The Mafia Empire

That wasn't the life he wanted. He didn't want to be a farmer—he wanted to fight back!

So, he nodded vigorously. "Yes, Father, I want to be a policeman, a sheriff, and one day I'll go to the city and become the chief of police. I don't like farming—I hate the smell of manure."

Mr. Kesma's mouth curled into an awkward smile as he patted Mason on the shoulder. "I let Julian leave to chase his dreams, so I can't stop you from finding your path either. I agree, but you need to understand one thing—wh it's time for the harvest, you'll still need to come back and help us.

You can take your things and head to the police station now, but remember to come back for dinner every day."

Mason was trembling with excitemt. He had never imagined the strict Mr. Kesma, who never allowed anyone to go against him, would be so op minded. Tears of joy almost welled up in his eyes as he repeatedly thanked him, clasping his hands and kissing his thumbs in gratitude.

Mr. Kesma jokingly scolded him, giving him a light smack on the head. "If you don't go pack now, you'll d up spding another night in this place you don't like."

"I'll go pack right now!" Mason dashed into the small attic to gather his belongings. Mrs. Kesma, puzzled, looked at Mr. Kesma, whose eyes revealed a touch of understanding as he began to explain.

"You can never force a cow to drink water by shoving its head down, ev if you drown it in the trough. If it doesn't want to drink, it won't drink."

Mason quickly packed a few simple belongings. It wasn't cold yet, so all he needed was a light blanket. He grabbed the file folder from the table, containing his badge and some documts. After hugging Mr. and Mrs. Kesma and saying goodbye to his siblings, he immediately left home.

Mr. Kesma sat back in the chair that symbolized his position as head of the household, crossing his legs with an amused smirk.

"What a fool. Julian left for a far off city, and this one? He's still in town and has lighted the family's workload. Wh it's time to work, I won't mind taking a stick to drive him back. Besides, I give it a month at most before Mason can't take it anymore and comes back. Without expericing country policing, anyone would go crazy."

Meanwhile, Julian probably didn't know his brother had become a country cop, wearing a badge on his chest. If he knew, he might have some thoughts about it, but ev if he were told now, it would be too late.

By tomorrow, wh the sun rises, the wine will be stored in the warehouse by the station. The day after, according to Morris, he'll take over Julian's ranch.

Morris might not realize that he's interfering with a deal worth over t thousand bucks. And for that much money, I bet the Lord would forgive sding a few people his way.

Julian's eyes filled with a growing murderous intt. He wasn't one to use such methods to solve problems. Killing someone was indeed the easiest way to deal with trouble, but doing so wouldn't help a person or a business grow—it would just create obstacles for future transformation. After all, you can't always kill your way out of every problem.

There are some people you won't dare to kill, and some you simply can't.

Wh your mind is trapped in the loop of "I'll kill whoever stands in my way," that's wh you know you've hit your limit.

Julian didn't want to kill, but sometimes people leave you with no choice but to resort to the least desirable methods to eliminate them.

The next day, at dawn, Julian st Dave and a few young lads to keep watch. He believed that everyone's actions followed some sort of pattern. Three days might not be much time, but it would be ough to figure out the geral rhythm.

"Hello, Mr. Romais, I have a question…" Julian sat in the office of a law firm, facing one of the best lawyers in Ternell City, Kevin Romais. Kevin was a very successful lawyer with an impressive education and extsive experice in litigation. As long as you paid him ough, he'd do his best, ev if it meant going against his conscice and morals.

Rectly, a scandal broke out at Ternell City's public high school—a girl had gott pregnant, and her family only discovered it wh she was sev months along, exposing the scandal.

Typically, cases like this are as solid as a rock, with no room for reversal. But the school's math teacher hired Kevin at great expse, and Kevin managed to turn the case a, getting the math teacher acquitted in court.

The teacher was released after paying a fine, and a week later, the pregnant girl jumped from the fifth floor of a hospital, taking both her life and that of her unborn child.

The case caused a massive uproar, and ev some authoritative newspapers in the capital covered it extsively, harshly criticizing the Ternell City court and Kevin Romais for his morally bankrupt actions. However, contrary to mainstream media and public opinion, Kevin became a rising star in the legal world.

In an industry where just tering meant you were part of high society, Kevin was now one of the brightest stars.

He had turned the impossible into reality, something that every capitalist and wealthy person sought. Rumor had it that the three biggest law firms in the capital had all st invitations to Kevin, asking him to join their ranks as a lead litigation lawyer.

All that was left was for him to accept.

Kevin had a clean, fair appearance and was impeccably dressed, giving a great first impression and inspiring a sse of trust. Perhaps this was one of the reasons for his success—his looks were highly deceptive. Wh he smiled, ev Julian found it blinding, like staring into the sun. What an annoying guy.