That evening, Grandpa Yofan and the others worked hard to plan the sudden tournament while also releasing the announcement for the ’monthly assembly’.

  Many of the members received the notification from the family’s app, and ’Martin’ wasn’t an exception.

  He had just ’regained his consciousness’ when he saw a notification coming from ’his phone’.

  Martin immediately looked at the phone and noticed the family’s app. When he saw the app, his first reaction was to twitch his lips in disbelief.

  The Sloan Family makes such an app? It’s a surprise that they implement such a unique app……ah, the management system is good too.

  Hmmm, no wonder the Sloan Family is the strongest candidate to enter the higher-ranking mafia society……

  ’Let’s see what the notification is about, though.’


  Martin pressed the notification pop-up, and it immediately directed him to open the app.

  However, the guy didn’t know that everytime anyone opened the app, the Ainsley chibi mascot program would always welcome them cheerfully.

  [Welcome back, Martin! Please check the message inbox for a new notification.]

  ’Martin’ was instantly speechless.

  Just how much they love the family head to make her as the app’s guide mascot?! I have never seen anyone this crazy about their family head!

  Martin suppressed the urge to curse Ainsley’s simps and obediently clicked the message inbox. He immediately saw the full message of the new notification.

  [Dear Sloan Mafia Members of all ages and genders, our family will hold a monthly assembly tomorrow.]

  [This is compulsory for everyone and anyone not attending the assembly except those outside of the mansion to do missions will be severely punished!]

  [Time and place for the assembly: 8 a.m, the backfield.]

  [You will have to scan your personal barcode at the venue to be considered attending the assembly.]

  [For those who can’t go because of outside missions, send your mission permit and proof to Ainsley Chat Bot.]

  [Thank you and have a nice day ❤️]

  The message even included Ainsley’s sticker doing the heart gesture at the end of the text.

  When Martin saw this, he was suddenly worried whether he was at the Sloan Family’s residence or one of Ainsley’s secret cults instead.

  Why are they so obsessed with the family head?? Argghh!

  "Huuuu……" Martin let out a long sigh before scratching his head.

  ’Well, anyway, since I’m here, I might as well see what the assembly is all about. Let’s use this chance to personally meet the family head face-to-face.’


  Martin looked at the message once more before checking the application by searching for the real owner’s memory. He had just copied the owner’s memory, so playing the app wasn’t that hard anymore.

  ’Let’s see, Martin……oh, he’s ranked 30, and he’s one of the loyal elite members. Not bad. Uh……this contribution points……oh, okay. And……account level? He levels up from the missions’ EXP?’


  Martin was once again dumbfounded.

  Is this a mafia family or a game developer? How come they use such a weird app to monitor and manage their family members?!

  This doesn’t feel like a mafia family at all!

  Martin felt like quitting his job as a spy planted in the Sloan Family.

  ’This family is too……weird.’


  The more Martin looked over the app, the more confused he was. The app was really treating the mafia members like a game player or something.

  They even had the mission history log, recording what missions the members had taken and the result.

  They also had the contribution point deposit and spending history……oh, they even had the shop section for members to trade the points……

  This family seriously looked like a nest for gamers instead of mafias.

  ’Is this that toddler’s idea? It’s not that bad to make such an interesting app……’


  Martin played with his phone a little longer and seriously had to admire the family head for thinking about making this kind of application for the family members.

  Thank God he took the real Martin’s phone too. Else, his cover would have been blown away as soon as he stepped into the mission hall.

  ’Hmmm, Ainsley Sloan……no wonder the higher-ups place so much importance in hindering your family’s growth.’


  Martin clicked his tongue in awe.

  ’You……are just too dangerous.’


  Martin slowly put down the phone while lying on the bed.

  ’Let’s sleep first. Tomorrow……might be a good way to approach the family head and enter her people’s inner circle.’


  The next morning, 7:30 a.m

  Ainsley woke up early like usual and she already changed into her signature punk uniform.

  The baby even tailored more than 10 uniforms like that since she would be using the same design and style to attend many events.

  30 minutes before the assembly started, Ainsley leisurely ate her breakfast while Grandpa Yofan handed her the list of events that they would hold in the mini tournament.

  When Ainsley saw the list displayed on the tablet’s screen, she couldn’t help but knit her eyebrows.

  "The first round is a battle royale?"

  "Yeah. Why? You don’t like it, Ain? This way, we can quickly see the members’ abilities……"

  "This battle royale is only suitable for solo ability users though."

  "Huh? How come–


  "If the dual or multiple ability users join the battle royale, they might not use their other abilities and we won’t know whether they’re spies or not, gwandpa."

  At Ainsley’s words, Grandpa Yofan paused before continuing.

  "What do you suggest for dual and multiple ability users, then?"

  "……talent……show?"

  Grandpa Yofan almost fell from his chair.

  "A TALENT SHOW?! This is a tournament, okay? How could it be– "

  "But a talent show is the fastest way for those people to show all their abilities, ah!"

  What other things we can do, anyway?

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