Bad Born Blood - Chapter 197



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197

In fact, as soon as Ozmer was overthrown, the Tajrun of Menoa began to vigorously compete with each other to seize power in the vacuum. All sorts of plots and contracts were made overnight.

In fact, no one was wary of Jafar. They considered him an outsider, an outcast who could not return without their permission, someone who could be easily pushed aside at any moment.

Rather, they all tried to borrow the influence of outsiders like Jafar. In a sharp balance, even Jafar can be of great help.

As soon as the inheritance law firm arrived, the atmosphere changed strangely. They stayed on the Menoa mothership for two days, conducting inquiries and questioning. In the meantime, an autopsy was also completed, which involved dismembering the body.

“… … It’s murder.”

The autopsy doctor hired by the law firm said. He submitted the autopsy results in a lengthy document.

Although there was a lot of complex content, the summary in the opinion paper was simple.

‘There are signs of asphyxiation due to neurotoxin and destruction of evidence.’

The snake died from poison. I thought it would make a good joke if I played it well. If I had only a little bit of social skills, I would have blurted out a comment here.

I looked at the situation, swallowing the thoughts in my head and the words on my tongue.

Menoa’s Tajiruns immediately rushed to Ozmer and forced him to confess, since the circumstances suggested that Ozmer had killed the head of the household and fabricated evidence.

‘If I were in their shoes, I would think the same way.’

But Ozmer insisted on his innocence. And he went even further… … .

-One of you killed your father! One of you tried to frame me for it! Maldon, you, you!

Ozmer kept pointing out his brothers and shouting that there was another culprit.

‘Ozmer won’t confess. It’s not like he did it himself, and if he admits his guilt, he’ll be banished.’

Unlike Jafar, Ozmer will not survive in the wasteland. He has no ‘Cato’.

The situation was deadlocked. The lawyers who had been dispatched from the law firm were talking and holding meetings. They were also in contact with headquarters and seemed to be talking frequently with officials of the Bellato Federation.

“Mr. Menoa didn’t want his assets to go to the son who killed him. That’s why he secretly hired me. If he can’t find the culprit within his family… … .”

The lawyers warned. Menoa tried to forcibly create a criminal, but the lawyers were not fooled by such shallow tricks. At least one of the children would be convinced if the criminal was revealed.

But there was no one in the house of Menoah who would take the blame for his family and brothers and bear false witness.

‘If we can’t find the culprit, the entire family’s estate will be donated.’

Japha’s ten-year plan was excellent. He used the characteristics of the Menoa family to sow distrust, and he himself bent down and planted seeds, even breaking his pride. No one could have guessed that Japha was planting seeds while prostrating himself.

-Is it true that your father said he would donate?

Maldon, who was in charge of the family’s attorney, asked the lawyers on behalf of the family.

“This is a notarized document from the Federal Government of Bellato. If you think it is a forgery, you can file a complaint with the Federal Government.”

The lawyers’ response was calm. The Menoah family also gave up to some extent and consulted with the lawyers, ready to donate their inheritance.

“Mr. Menoa’s assets will be dispersed among the non-profit organizations of the Bellato Federation. Among them, um, the shares of unregistered corporations and businesses… … Let’s convert them into legal businesses while we’re at it.”

-Is that possible?

The Menoa family’s businesses were largely illegal under federal law. There were a few businesses that were registered by circumvention, but the core businesses were illegal and criminal organizations.

“It would normally be difficult. But this is an exceptional case. A huge amount of money will be dispersed to the federal territory for public purposes. I think they will turn a blind eye to it. This is something we can negotiate.”

The Tajrun of Menoa were in an uproar. They were slightly excited, as if they had found an opportunity in a crisis.

Jafar came closer to me and whispered as if explaining something.

“Ho, I’m going to change an illegal business into a legal one through donations. By the way, the fees for donating assets from an illegal business to legal ones are quite high. There are even Tajirun families who make a living off of that. And while the money exchange is a one-time income, owning shares in a legal business provides a steady income.”

“So, you’re essentially bribing the federal government into turning a blind eye to this by giving them a donation.”

“That’s right. The private sector is replacing the infrastructure that the federal government would otherwise spend on.”

While we were talking, the lawyers were trying to persuade the Tajirun and come up with a deal. The Tajirun were a cunning and clever race, so they subtly twisted their vocabulary and words to gain more advantage.

However, among the lawyers, there were two Tajiruns. Tajirun’s method was refuted by another Tajirun, and the negotiation continued.

The lawyers handled the donation and the legalization of the business as separate matters. The Menoah family would have to pay significant additional costs to legalize the business of the donated shares.

‘How clever.’

I laughed inside.

The lawyers were smart. They received a huge amount of money for the legalization of the business. It was an amount that the Menoah family could have refused. However, if you think about it carefully, if the inheritance is going to be donated anyway, it is more profitable to invest in the legalization of the business even if it costs more.

So, the Menoah family, busy calculating profit and loss in front of their eyes, did not feel the crisis even though they were waist-deep in the swamp.

The three-day negotiations were coming to an end.

“… … And the donation is not yet confirmed. We will also send investigators to find the culprit of the case. If you look at the clause here, if we find the culprit, we will take 10% of the inheritance. It will be much more than the business legalization fee. So we plan to send our best people to investigate.”

The lawyers continued to say that there were other options besides donations and that they wanted to go that route too.

-We will also try to track down the culprit here.

“If you ever need a federal investigator, we can apply for one on your behalf. It would be difficult for the Menoa family to call one directly.”

After finishing negotiations with the lawyers, the Tajiruns contacted Jafar.

-Jafar, forget what happened so far and think carefully about returning to your family…

The Tajrun of Menoa did not give a definite answer about ‘Jaffa’s return to the House’, but only hinted at the possibility. They were reluctant to have Jaaffa return at a time when the House was weak.

‘But at this point, I don’t want to make Jafar my enemy.’

Jafar stood on an ambiguous border.

In the eyes of the Menoa family, Jafar was neither an ally nor an enemy. They had to be driven out, but sometimes they had to embrace him if it was beneficial. They couldn’t kill him out of the blue, but they also couldn’t leave him alone.

I’ve seen this situation before. I’ve seen beings that maintain balance in the gray zone and borderline like that.

‘Kinuan’s way.’

Jafar was acting as a pendulum, his feet dipping into a delicate balance.

‘Kinuan’s plan really worked.’

If you can delicately position yourself in the balance of power, you can be in a position to coordinate and dominate even if you are not an absolute powerhouse. That was Kinuan’s specialty.

After finishing everything, we left the Menoa mothership and returned to Border City.

After about a month, some of Menoa’s Tajrun came to the Jafar Company building. The building was almost finished with renovations, and the smell of chemicals and adhesives typical of new buildings lingered.

-JAPAAAAAAH!

“Jaspiekederaa!”

Jafar’s real name spread like wildfire. They even barged into Jafar’s office.

There was a fierce argument between Menoah Tajrun and Jafar who had visited. No, to be precise, it was a one-sided verbal abuse by Menoah Tajrun.

-You tricked us! Jafar! Father, you wouldn’t believe it, you… … .

I guess I finally realized everything now.

The Menoa family’s direct descendants, Tajirun, the Bellato federal government, the law firm… … Jafar secretly manipulated people while pretending not to be behind the scenes.

The assets and shares of the former family were transformed into legal capital and businesses, and the assets were dispersed to non-profit organizations under the pretext of donation.

‘Menoa thought everything was over with the donation, but before I knew it, Jafar was eating away at the Menoa family’s capital and businesses.’

As if he had been waiting, Jafar absorbed seemingly unrelated groups into the Jafar Scholarship Foundation or recruited them as subordinate organizations. All the strings were already there. Even the occasional unreasonable mergers were readily approved by the Bellato Federal Government, so there were no particular problems.

‘Jafar has been plotting to devour the Menoa family for a long time in cooperation with the federal government.’

The federal government also favored groups like the Jafar over gray groups like the Menoah clan.

The Menoah family was eaten by Jafar. Menoah’s Tajrun did not even know that they were being eaten, and only when darkness fell on all sides and there was no escape route did they realize the reality.

“Oh, and I’ve brought Lisanda to the Japa Scholarship Foundation’s board of directors. I’ll do the math to figure out how much of the stake we need to split so she can attend the roundtable, hooray, hooray. Oh, and her salary will probably need a nice raise, too.”

Jafar spoke fluently, even though he did not speak Tajrun.

The Tajrun of Menoah all shut their mouths together. They too had realized.

The Menoa family’s voting members can be designated by Jafar. Even in the case of the lowest ranks, they can be pushed out of the Round Table depending on Jafar’s support.

Knock, knock.

Jafar clapped his long claws together as the Equusian mercenaries approached, chasing away the Tajiruns.

-It won’t end like this, Jafar.

The current owner, Maldon, stepped down, swearing.

… … And a month later, news came that Maldon had died and that the head of the Menoah family had changed. It no longer mattered who the head of the family was.

“The reason things were easy to handle was because the Menoa family was behind the times. The Tajiruns are also coming to a point where they will have a hard time surviving without cooperating with the Bellato Federation. The other families have worked closely with the Bellato Federation to gain the Tajirun Autonomous Region, and are forming their own power and political groups there. If the Menoa family had been an influential group in the Autonomous Region, it would have been difficult for me to swallow them up like this.”

Jafar expressed his thoughts.

“And without Kinuan’s help, it would have been impossible. It was the way Kinuan’s scent wafted through the air. If you had told me the situation in advance, there would have been fewer unnecessary sacrifices.”

I said this while sitting on the sofa, resting my chin on my hand.

“Because it was a golden opportunity to see if you were someone who could think at Kinuan’s level. As an employer, I think I can handle this level of testing, hoy, hoy.”

I opened my eyes slightly. If I didn’t control my expression, one side of my lip would curl up and stab my cheek fiercely.

“So, were you satisfied?”

“It seems like you noticed everything from the middle. I was so relieved. Hoyoyoyoyo, it’s scary when you glare at me like that.”

I debated whether or not I should get angry.

A couple months ago, I would have grabbed Jafar by the collar right away.

It was bearable now. It wasn’t because Japha was a woman, but because my mind was stable. It was easy to consciously maintain a calm state.

Daughter.

Jafar tapped the table. A hologram appeared in the room. A map and personal information streamed out.

“… … So from now on, I will trust you completely and leave everything to you. This is Valek’s current location. Let’s start the hunt, Mr. Luca.”

Jafar cleverly threw a bait and changed the direction of my emotions. I stood up with a grin.

‘Balek.’

He is a self-proclaimed disciple of Kinuan. Perhaps he is not a self-proclaimed disciple, but rather a true disciple of Kinuan. In any case, he also handles the dual-sword fire series like me.

“Do you need additional support?”

I thought for a moment and then snapped my fingers.

“One duffel bag, big enough for a person to fit in. Oh, and a muzzle.”