Sparing A Best Man To Help Out

"I think I have the perfect plan for this Qinglong... I can spare my best man to fight this Beast and its followers alongside you both," said VK as he snapped his fingers.

A black hooded figure emerged from the loose floorboard where I had planned my escape. I thanked my lucky stars that I didn't have to use that escape, or else I would drop into the Jaws of death.

"I thought Vincent was your best man?" I questioned as the hooded figure crouched down beside VK.

"I've got lots of best men... They specialize in different fighting styles and thinking when it comes to strategies. Vincent is the best at defending his brethren while destroying his enemies."

"He knows how to read the enemies' movements rather quickly and find the quickest solution to bring down his foes without any hassle. "

"Isn't that the standard for the Mafia? Back where I was, you needed those aspects, or else you wouldn't qualify to be in the Mafia."

VK looked at me in confusion before glancing at Vincent.

"So that's why you were so surprised that I hired you so quickly... Something elite for us was normal for you. Darn, I should've sent you on more dangerous Missions."

"I thought you happened to be showing off how powerful you are because you wanted to impress that lady back at the coffee shop," mentioned VK, smiling awkwardly at Vincent.

Spitfire was stunned for a Tick before blinking once and shaking his head.

"That was not my intention. I was too used to breaking up fights and getting picked on for my skinny size that I just did my usual thing. Like how you would automatically put sugar in your coffee despite it being sweetened by the local coffee girl," explained Vincent.

"Ah... I see. Alright then, sorry about judging you. But back onto the subject, allow me to introduce Kabi. Before Minwoo died, he was a butler to the House of Dalles and shifted to Baron Tuazon's bar to help out the business when Gab had to attend to urgent business for half a year."

It must've been that break when the Umbras had finally died, and everyone was trying to recover from the losses. However, the aftermath of the final fight did take out some vital personnel of the Five Kings and their armies.

"When the Baron passed on, the bar closed, and that's when I hired him. I found him at another bar in Briton and offered the man a job since he made a perfect cocktail for me to try. And I don't regret that decision since he is a fantastic worker."

"He doesn't question his superiors and adapts to any situation, no matter how stressful the problem is. Great with new people and clients since he has a background experience of over two years serving the Dalles Family."

Two years?! That's not enough years to recognize the man as an experienced Service Crew. You need at least five years to call yourself 'advanced' and over ten to be considered 'expert'. But I rest my case; I can't place my expectations in a world that isn't mine.

Besides, I haven't given the man a chance to prove himself, and I'm already talking wrong about him... So what's the matter with me? Regardless of what I thought, VK's words of praise on this person must be valid since he had the same rank as Vincent.

The hooded figure lifted off his hood to reveal a small face with a sharp jawline and nose. The man was dark-skinned, similar to the Indians I'd met in my previous life. His eyes and curly hair were black.

"Hello there, as VK has introduced, I am Kabi. I am known to be the bartender of the Mafia and the lead commander of the Southern Albion fleet of the Mafia. I'm here because VK called for me to prepare for a major battle."

"Would this discussion be the battle you had been going on for the past few months?" asked Kabi, raising an eyebrow.

"Bingo! Glad you can help them," said VK, mock clapping at Kabi's prediction.

"I haven't decided on that yet. And with the work you pile on me, I will have a broken spine soon. Besides, I've got the intel you needed, and you still haven't paid me for last month's Missions," complained Kabi, tapping his foot impatiently.

"I'd forgotten to pass it to you the last we met. It was a busy day, okay? I can't be carrying these Coins around those parts... I'll look like a walking beacon!" said VK as he went over to his desk and dragged the drawer out.

"Not my problem. You dragged me into this group with a guaranteed exchange of money. That's all I care about."