Chapter 275: They are skilled at their work
"Beauty, you didn’t think you’d see me so soon, did you? You dared touch this young Miss; now you have to pay with your life. " Louisa smirked as she glanced coldly at the calm Kyle, completely ignoring the thug’s presence.
When she thought of Kyle being passed around like a cum slut to different clients in a day, a cruel smile appeared on her face.
She flicked a finger, and one of the black-suited guards handed her a cigar. Another lit it for her as she took a deep drag, exhaling a slow plume of smoke.
“Bundle him up, and don’t damage his face—he has clients to serve tonight,” she ordered, taking another drag of her cigar.
Kyle pulled out the dagger from his pocket and signaled Mira to stand aside.
"Now, you’re all here, it’s time to end this pointless chatter." As soon as those last words left her lips, he disappeared into thin air, shocking everyone.
Then he suddenly appeared behind a guard like a ghost and slit her throat while everyone watched in terror.
The thug boss fired repeatedly out of fear, but her bullets hit the guard’s body as Kyle moved to his next target unscathed.
A bolt of fear thundered through Louisa’s heart, and she tried to hide behind her guards as she ordered them to attack in a frenzy.
But hearing the pained screams as her guards’ bodies collapsed one by one onto the ground, she immediately knew her guards were useless and that she had to escape.
"Sir, please forgive me. It was a woman who told us to rob you. Please... I only wanted your money, I wasn’t going to kill you!" The boss knelt on her knees and begged; the bloodied gash in a guard’s throat terrified her so much that a wave of yellow liquid trickled down her pants.
The other thugs tried to run, but before they could escape, a dagger pierced through their chests, and they collapsed to the ground.
Mira shook her head as she covered her nose against the bloody stench in the air. She wondered who might have tipped off the thugs.
Kyle was like a killing machine; he moved through the crowd of ten as if he were mowing grass.
Louisa didn’t have time to beg before Kyle struck the back of her neck, instantly knocking her out.
The fight, or one-sided slaughter, lasted three minutes; the thug boss and the unconscious Louisa were the only ones left alive.
Kyle was grateful to them for blocking him in a blind spot where there were no cameras; he only needed to deal with the bodies, and the authorities wouldn’t discover anything.
He pulled out a clean handkerchief and wiped his dagger before walking toward the trembling woman.
"Contact that person and tell her the job was successful and lead her here," Kyle instructed coldly, already having an idea who that person might be.
"Y-Y-Yes," the woman stuttered, and with shaking hands, she turned on her hologram screen and sent the message out.
"I h-h-have done what you ask. P-P-Please—" The woman’s voice was cut off by a slit in her throat.
She looked at Kyle in disbelief as the light in her eyes dimmed.
"Here. You can leave. I’ll handle this and head back to the Island," Kyle said as he tossed the card to Mira, who nearly didn’t catch it.
“Alright. Bye—I’ll contact you if it’s something that needs Madam’s signature.” Mira’s voice echoed behind him as she turned a corner.
Kyle hummed, his fangs throbbing painfully, but the thought of feeding from someone other than Cyra almost made him throw up in disgust.
He prefers to drink from a blood bag rather than feed from their veins.
"Blue, pull their bodies together," Kyle instructed as Blue appeared beside him.
Blue stretched with a whine, its feline gaze locked on the corpses on the ground, then sighed.
“Masterrr... why do you always make me do the cleanup? Meow~" Though it complained, it obediently transformed into its larger form and gathered the dead bodies.
"Master, this one is alive!" Blue called out as it patted Louisa’s chest with its sharp claws.
“I know. I’ll sell her for a good price at the brothel. First, I need to cut off her tongue to stop her from talking... and her wrist to keep her from asking for help.” Kyle responded casually and squatted beside Louisa. He was about to do as he planned when he heard footsteps approaching.
He straightened up as the secretary, an elated smile plastered on her face, came to a halt.
Her smile froze comically when she noticed the bodies on the ground. Without a word, she turned on her heels and was about to bolt when a dagger flew toward her, piercing the back of her neck.
The woman fell to the ground, clutching her bleeding neck as she crawled forward in a desperate attempt to escape.
A trail of blood stained the ground, and her eyes gradually dimmed. Her final thoughts were filled with regret for her greed—she wished she had never set her sights on Kyle.
Kyle frowned when he saw the blood stains around him; he didn’t have his tools to thoroughly clean the scene.
“Blue, leave the bodies. I’ll call the cleaners to take care of them," Kyle muttered as he turned on his hologram screen.
“Master, no! Those people aren’t cheap. They only dispose of dead bodies and clean up crime scenes, yet they charge a huge amount every time, as if they were the ones who carried out the assassination. Meow!” Blue’s sharp meow was filled with anger.
The thought of those snobbish, greedy people made it hiss, its fur standing on end as if it wanted to attack.
“They are skilled at their work, though. Even if they’re expensive, they remain popular among hired killers.” Kyle shrugged with a helpless sigh as he entered the area and took a picture of the bloody scene.
Blue peeked at Kyle’s screen, still feeling indignant. When he saw the other party, who charged three hundred thousand silver coins, he meowed and swiped at the holographic screen as if trying to attack the person through it.
Kyle yanked Blue by the cuff and paid the fee via the black market interface.
“Meow! I can do a good job, Meow! Three hundred thousand silver coins!” Blue yelled in anger as it waved its claws wildly in the air.
Kyle quickly sent Blue back into his tattoo; at last, his ears found peace.
He stayed behind, ensuring no unsuspecting person stumbled upon the scene before the cleaners arrived.
Ten minutes passed, and a message notification sounded on his bracelet. He opened his hologram screen and saw a map location signal; they were here.
Without waiting to see them, he dragged Louisa away. The cleaners preferred to work in utmost privacy, so it was advised not to meet them and to leave immediately upon their arrival.
In the underworld, there were many unique roles—assassins, cleaners, identity thieves, identity cleaners, hackers, thieves, and more—depending on the services required.
Kyle severed Louisa’s tongue and crippled both of her hands, the pain instantly jolting her awake.
‘Hmm! Mhm... mmm...’ She tried to scream for help, but only incoherent sounds escaped her bloody lips.
Her eyes shrank back in fear, and she struggled wildly in Kyle’s hold, and he cruelly knocked her out again.
He flashed toward a nearby brothel and carried her inside.
Kyle appeared with Louisa slung over his shoulder, but the bouncers halted him before he could go any further.
“I’m giving this woman to your boss for free. Make sure she serves plenty of customers,” Kyle said. He tossed Louisa at their feet and disappeared into thin air, leaving the bouncers confused and shocked.
