He's in Marvel, working behind the scenes.

"Boss, it's us!"

"why?"

Upon hearing the familiar voices of his men, the leader of the Savage Gang immediately stopped firing and looked closely.

There were no enemies behind us!

Yes, there were only brothers lying in pools of blood, writhing and screaming in agony.

"What's going on!?"

The leader of the Savage Gang widened his eyes, a hint of panic creeping into his expression.

"It's an illusion!"

A calm voice came from behind again.

The leader of the Savage Gang used the same trick again, suddenly turning around and firing.

This time, he has no one on his side, so the previous situation will never happen again.

"puff!"

As soon as he turned around, someone descended from the sky, pierced his shoulder with a steel fork, and used the momentum to pin him firmly to the ground.

"Don't move!"

"Don't move!"

"Don't move!"

A man in a suit suddenly appeared behind each member of the Savage Gang, pressing a Thompson submachine gun against their groin.

How is this going?

All the members of the Savage Gang were completely bewildered and stood there at a loss.

It wasn't until a thug in a suit knocked a member of the Savage Gang to the ground with the butt of his gun that the others reacted, dropping their weapons and crouching down to defend themselves.

"What on earth is going on!?"

"And who are you people?!"

After failing to get up, the leader of the Savage Gang gritted his teeth and stared at the man who was pinning him to the ground by stepping on his chest, demanding an explanation.

She had a blue pineapple-shaped hairstyle and a ponytail that reached her hips. She was very tall, but her figure was very well-proportioned.

He wore black skinny leather pants, a white shirt, and a black trench coat that reached his calves. His tie was casually draped around his neck, and his delicate face always wore a wicked smile.

What is most striking is his blood-red eyes with the number "six" on them; their sinister gaze sends chills down one's spine.

"A small fry should be aware of his place. He should just obediently die as a supporting character. Why ask so many questions? It's like he's playing a very important role."

"you……"

The leader of the Savage Gang was furious, but he couldn't utter a word.

Because the other party was smiling at him, and those mysterious blood-red eyes made him feel as if he were being watched by hell.

"skeleton!"

A steady voice came from behind.

The man called Mukuro glanced behind him, where a mixed-race youth with blond hair, orange eyes, and yellow skin stood three meters behind him.

Behind him stood a group of strangely dressed men who exuded an imposing aura.

With his smile unchanged, Mukuro asked casually, "...What is it?"

"let me."

The young man's words were plain, yet they carried an undeniable authority.

"Then you can do it!"

Hai drew his trident and stood aside with a smile.

Upon seeing the young man, the leader of the Savage Gang immediately sensed the atmosphere of everyone revolving around him as their leader.

"I am Sawada Tsunayoshi, the tenth boss of the Vongola Family." The young man calmly watched the leader of the Savage Gang complete his introduction, then said, "From this moment on, Harlem Ward belongs to the Vongola. You can choose to submit or refuse; in any case, the Vongola respects your choice. But whether we bring you destruction or prosperity is also our choice, and I hope you will respect that as well!"

Chapter Fifteen: Tamayo

Tsuna's voice was indifferent, as if he were talking about something unimportant.

But the leader of the Savage Gang felt unprecedented pressure.

Because this is a choice between life and death.

The other party may seem to respect your choice, but in reality, you have no choice at all.

But I was so unwilling to accept it.

As one of the three overlords of Harlem, the Savage Gang, and the most powerful boss in the area, he now has to bow down to a force that has appeared out of nowhere.

So, so...

"I choose to surrender!"

The leader of the Savage Gang bowed his head to Tsunayoshi.

No matter how unwilling he was, he couldn't change the situation of being disarmed.

Even if he could change things, he couldn't solve the previous situation... Just a second ago he had the absolute advantage, just a second ago he had slaughtered the opponent until blood flowed like a river.

But the next second, it turned into their own defeat.

This mysterious method is completely incomprehensible and incomprehensible... He has no way to resist until he understands it and has a way to counter it.

"very good!"

Tsuna nodded calmly, then looked ahead. "Then, go and declare to all forces in Harlem: submit or die. I need an answer within an hour!"

……

Old, low-rise buildings, dirty, smelly streets, and one of the areas with the highest crime rates in the United States... Hell's Kitchen is very similar to Harlem in many ways.

However, that's only what it seems.

Although both are synonymous with dirt, chaos, poor conditions, and even backwardness, Hell's Kitchen is relatively safer... That's not entirely accurate, since Hell's Kitchen has the highest crime rate in the United States.

However, Hell's Kitchen doesn't have such severe racial discrimination, and the atmosphere among gangs is more relaxed, unlike Harlem where robberies, thefts, and even shootouts are frequently seen on the streets in broad daylight.

The chaos in Hell's Kitchen stems from poverty, and most crimes occur in secluded areas at night. If you follow the rule of locking the door when you leave home and avoiding wandering around at night, you're unlikely to encounter any accidents.

But it is precisely this environment that has created a group of special professions.

Ham Ryan!

An old man in his fifties who was an alcoholic, but also a doctor.

Of course, they were unlicensed, unlicensed doctors.

Unlike most quack doctors in stories who suffer some kind of accident and have their medical licenses revoked, he was a conman who had taught himself the most basic medical knowledge and only knew some simple first aid methods.

Even so, he thrived in the community.

Because Hell's Kitchen is a slum, most people cannot afford health insurance, let alone pay for expensive medical care.

When people get sick or injured, besides buying medicine from a pharmacy, they have no choice but to tough it out or seek out unlicensed doctors.

Therefore, even though Ham only knew a little about medicine and first aid, and often got drunk, and even though he often killed people during treatment, people still kept coming to him for treatment.

Especially those with criminal records, even if they have money, dare not go to the hospital and can only seek treatment from him or other unlicensed doctors.

This morning at six o'clock, Ham was drunk again.

He had just performed surgery the night before, and it took a lot of effort to remove the bullet from the patient's kidney.

Although his lack of professionalism resulted in half of his kidney ulcerating, he was at least saved and can live the rest of his life with the remaining kidney.

He was exhausted from the surgery and couldn't keep going without a drink.

"Boom boom boom!"

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Ham picked up the bottle, took a big gulp, and then staggered toward the door. As he walked, he mumbled, "Coming, coming, stop knocking."

"Crack!"

The door opened.

Outside the door was a narrow alley, and standing in the doorway was a beautiful, gentle, and virtuous woman… Her eyes were soft and gentle, like a pale pink mist. Her lips were rosy, a stark contrast to her pale face; judging from her skin and features alone, she was a very young woman.

However, her attire was dignified and virtuous, and her temperament was calm. In particular, the kimono decorated with pale purple branches and leaves and bright red flowers added to her beauty, making her look just like a noble lady with high cultivation.

Ham's eyes lit up, and he even sobered up a bit.

He opened his broken teeth, ready to speak, but instead of a proper speech, a burp escaped, the stench of alcohol filling the air and making him extremely embarrassed.

"Sorry, sorry, I drank a bit too much this morning!"

"It's alright."

The woman placed her penis in front of her lower abdomen, a slight smile on her face. "I've come here today because I have something to ask you."

"...Wh-what is it?"

"I heard that you often drink alcohol before surgery, is that true?"

"Have!"

Ham readily admitted it, and as if afraid the woman wouldn't believe him, he added, "This is something everyone in Hell's Kitchen knows. If you don't believe me, you can ask anyone."

"I trust you, doctor!"

The woman's smile widened, and she continued, "I've also heard that you, doctor, often cause people to die!"

"I'm not God, it's perfectly normal for people to die from my treatments."

After Ham finished speaking, he tilted his head back and took a swig of wine, his eyes half-closed with drunkenness as he swayed at her. "If you want to cause trouble, don't beat around the bush and bring up my dark past. This is Hell's Kitchen. I'm already lucky to have escaped this illness, and you expect to receive treatment like a regular hospital..."

At this point, he couldn't help but snort twice and continued, "If you want to enjoy those things, why not go to a proper hospital?"