In the days following the takeover of Shigo's territories, Pablo began reorganizing his house.
He appointed his n to sensitive positions: the port, the factories, the tribute collection points. He left no gap that anyone could exploit. Each area had a supervisor, and each supervisor reported to one of the four leaders: Marco, Arthur, Ido, or Shigo.
The family began to take a more organized shape. It was no longer just street gangs fighting over custors. It beca a clear hierarchical structure. Pablo's orders traveled from top to bottom quickly and efficiently. Everyone knew their responsibility. Everyone knew what would happen if they fell short.
Pablo was preparing for the coming expansion. And order was the foundation of everything.
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At the Marine headquarters, Captain Vinson was following the daily reports with cautious eyes.
He expected chaos. He expected conflicts over Shigo's territories. He expected complaints from rchants and civilians.
But none of these happened.
The reports were calm. Even better than before. The area that was previously under Shigo's control had beco more stable. Gang raids had stopped. Complaints had dropped significantly.
Vinson sat behind his desk. A glass of whiskey sat in front of him, untouched.
"This child..." he whispered. "He is cleaning up the island instead of ruining it."
He did not like Pablo. He did not trust him. But he was realistic. As long as things were under control, civilians were safe, and trade was functioning... why would he move?
He was not fond of battles, nor did he want to send his n to fight without benefit. As long as things were stable and he still held his position and enjoyed his privileges, he would not do anything foolish.
"Turn a blind eye." he said to one of his officers. "But continue monitoring. If the situation changes, we intervene imdiately."
The officer nodded. "It will be done."
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After days of organization and stability, Pablo gathered his companions in the eting room.
Marco, Arthur, Ido, and Shigo. The four sat around the wooden table. The map was drawn in front of them.
Pablo began speaking quietly.
"We now control half of Naraka Island. It's ti to think about the other half."
He looked at Arthur. "How many n do we need to control the rest of the island?"
Arthur thought. He calculated in his head. Then he said:
"Five hundred n at least. That number will ensure complete control without gaps."
No one was surprised. They knew expansion would require large numbers.
"We will start imdiately." Pablo said. Then he looked at Arthur. "I want you to oversee the expansion. Bring in new n as quickly as possible."
Then he looked at Marco. "And you... will lead the attacks on the remaining forces in the island. Gangs, bandits, anyone who stands in our way."
Marco nodded. "Is there a specific ti?"
"I don't have a specific ti. Just finish it."
Then he looked at Shigo. "And you... will participate in the attacks. You know the area better than any of us. We will need your experience."
Shigo did not hesitate. "I will."
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In the following days, the Pablo Family began a massive recruitnt campaign.
It was not difficult. The family had beco well-known. Its na was on everyone's lips. The young n of Naraka dread of joining it. Money, power, protection... all were strong temptations.
n flocked in large numbers. Everyone wanted to be part of the strongest force on the island.
Arthur chose carefully. Not everyone who ca was accepted. Only the strong.
The family's numbers began to rise quickly.
No one asked where they ca from anymore. What mattered was that they were ready to fight.
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While Arthur oversaw recruitnt, Marco and Shigo were in the field.
They led coordinated attacks on the remaining forces on the island.
Small gangs that controlled poor neighborhoods. Bandits who robbed rchants on the roads. Disorganized groups that lived on intimidation and theft.
Marco crushed them brutally. His n were trained, ard, and organized. The small gangs could not withstand.
Shigo, for his part, led attacks in areas he knew well. His long experience allowed him to know weaknesses before the battle even began.
Within a few days, most of the remaining forces were either defeated, fled, or absorbed.
Naraka was changing. Quickly.
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One night, Marco and Shigo led an attack on the last stronghold of the remaining gangs in the north of the island.
The place was a large warehouse on the outskirts of the city. About eighty n from the remnants of various gangs had fortified themselves there. They knew the Pablo Family would co. And they were ready.
But they were not ready enough.
Marco stord through the main door. His fist broke the wooden lock. His n entered behind him, their guns aid.
Shigo snuck around from the back with another group. His sword was faster than any bullet.
The battle did not last long. Less than an hour. When it ended, bodies lay on the ground. A few surrendered. The rest fled into the darkness.
Shigo stood in the middle of the warehouse. He was breathing with difficulty. But he was proud.
Marco looked at him. He did not say anything. Just nodded.
It was a decisive night. After it, there was no force left in Naraka that could stand against the Pablo Family.
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