"I can't even believe I got out of that alive." That was the first sentence Ryan said spontaneously as he crossed the golden gates of the enormous mansion that housed the Savant Mafia once more.
On the other side, some eyes were immediately fixed on them. "Is that them?! He's alive?! Holy shit! He's alive!!!"
Before long, he found himself face to face yet again with a crowd of excited mafiosos who looked at him with a kind of euphoria never seen before.
The convoy that had brought him here still waited tensely for his return, though now with visible relief.
"I told him he was strong and would survive!"
"Survive? Is that what you doubted? He prevented a fucking war!"
"What does the war matter? We were going to win anyway! Ryan felt sorry for them!"
"Hahaha, even the Tyrant had to tone it down for Ryan."
Ryan smiled genuinely at the sight. 'Having company isn't so bad after all.'
