Turning against the Assassin Guild was one of the top dangers a mafia family could face.
Rocco's body trembled slightly with unease.
When his father noticed it, he gave it a calming smile, but there was a hint of boldness in it as he replied.
"There's more than enough benefit to be had. Fulfilling your wish, Rocco, is my greatest happiness."
"...!"
"Rocco, we are the Di Malvento family. If the Assassin Guild becomes an obstacle, we'll simply crush them along with their entire organization. Eliminate the source, and all concerns will vanish."
Rocco gasped, his breath caught in his throat.
He had forgotten, amidst the relative peace of his day-to-day life, that this was the stronghold of the Di Malvento family—the pinnacle of the underworld.
And he, as the heir, was the child of its family head.
When he thought about it, there was little for someone in his position to fear.