.
Vega's gaze was icy and chilling, bringing an endless sense of awe, as if a demon king or the Grim Reaper was watching them.
At this moment, their lives were no longer in their own hands.
This situation made the bodyguards extremely nervous. Even the weapons in their hands could not make them feel safe at all. They were sweating profusely.
They witnessed firsthand how Vega conjured up a suit of armor and then slaughtered over a hundred people as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.
"Congressman Jack, you need to give me an explanation." Vega's eyes flashed dangerously as he looked at Jack, who was hiding in the bodyguard center. "Don't tell me, these small gang alliances coming here has nothing to do with you."
"Moreover," Vega said coldly, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes, "Krok told me that these trash were able to come up here because you asked him to."
"In that case!" Vega placed his right hand on the hilt of the demon-infested sword. "Can I assume that you also want to acquire Vongola's territory and are eyeing the family?"
"Glug."
Jack, in his fifties, felt the approach of death looming over him. If he answered incorrectly, Vega would likely cut off his head without hesitation.
The image flashed through his mind, instantly filling him with a cold sweat and causing his body to tremble uncontrollably. For a moment, he didn't know how to explain it.
He now regrets having the idea of having a small gang alliance provoke the Vongola family, hoping to use these small gang alliances to pressure Vega and gain more benefits for himself.
There were even smaller gang alliances that assisted in fighting against the powerful Vongola family and preventing Naklo City from slipping out of their city council's control.
But Jack hadn't expected Vega to be so powerful, easily taking down over a hundred gunmen all by himself.
This level of power completely terrified Jack, because he was afraid that Vega would kill him at the slightest provocation.
"I...I...I didn't."
"Vega, you've misunderstood. I just saw those people about to fight the Vongola family down there, and I stepped in to defuse the situation in order to avoid a fierce battle."
"I never expected that those small gangs would actually unite and try to take over the Vongola family. These guys deserved to die."
As he spoke, Jack bent slightly, as if he were a humble servant explaining to his master.
Jack's bodyguard's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he stared in disbelief at the bent-over man. This was Jack, a big shot in Naklo City and a city councilor!
A powerful figure who could decide someone's life or death with a single word was now bowing and apologizing to a young man of considerable strength. Although Vega Vongola was incredibly powerful and the Vongola family was equally formidable, this still seemed unbelievable to them.
"Is that so?" Vega chuckled dismissively, looking at Jack with a playful gaze. "So, should I thank you?"
"No, no," Jack quickly protested. "Even without my intervention, Mr. Crook could easily resolve these problems."
Vega stared at him, the immense pressure causing Jack to break out in a cold sweat, his heart pounding with anxiety, fearing that the sword would slice through his throat at any moment.
After Jack had been filled with fear for a long time, he finally heard a heavenly sound.
"If something like this happens again, then Mr. Councilor Jack, you'll need to go home early and say goodbye to your family."
"Yes, Lord Viga, there certainly won't be a next time," Jack replied immediately, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.
"Now that we've covered that, shouldn't we get down to business?" Vega walked to the head of the room, sat down, and looked at Jack, saying:
"Regarding the establishment of a new order in Naklo City, and the Vongola family's rule over Naklo City."
As Vega's cold gaze swept over them.
Jack sighed inwardly and glanced at the other councilors around him.
At this moment, the city councilors were already terrified by the hellish scene in the conference room.
These members of parliament were completely stunned by Vega's methods. Their original thoughts of looking down on young people and wanting to take advantage of his youth and seize the Shelby family's inheritance had long been forgotten.
Jack knew that from now on, Naklo City would probably belong to the Vongola Family.
After all, Vega was incredibly powerful and had a large number of subordinates.
Their city council is simply powerless to resist.
Jack couldn't help but close his eyes, mentally hypnotizing himself: "There are more than just one or two cities in the United States of Armenia that are ruled by underground families."
Even the entire continent of the United States of Armenia is controlled by other families, so it wouldn't be surprising to see another city, Naklo, controlled by the Vongola family.
After that, Vega, who was sitting high in the main seat, spoke in the conference room, while Jack and several other city councilors stood obediently to the side like rubber stamps, nodding obediently.