Chapter 550 - "Mini Tournament"

Can the mimicry ability users copy the soul oath sign too? 

Grandpa Yofan took a deep breath and sighed. 

"Only a small percentage of these ability users can mimic the soul oath that bound the subordinates to the bosses. So...you don't need to worry about this." 

Actually, the reason why all important people in the mafia family needed to swear an oath that would tie their soul and life was because of the possibility of someone impersonating them. 

It's scarce for mimicry ability users to be able to copy the soul oath too, that's why it's hard to sneak into the family as a spy. 

However....it didn't mean they couldn't sneak into the family through the normal members. 

"Ain, our family never have spies or find spies in the rank so far because we are just a worthless family. But now that we are rising fast…" 

Grandpa Yofan shook his head. 

"I'm afraid that many mimicry ability users from other families have infiltrated our family. This is also why I come to tell you the information about The Golden Scale." 

"Gwandpa, you mean...someone from the golden scale might have sneaked into the family through the incident a week ago?" 

Ainsley's face darkened at the thought. 

Is that...possible? Really? 

Grandpa Yofan could only nod reluctantly. "Yeah. I'm afraid that there are already spies in our family and we don't know about it." 

Ainsley fell silent. She rubbed her temple and sighed. 

She didn't think this was possible...but the golden force members could have kidnapped the patrol guards that night and replaced them with their members, right? 

How could we know whether they're fakes or not when the mimicry ability users could even copy memories, habits, etc? 

"What do you suggest, Gwandpa? Is there a way to detect the spies or see whether our family has spies or not?" 

Ainsley wasn't too sure about spies and other matters since she had just become a mafia boss. In this aspect, she's still lacking. 

Thankfully, Grandpa Yofan was wise and knew many tricks. 

"Well, I think we should check the members' abilities and match their abilities with the record." 

Mimicry ability users can't copy the target's special ability, after all. Those who could copy other's special abilities were called copycat ability users. 

"I see, Gwandpa. What should we do to check their abilities?" 

"Well, let's hold a sudden inspection and force the members to show their special abilities right in front of us. If they can't, it means there's a possibility they're spies!" 

At Grandpa Yofan's words, Ainsley's eyes brightened. She slapped the table and nodded. 

"Oh! That's a good idea! Should we hold this sudden assembly tomorrow? I want to clear our ranks from spies before we go to attack the Godfather Mausoleum." 

"Yes, tomorrow is good. But you should make a good excuse to hold the assembly so that you won't alarm the spies away." 

"You're right, Gwandpa. Any good excuse?" 

"How about saying the assembly is to select the people going to join the mausoleum invasion?" 

"Oh...troops selection. Should it be like an interview, duel, or…?" 

"Let's create a mini tournament for all the members, including those we just recruited!" 

Ainsley couldn't agree more with Grandpa Yofan's plan. 

"That's perfect! For the venue, let's just use the backfield and announce the assembly tonight. However, let's not tell them that it's a tournament." 

"Alright. Elliana and I will manage this event and determine the tournament's sessions. With this, we can recheck the members' abilities as well as assess their capability." 

After all, some of the members had undergone intense real-life war training right after they went back from the Void Valley Territorial War. 

If they didn't show any improvement as elites, their ranks should be lowered. 

Just like that, Ainsley and Grandpa Yofan planned for a surprise mini-tournament to catch the spies, and none of the members knew except for the few loyal higher-ups. 

At the same time, that afternoon, the members were busy with missions, and some of the group went back in panic. 

"Quick, quick, find a healer! Martin is injured during the mission!" 

"What? Martin? Our team leader? Damn. He's in the top 30 rankings, isn't he?" 

"Yeah, part of the elite troops and also one of the selected few that swore an oath to the boss." 

"Oh, no, we can't let him die then. Hurry, hurry, save him!" 

The members at the mission hall were busy talking about the injured Martin while the person himself was currently pretending to lose consciousness. 

'Hmmm...I went to ambush this guy as soon as the representative meeting ended. It turns out this guy was quite capable...it is so hard to kidnap him and replace him like this.' 

The young man silently opened one of his eyes to look around the mission hall. His teammates brought him here, and that made his job easier. 

'The first step of infiltrating the Sloan Family is done. I even copied the soul oath of this guy...well, for now, let's recover my energy first.' 

The young man closed his eyes once more and started to recover his energy. 

He had used his power twice to impersonate the young representative from one of the 7 sacred families. 

Now, after planting the seeds to control the oldies, he immediately went to the Sloan Family. 

If he had a weak body, he would have died from exhaustion impersonating two people on the same day. 

'Ah, whatever. After I rest tonight, I should send some news to my brothers…' 

The young man slightly moved his wrist, and at an angle that one couldn't see clearly, a golden scale tattoo was embedded peacefully into his skin. 

He's...someone from the Golden Scale! 

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