As A Mafia Boss, I Refuse To Be An Extra-Chapter 124: Mafia’s Bold Moves I

[Back in Section A Classroom]

The class remained frozen even after the footage ended, processing what they’d witnessed.

Seraphina finally found her voice.

"Class dismissed for today. I think we all need time to process what we just saw. Mafia students, stay behind."

The other students filed out slowly, still talking in hushed, shocked tones.

Once the room was empty except for the Mafia members, Seraphina sat on the edge of her desk.

"Your leader just became the most famous first-year student in Federation history. Every news network is covering this. Every social platform is sharing the footage. By tomorrow, there won’t be a person in the entire Federation who doesn’t know Damian Valcor’s name."

She paused, her expression serious.

"That changes everything for all of you. The attention he’s going to receive, the scrutiny, the pressure from families and organizations who see him as either a threat or an opportunity. Are you prepared for what comes next?"

Edrin adjusted his glasses, his tactical mind already working through implications.

"We knew Boss was destined for something bigger than Academy politics. This just accelerated the timeline. We adapt and protect him as needed."

Ronan grinned despite the serious atmosphere.

"Boss fought seven Demons and won. I think he can handle some political pressure."

Lysa spoke quietly.

"He saved those people. Stood between civilians and Monsters without hesitation. That’s who he really is underneath all the violence and strategy. Someone who protects the people who need protecting."

Seraphina nodded slowly.

"Yes. And now the entire Federation knows it too. The question is what he does with that reputation once he recovers."

Outside the classroom, the Academy was in chaos.

Students gathering in groups discussing the footage.

Professors calling emergency meetings.

The forum servers crashing from overwhelming traffic.

Everyone trying to process the fact that one of their fellow students had just fought seven Demons on live broadcast and survived.

The world had changed in the space of ten minutes.

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[Mafia Headquarters - Former Serpent Gang Building, Outer Region]

The large meeting hall was packed with nearly two hundred people.

Marco’s original sixty-three members from the absorbed Serpent Gang. Old Man Mike’s crew from the Core Region. The newly recruited management and combat teams that had swelled the Mafia’s ranks over the past week.

All of them gathered around multiple holographic displays showing the same footage.

Their leader, the mysterious "Sir" whose identity remained hidden from most, fighting seven Demons alone in the Northern Region.

Marco stood at the front, his scarred face pale, his hands gripping the table edge hard enough to make his knuckles white.

"That’s Sir. That’s our leader out there fighting those... those things."

His voice shook slightly despite his attempt to maintain composure.

The room was completely silent except for the sounds from the footage. The brutal impacts, the screaming and the demon’s laughter. The sickening crunch of breaking bones.

When Damian saved the little girl, several of the newer members actually cheered.

When he took the devastating punch that clearly broke ribs, multiple people gasped.

Pavel, one of the veterans, spoke up quietly.

"I’ve been in combat for fifteen years. Military service, gang wars and Monster encounters... But I have never encountered those high ranking Demons."

Alessio stood behind Old Man Mike’s chair, his young face streaked with tears, his fists clenched so tight his nails were drawing blood.

"Master is going to die. They’re going to kill him. There’s too many of them and he’s just one person and–"

"Quiet, boy."

Mike’s voice was firm but not unkind.

"Watch and learn. Your master is teaching everyone a lesson about what real strength looks like."

They watched Damian’s weapons break. Watched him fight with bare hands and debris and watched him refuse to fall despite injuries that should have been fatal.

When the final demon collapsed and Damian survived, the entire room erupted.

"HE DID IT!"

"SIR ACTUALLY WON!"

"AGAINST SEVEN DEMONS! SEVEN!"

Marco was laughing and crying at the same time, relief washing over him in waves.

The newer members who’d only joined in the past week were staring at the screen with new understanding.

They’d heard stories about Sir. About his ruthlessness, about the Iron Barrel massacre and about his vision for transforming the region.

But this was different. This was their leader standing between Monsters and civilians, fighting impossible odds to protect strangers.

"That’s who we serve. That’s who we follow."

One of the new recruits spoke quietly, awe evident in her voice.

"Someone who doesn’t just talk about protecting people. Someone who actually does it when it matters."

Old Man Mike stood up slowly, his weathered face serious, his A+ rank Aura radiating controlled power.

"Everyone, listen to me carefully."

The room fell silent immediately.

"What we just witnessed is our leader fighting for humanity while recovering from his own battles here in the city. Fighting alone because he happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Fighting despite being exhausted and traveling to see family."

His voice grew harder.

"And he fucking won against seven elite Demons at just fifteen years old! Do you understand what that means?

It means we cannot and we will not, allow ourselves to be anything less than excellent in our own duties. If Sir can do that, then we can damn well take control of one city."

He turned to Marco.

"Marco, how many organizations are still operating independently in the Inner Region?"

Marco pulled up data on his tablet quickly.

"Approximately fifteen major operations, Boss. Drug networks, illegal weapon sales, human trafficking rings, underground fighting circuits, and various smaller criminal enterprises. Total estimated personnel around three hundred, but they’re not unified. Each operation is independent."

"Not anymore they’re not. As of right now, we’re moving up our timeline for complete city control."

Mike’s voice carried absolute authority.

"I want the Inner Region brought under Mafia control within one week. Not a day more than that. Not when Sir returns... One single fucking week! We send teams to every operation simultaneously. Same approach as before: submit to our rules or be eliminated. No exceptions and no mercy for those who resist."

He pointed at Pavel.

"Pavel, you coordinate the combat teams. Mixed groups of experienced fighters and newer recruits for each target. I want overwhelming force at every location to minimize casualties on our side."

"Understood, Boss."

"Katya, you handle logistics. Make sure every team has proper equipment, communications, and medical support. I don’t want anyone dying because they lacked basic supplies."

The sharpshooter nodded sharply.

Mike’s gaze swept across the assembled Mafia members.

"But taking the Inner Region isn’t enough anymore. Sir’s vision is bigger than one city, and what just happened proves that something big is about to happen.

Demons are breaching portals. The world is changing faster than anyone anticipated. We need to expand our presence beyond Tranquil City immediately."

He walked to the main display and pulled up a map of the entire Central Region.

"There are forty-seven major cities in the Central Region. Tranquil City is the largest, but the others still have significant populations and infrastructure. I want us to establish small operations in every single one of those cities within the next month."

Murmurs spread through the crowd. That was an ambitious timeline.