I Become Baby Mafia Boss Chapter 164 - "Special Treatment"

Chapter 164 - "Special Treatment"

This fake G.o.dfather was actually handsome too. While his appearance didn't have colour, his figure was still das.h.i.+ng.

Tall, broad chest and a typical western-Asian mixed breed.

Maybe he could be said to be as handsome as Zayn Malik in Ainsley's previous life. Or even more handsome. That sharp eyes and refined jawline is giving him a tremendous s.e.x appeal.

Women simply will melt in front of his gaze. Well, if Ainsley didn't see Finley, she would also appreciate this handsome hunk.

But compared to Finley's fantasy-like beauty...uh, this man over here can only pa.s.s as a s.e.xy uncle.

He pa.s.sed as a hot daddy category too.

But surely this couldn't be said as the most handsome man in the world, right? This youth here, around 25 years old, didn't look like a deity or something that could topple a city with his look.

Clearly, he's not the G.o.dfather!

Seeing the disdain in Ainsley's eyes, the G.o.dfather almost choked on his saliva and might as well perish once more.

How could an intelligent person like him didn't know what the baby's look means?

She clearly doubts him solely because his face couldn't be called the best face in this world, right?!

The G.o.dfather had the urge to roll his eyes.

Can't this baby think straight? That t.i.tle is obviously just flattery in the mafia world to boost his prestige.

Everyone wants to flatter him, and since he is handsome and his handsomeness topped others of the same generation, they give this label to him.

Which idiot won't know that humans, no matter how handsome they are, still can't compare to the elves or the fairies?

But why the heck does this girl look at him as if she's so disappointed?

Hey, hey, I'm not the one who says that I'm the most handsome man in the world, okay? Don't blame me!

The G.o.dfather's face turned black as he glared at Ainsley, clearly expressing his displeasure. This junior already made him lose face several times…

Maybe it's time to show her the real deal.

The transparent figure wearing a formal mafia suit sighed before lifting his chin arrogantly.

"Fine. This lord gives you proof of my words." The G.o.dfather harrumphed. "You know that one of my abilities, when this lord is still alive, is...dominance?" The young man didn't beat around the bush and immediately asked Ainsley.

"Mmm, I know! But so what? You're just a dead spirit. Without a shaman as a mediator, can you even utilise your abilities?" Ainsley rolled her eyes, thinking that the spirit was a dumb young spirit.

Who didn't know that spirits couldn't harm anyone in the living world except for aiding them using their knowledge and experience?

This is precisely why Code-B would rather summon souls than dead spirits since he wasn't a shaman and couldn't use their power!

Hearing Ainsley's grumble, The G.o.dfather sneered.

"Do you think that this lord is an ordinary spirit? Hmph! If this lord is the same as that trash, how can you see me and hear my voice even though you're not a shaman?"

When the G.o.dfather exposed this fact, Ainsley's face changed. She still pretended that she's a shaman, but this spirit already knew she's just lying.

Thus, what he said might be true. Without shamans, ordinary people without the power to interact with dead spirits couldn't see them or hear their voice!

Realising this, only then Ainsley started to believe the young spirit's words. It seemed that the spirit wasn't an ordinary one. It should be a powerful existence when he's still alive!

But he couldn't be the G.o.dfather, right? If yes, that would be too freakis.h.!.+

Ainsley paused for a few seconds to ponder the young spirit's words before reluctantly nodding.

"...okay. If you can use one of the G.o.dfather's unique ability without the help of a shaman, I'll believe that you're the real G.o.dfather!"

When Ainsley said this, she already broke into a cold sweat. If she failed the bet, it was the same as accusing the real deal when she's the imposter.

The pot calls the kettle black!

The G.o.dfather finally found a chance to prove his ident.i.ty. Thus, how could he hold back? He immediately puffed up his chest and rambled.

"La.s.s, you know that the ability 'dominance' is special to me alone? If others want to have it, they will need to get my heritage! You know that, right?"

The G.o.dfather obviously didn't see Ainsley as a mere 3-year-old kid. She's obviously a youngster already, so she should understand this topic.

"Mmm. I know. When someone reaches a legendary realm just like the G.o.dfather, they can have an exclusive ability. I know." Ainsley nodded.

"A few other geniuses also have this exclusive ability belonging to them, and no other ability users can have the same ability." She added.

Throughout the history of the special ability users, there were a number of people who had a never-seen-before ability that only they possessed. As long as they're alive, no other ability users would have this ability.

Only when they pa.s.sed away and gave their heritage to others would another user acquire this exclusive ability.

Up to now, no one knew how ability users gained their power. It's completely random, and just say that it depends on one's talent.

For the original soul of Ainsley's body to awaken her keen hearing when she's only 3, that's already incredible.

Unfortunately, Ainsley didn't know that her previous body didn't acquire any other abilities after growing up.

She became a useless ability user in an instant.

But this timeline's Ainsley was someone from another world. She's naturally a wonder for this world. Thus, the world itself gave her heaven-defying abilities.

Maybe because someone with a special soul would also get special treatment!

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