The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 702

Chapter 702: Chapter 702 Mafia Factions
Hearing Zhane’s steady heartbeat, Hera gradually felt her eyelids grow heavy. Without realizing it, she had already drifted off into a deep sleep in his embrace.

The moment Hera succumbed to sleep, Luke propped himself up and reached for his phone.

“What are you planning?” Rafael asked, his tone nonchalant, as if he already knew the answer but was asking just for the sake of it.

“Teaching someone a lesson for trying to hurt my woman,” Luke replied without even glancing up. His attention was focused on his phone as he sent a message to his subordinates in the underworld.

Hera might have thought her methods were already ruthless, but Luke—who had witnessed the depths of human cruelty and understood the extremes people would go to for revenge—knew better.

Emily had suffered greatly under Hera’s retaliation, but that didn’t mean she was done. If anything, once she woke up to find herself abandoned by her sugar daddy and suppressed from all sides, her hatred would only deepen. Her thirst for vengeance would only grow stronger.

Luke had no intention of giving her that chance.

She had already tried to harm Hera by ordering a hit-and-run after her attempts to destroy Hera’s reputation online had failed. Now, after her complete fall from grace, the stark contrast between her former life and her current misery would only drive Emily to more extreme measures. A woman like her wouldn’t stop until she had taken Hera down, convinced that she was the victim of some great injustice rather than the architect of her own downfall.

People like Emily were self-righteous and selfish—they never reflected on their own mistakes. Instead, they blamed the world around them, nurturing hatred simply for the sake of it, unable to distinguish right from wrong.

Luke, knowing this all too well, had no intention of giving her another chance. He needed to ensure Emily would never come close enough to harm Hera again.

[Luke: I have a task for you.]

[Goon1: What is it, boss? Just say the word, and I’ll take care of it.]

[Luke: That actress, Emily—I don’t want to see her again. Make sure she learns just how harsh life can be. She needs to understand that hurting others comes with consequences. Assign someone to keep an eye on her. This will be a long-term mission, so make sure whoever you send is well compensated.]

[Goon1: Understood, boss! Consider it done.]

[Luke: Also, any updates on the previous task I assigned?]

[Goon1: Which one, sir?]

[Luke: The investigation into the disappearance of celebrities linked to the mafia. The infiltration mission—I need to know which faction is behind it and why those women are being targeted.]

[Goon1: Ah, that one! Boss, we’re still working on infiltrating both factions. They’re on high alert, probably caught wind that we’ve been sniffing around.]

[Goon1: But one thing’s for sure—they’re definitely hiding something.]

[Goon1: Oh! By the way, Boss, since you’ve been away from the organization for a while, you probably haven’t heard about the latest changes. There’s been an internal power struggle within the Northern Faction. Blood has been spilled on both sides, but neither is backing down. The previous gang leader refuses to mediate—he already stepped down and wants no part in it.]

[Goon1: But here’s the real shocker—the former gang boss’s first choice to lead the Northern Faction, the one who originally turned down the offer, is back.]

[Goon1: Your rival, who was like a Black Puma, has returned to reclaim his position…]

[Luke: !!!]

[Luke: Σ( ･口･)]

[Luke: Are you sure about this?]

[Goon1: Yes, sir. The news has already spread, and even the other factions are aware. Some tried to take advantage of the unrest, but they only got caught in the crossfire and ended up dead.]

[Luke: Alright. Keep an eye on how this plays out. The current leader of the Northern Faction is corrupt and unfit to lead—that much was obvious from the start. His leadership caused widespread dissatisfaction.]

[Goon1: That’s the problem, Boss. The man has been eliminating anyone who opposes him, ruling through fear. At first, the previous gang boss backed Black Puma and kept a close watch on the current leader to prevent him from turning the Northern Faction into another blood-soaked disaster like the Western and Southern factions. But in doing so, he inadvertently made himself a target…]

[Goon1: The current leader was already resentful from the start. The previous boss always favored Black Puma, grooming him as the rightful successor. But when his so-called ‘godson’ rejected the position and disappeared, the current leader saw it as his chance to take control. Now, with Black Puma’s sudden return, you can imagine how bloody this power struggle has become.]

[Luke: Understood. For now, we’ll sit back and observe. If an opportunity arises, we’ll step in and back whoever gives us the better deal.]

[Goon1: Got it, Boss!]

“Hmmm. I had no idea things had escalated this badly,” Dave mused, suddenly appearing at Luke’s side, eyes locked on the chatbox.

“Tsk! You’re such a gossip, just like a nosy old lady,” Rafael scoffed. Annoyed, he kicked Dave off him when he realized he was about to be pushed out of the bed. His irritation only grew as Dave clung to the mattress, refusing to budge.

Dave retorted, “What do you know? I’m the Young Minister of this country, and this gang war is causing public unrest and fear. It’s my duty to address it and find a solution. But let’s be real—it’s not like I can completely eradicate the underworld from society.”

“Where there’s light, there’s always darkness. They’ve been a part of the system since the beginning. What the authorities can’t handle, the underworld takes care of in their own way. In a sense, it’s a form of coexistence. But this kind of turmoil? It’s bound to make the people uneasy.”

His expression darkened, frustration evident in his voice. This was one of the reasons he had been so swamped with work lately.

The internal conflict within the northern mafia faction had been giving him relentless headaches. This wasn’t just a minor dispute—it had escalated into full-blown warfare, complete with gunfire and even bombings.

The situation had nearly spiraled into a catastrophe severe enough to be classified as terrorism. Well, in a way, it was terrorism, but at the same time, it wasn’t. The warring factions weren’t targeting the country or its citizens; they were simply locked in a brutal struggle for power. As a result, the authorities could only categorize it as gang violence—for now.

Still, with the level of chaos they were causing, it was no different from an actual war. And the longer it dragged on unresolved, the more Dave felt like he was sitting on a hot pan.

“Don’t tell me you want me to back one of them just to put an end to this mess?” Luke shot Dave a look of dissatisfaction. He had no interest in getting involved unless there was something in it for him.

Every mafia faction had its own ideals and territories, and unlike the western and southern factions—who were constantly scheming against each other and engaging in small turf wars while maintaining a superficial alliance—Luke didn’t jump into conflicts just for the sake of gaining territory. As long as his interests weren’t compromised, he preferred to stay out of unnecessary fights.