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The loud bass from the high-end speakers reverberated through the mansion grounds, filling the night air with a pulsating rhythm. A professional DJ worked the turntables, orchestrating an electrifying mix of high-energy beats that excited the crowd.
Young men and women, drawn by the party’s allure, gathered around the expansive pool and open field. Women clad in bikinis, ranging in age from their late teens to their late twenties, moved to the music provocatively, seducing the wealthy men in the party.
These women were professional models, hired specifically by the owner of the residence to add an air of luxury and allure to the event. Using pass cards issued by the homeowner, the women gained access to the military residential zone, allowing them to attend the exclusive party. Everyone believed they could make more money in one night than they earned through their OnlyF*ns accounts in months or a year.
Amid the sea of revelers, a chubby young man stepped out of a sleek sports car.
It was Chuck. Just days ago, Carn had broken his nose, leaving him bloody and humiliated. Yet, thanks to the intervention of top-tier medical professionals, Chuck’s nose had been repaired, leaving no trace of the incident. He was ready to throw himself back into the social scene.
Scanning the crowd, his eyes gleamed with interest as they landed on a group of women dancing near the edge of the pool. Their skimpy bikinis barely concealed skin, and Chuck’s leering grin grew wider with every provocative move.
Whatever grudges or memories he might have harbored from his recent humiliation evaporated in the intoxicating atmosphere. For now, Chuck was in his element, enjoying the party, blissfully unaware that trouble might be lurking just beyond the haze of music and lights.
When Chuck approached the women, they eyed him in contempt and disgust at first as his appearance and face were repulsive. Still, because of his thick gold chains hanging on his neck, expansive watch on his wrist, and brand clothes, a few girls succumbed to the temptation of money. They walked toward him and hugged his thick arms.
"Hi, sexy. You’re alone? Need a company?"
Chuck smirked and ogled their valleys. His hands slipped into their micro binikis, supporting the jiggling flesh, "Of course. Come, guide this daddy to a VIP lounge. I’ll show you some moves!"
After saying so, he moved his hips forward and backward, suggesting something lewd. The girls, however, were prepared for this even though they found Chuck disgusting. The diggers then guided Chuck into the mansion lobby, which had been converted into a dance floor.
Entering the lobby, tall and muscular bouncers in black suits glanced at him, but they allowed Chuck inside. One of them handed Chuck a gold key as if they had been expecting him.
"Young Master Chuck, your room is on the second floor to the west wing. The accommodation has been prepared as you ordered. Please enjoy."
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The bouncer referred to the $200,000 reservation that Chuck had made. Although it seemed costly for a party room, it came with a unique accommodation that only the party attendees and the employees knew. As for the girls, they were clueless about what the host and these partygoers had in store for them.
Chuck laughed and snatched the key. Pulling out a stack of $100 bills from his pocket, he gestured for the girls to follow him, "Come girls. I’ve brought several stacks of cash with me. Show me what you can do, and you’ll walk home with a few bundles. You know, the big bills."
The girls brightly smiled and gleefully followed Chuck.
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Meanwhile, a sports car that coincidentally arrived at the mansion along with Chuck parked at the fountain roundabout, and a butler in a suit rushed over. The driver got off and passed the car key to the old man, who entered the vehicle to park it at the mansion’s garage.
The driver was the young master of this house, Oiler Addanc, and he was also an elite hunter, who had participated in 24 rift operations so far. He was also the one who hosted the party to build connections and amass funds for the next expedition.
Oiler stood at just 5’11 and appeared lean, but his compact muscles and reinforced bones gave him the strength of a heavyweight lifter whenever he needed it. His handsome features and fair complexion, however, were the result of advanced synthetic modifications. In essence, apart from his height, most of Oiler’s body had been replaced with cutting-edge technological enhancements.
Upon catching sight of almost a hundred sexy women and a dozen rich kids around the pool, he smirked and wondered how many of the women would return home the next morning after the deeds. He ignored the crowd and entered his house.
When Oiler arrived at the front door, a bouncer walked over and lowered his head. He also provided the young master with the guest list.
Oiler skimmed through the list and found Chuck’s name in it. He smirked.
"That fatty is here again?"
"Yes, sir. He has just arrived a minute earlier. He has already gone to his room."
"How many girls this time?"
"Just two, sir."
"Well, at least, he’s modest… unlike those pushover fools."
Oiler passed the list back to the bouncer and made his way to the third floor, where his room was. While walking, he turned around and instructed the bouncer, "Tell our crew to pack up and prepare to move within tomorrow afternoon. We’ll migrate to a bunker."
"Sir?" The employee widened his eyes, confused.
"Something happened in the White House or the ECD. My parents have already moved. We have to leave before hell breaks loose."
"…Yes, sir. I’ll instruct the others."
"Oh, one more thing."
"Yes, sir?"
"Go pick the best girl in the party and send her to my room. Don’t forget to give her a pink pill beforehand."
"Of course, sir."
Oiler proceeded to his room. As for the bouncer, he informed his colleagues, who passed the words to the party staff. However, none of them relayed a word to the guests or the women.
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Meanwhile, Rosa directly appeared on the rooftop of the mansion. No one detected her appearance as all bodyguards were occupied with the sexy ladies around the pool. Two patrols on the rooftop stood still, wearing no pants. In front of them, a young lady provided them a paid service.
Rosa looked at the group in disgust. She scoffed. A moment later, the two men and the lady turned into stone.
After petrifying the people on the roof, Rosa scanned the perimeter and pinpointed the source of the black haze. It came from a strange man, who was on his way to the third floor.
Deeming the man as a threat, Rosa observed Oiler and waited for an opportunity.