I May Be a Virtual Youtuber, but I Still Go to Work Chapter 231

In the end, the manager of Olympus Restaurant took the necktie and headed to the Gun Club first.

Magia stayed in the car, watching as the manager walked up to the gate...

“Oh! Isn’t that Olympus Restaurant’s manager? Co on in!”

One of the mbers, waiting at the entrance, opened the gate without so much as a security check.

Soon, both Boss Dingsam and Deputy Boss Kamik ca rushing out to et her, breathless after returning from the turf war.

It was obvious—the Eastern mafia was hoping Olympus Food might switch its partnership to their side.

The manager imdiately laid the purple necktie down and explained everything that had happened.

After hearing the full story, Dingsam took a deep breath and said,

“I'm pretty sure this wasn't our guys' doing.”

“Then how did your necktie end up in the truck?”

“Red Hood must’ve done it.”

“Red Hood?”

“Yes. Just a while ago, we had a cache of bombs we'd smuggled in stolen by those Red Hood bastards. Our mbers went through hell to get those...”

Dingsam was playing the long ga.

Positioning his faction as victims of Red Hood, he was angling for sympathy from the manager.

“They must’ve taken so of our uniforms and ties too when they raided the warehouse.”

“Then why dump the truck near Study Abroad’s base?”

“It wasn’t ‘dumped.’ It was planted. Like you said, it’s hard to suspect Study Abroad directly, so this was a setup to shift suspicion onto us.”

“I see... That’s why I wanted to ask your side first. I didn’t expect you to have been hit by Red Hood too.”

Dingsam slamd the table, his voice rising with conviction.

“Ever since that robbery, we’ve issued a kill-on-sight order for Red Hood. Anyone involved with them is to be wiped out. Right, Eun?”

“Yes, Boss. I warned everyone not to even ntion Red Hood. I’m still shaking from what they did to two days ago.”

Dingsam’s greasy charisma, paired with the growing public consensus that Red Hood was the city’s chaos incarnate, created a potent effect.

“When you consider the power imbalance between East and West, it’s not that strange to think Study Abroad might’ve turned to Red Hood for help. We completely mopped them in this turf war, after all. Hah!”

“Yeah, I did hear the West got stomped hard.”

“Plus, their boss? Absolutely nuts. Totally erratic. Wouldn’t surprise if she made a deal with Red Hood. Honestly, Darai and that chick would get along great.”

The manager, already half-convinced that Study Abroad was shady thanks to Magia’s earlier suggestions, began to solidify her stance.

After all, it made sense: a desperate Western mafia might pull sothing like this.

But the lack of solid evidence made her hesitate.

She let out a long sigh and murmured,

“It’s hard to be certain right now. But at the very least, I want to believe you folks had no part in this.”

“Oh, thank you so much! I hope you find solid proof soon. And by the way—our door’s always open if you ever want to renegotiate that partnership. Just say the word. I already told the boys—you saw how fast we let you in, right?”

“Appreciate the hospitality.”

“Heh heh heh, pleasure’s mine.”

With a puzzled look, the manager left the Gun Club's base.

Watching her expression as she returned to the car, Magia was now almost certain her plan had worked.

But the most important part still lay ahead: the final step of the operation.

They needed to provide irrefutable proof that the Western mafia was colluding with Red Hood.

This was the mont that required the most care—one misstep and it could all unravel.

As the manager got into the driver’s seat, Magia spoke calmly.

“So? Doesn’t seem like it was them, huh?”

“Yeah... if the Gun Club also got robbed by Red Hood, it really doesn’t add up.”

“Then should we check out Study Abroad’s base too?”

“We have to.”

“But what if we don’t find anything there either? The whole thing would just stay a mystery.”

“All we can do is hope sothing turns up...”

“What kind of evidence would convince you?”

“If we could just get a photo of Study Abroad’s boss and Red Hood’s boss together... that’d be hard to deny.”

“Should I help? I don’t know how I could help, but...”

The manager ruffled Magia’s hair with a little laugh.

“Then can you stay with a bit longer? That way I can at least say I was showing you the mafia base if soone asks.”

“But isn’t Study Abroad your partner? Why would you need an excuse?”

“Because we’re sneaking in.”

“Eh? Don’t they have to let you in?”

“The GM, the CEO, and I—we have admin clearance. We’ll slip in and wait in hiding for a photo op.”

“You’re not going to talk to their boss?”

“Like Boss Sansam said earlier, Binyeo’s got a wild temper... and she’s been acting real suspicious lately. I need to see it with my own eyes.”

“Ahh.”

The viewers couldn’t help but gape in disbelief.

After all, Olympus Restaurant’s manager, Going Mary, was a second-gen mber of Lapits.

She had shared the sa agency floor with Serena—now Ena.

Magia cared deeply for Ena—and by extension, for Marysha too.

And yet, here she was, spinning her around like a toy all for the sake of RP.

— She seriously needs to be banned from running more than 2 RP threads at once 😂

— But it’s so good, right??

— The people getting fooled must be feeling it in the back of their skulls rn 😂

— I’m so hyped for the server finale, bro 😂😂

— fr 😂😂

— And the fact that she’s only doing this to people she’s actually friends with makes it even better 😂

— The way she demolished Mugeon was legendary

— Co on... they have to be playing along, right?

Even though it looked like she was just ssing around with Marysha...

In truth, Magia was texting with Pino in real ti, adjusting the plan on the fly.

tap tap tap

{{ Outgoing ssage / to Pin0 }}

{{ Unni, bring the boss to Study Abroad HQ }}

{{ Incoming ssage / from Pin0 }}

{{ Got it! On our way! }}

The turf war was over.

If the Gun Club was already back at base, then the Western mafia would be too, regrouping and repairing.

Darami, who had been sent to stir up trouble during the war, hadn’t made any noise.

Which ant she and Pino hadn’t been caught or chased.

Now, with Study Abroad's mbers resting at HQ... Darami would make her entrance.

There wouldn’t be a shootout—not imdiately.

Just like the Gun Club two days ago, Study Abroad knew who Darami was.

As soon as she appeared, the mafia crew would scramble to turn it into a WWE-style spectacle.

And their boss?

The one and only Rain—a chaotic, free-spirited first-gen from Parallel.

Manager Marysha would get her photo op.

Maybe even a shot of Rain and Darami shaking hands.

***

Not long after, just like with the Gun Club, Pino’s bike soared through the air and dropped Darami into Study Abroad’s territory.

But instead of surrounding her in an organized formation like the Gun Club had, the mbers of Study Abroad—who were all as chaotic as Rain—just wandered around and acted like old friends.

And how do you think that looked to Manager Marysha, already full of suspicion?

Click! Click!

Hidden in the bushes, her cara shutter kept snapping. Marysha murmured to herself over and over:

“They’re seriously... in cahoots? Don’t tell the entire Western mafia has been helping Red Hood...?”

And at that exact mont, what was happening between Rain and Darami?

“Kyahahaha! Very nice! Good! Bombs only? We love it. These days if we use bombs, people call us monsters. But you’ll buy them at premium? Even better!”

“We’re the ones who should be thankful you accepted the deal. Honestly, we’d also like to trade weapons and ammo, if possible.”

“No. Not allowed. We're weak in turf war. You supply that. We sell bombs, not for money. You bring guns.”

They were really making a deal.

Red Hood would supply the hard-to-use bombs,

and in exchange, Study Abroad would provide guns and ammo.

It might seem odd that a mafia group—who could easily source weapons via smuggling—was asking for guns.

But as ntioned before, the Western mafia’s gunplay skills were subpar compared to the East.

That ant they struggled to secure weapons and ammo effectively.

So they were leaning on Red Hood’s reputation to close that gap.

Their boss “Binyeo” (Rain), just like her real-life personality, didn’t give a damn about reputation, bounties, or public perception—a true agent of chaotic neutrality.

Thus, the deal was sealed.

“Great. You’re a reasonable business partner. We’ll figure out a way to get you weapons.”

“Good! I expect big things from Red Hood! Kyahahaha!”

And of course, the mont they shook hands—snap!

Marysha caught it all on cara.

Reviewing the photos, she whispered,

“...I need to report this to the manager and the CEO imdiately.”

She sprinted toward the entrance, now left more exposed thanks to Darami’s appearance.

Magia quietly followed, hopping into the car with her. Vroooom—

The engine roared, and the car sped away, reaching Olympus Restaurant in no ti.

Wicker, the branch manager, had been rushing around trying to secure produce or adjust the nu.

But the mont she saw Marysha arrive, she ran over.

“So, how did it go?”

“Well... I think we need to bring this straight to the CEO. But first, look at this.”

Wicker saw the photo of Rain and Darami shaking hands—and gasped.

“No way. Study Abroad’s been helping Red Hood?!”

“We caught them mid-deal. I even recorded video, so the evidence is solid.”

“Damn... We might really have to change partners now...”

The report reached Crkemang, the Olympus CEO, almost instantly.

“What?! Study Abroad’s helping Red Hood?!”

“Yes, and the evidence is nearly airtight.”

“You’ve got to be kidding ... Of all the people to help, why the hell would you pick the city’s #1 terrorist? Jesus.”

Crkemang clicked his tongue and slamd the table as he ca to a decision.

“That’s it. Manager Go, send that video.”

“Yes sir, sending now.”

“I’m forwarding it to Binyeo and demanding answers. If she doesn’t deny it outright, that’s confirmation. We’re switching partners. I’m not working with psychos who aid bomb freaks.”

“You’re right.”

“This only tarnishes our reputation.”

— Wow 😂

— It really ca to this, huh

— The West’s totally screwed if they get cut off from Olympus

— It’s West vs. the entire city now

— Even with Red Hood’s help, that’s a losing fight 😨

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:: If they send the video to the cops, they’ve got grounds to raid the West mafia HQ too 😂 ::

— If Mugeon cos in, they’re cooked lmao

— Seriously 😂

— No one can stop pissed-off Mugeon 😂

Magia had achieved exactly what she set out to do.

[...Oh. You caught us. Can’t help it now. Olympus boss, do as you will.]

“You’re not denying it, huh?”

[We have no choice. We need to survive. If we lose turf in the war, we’re disqualified as mafia. OK?]

Losing Olympus ant losing the most stable business connection and all their cheap food supplies.

But in the end, what mattered more than partnerships... was turf control.

The turf war was the real priority now.

“Sorry, but I can’t keep feeding criminals or people who hang out with them. Pay double, and maybe we’ll talk.”

[What?! Double? That’s way over the line! That’s insane!]

“If you want to team up with Red Hood, you better be ready to pay the price. That’s all. Goodbye.”

[No——!]

Click.

With the operation complete, Marysha found Magia at the restaurant, quietly eating the food she’d been given, and approached her.

“It’s done. You can head back now.”

“I’m glad it ended well. So we’re working with the East now?”

“Pretty much. We were already mad about them trying to hijack our truck to keep us from leaving, so the CEO is furious.”

“Looks like the Western mafia’s in big trouble.”

Marysha tilted her head.

“Well... with Red Hood on their side, maybe not.”

“Huh?”

“Darai’s crazy good at dodging the cops. I bet she’ll pull off sothing wild in the turf war. Especially with the bombs she stole from the Gun Club and the ones she’s getting from the West... I’m really worried about how she’ll use them.”

Magia stood up after finishing her al, smiling faintly.

“Just my opinion, but... maybe she’s pretending to help the West, just so she can stab them in the back.”

“Huh? Why would you think that?”

“Well, if Darai wants to stay active, she can’t have any one faction getting too strong.

Wouldn’t it be smarter to wait for the big turf war... and then wipe them all out at once?”

— ...?

— Uhhh

— Did she just leak her own plan?

— 😂 fr tho

— She’s so confident she’ll pull it off anyway

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— Ah

— Ohhh

— Dude are you a genius???

While the chat was loving the drama,

Marysha, touching her lips pensively, looked far more serious.

“...Hmm.”

If the mafias got wiped out in one fell swoop because they underestimated Red Hood—

Wouldn’t that be exactly what Red Hood wanted?

Thinking it over, Marysha decided to hedge her bets.

“Just in case... do you mind if I tell the police what you said?”

Everything was going exactly as Magia planned.

With a gentle smile, she clapped her hands and replied,

“Of course! If it helps the public good, that’s wonderful!” 😄