After demonstrating his complete subservience to his master, the baldy looked meaningfully at Nina, who was now sleeping over the floor all naked once. Then he bowed at his master and came out of the room.
Only the man with scars, the three masseuses, remained inside the special suite room of the luxurious resort.
Another hour later, the scar-faced man slapped the asses of the two masseuses who were lying in bed, taking a nap. It startled the two naked ladies awake from their silent slumber.
"You two, get Nina and get out of my room." The scar-faced man instructed.
The two masseuses roused Nina, and they all quickly rushed out of the room. The three women take a quick breather after exiting the room.
The scar-faced observed their facial reactions through the AI surveillance and he said, "Hmm, what is so scary about me?.... Whatever. Now, what matters is that I will have to go to the Gentleman's club and let them know about the failed intel they had." He took a warm shower, freshening up, and rushed out, donning a black cloak covering every part of his skin and wearing a black mask.
Soon, he rushed out of the resort covertly and took a taxi.
"Sir,....ah, okay, you have nice outfits, by the way. Destination please?" the taxi driver asked.
"Go to the downtown Aphrodite near the Gentleman's club." The scar-faced man replied.
The driver set the destination in his AI, and the taxi began to roll toward the destination. "Sir, any music?"
As his customer didn't reply to him, the driver asked in a friendly way, "Latin, English, pop, rock, jazz, anything to your preference?"
"Just shut up and drive. Next time you open your mouth, I will castrate you and feed you your own balls. So shut your fucking mouth and quickly drive.." the scar-faced man threatened him.
This time, the driver felt the seriousness of the situation as he felt an intense killing intent a moment before directed at him.
After driving half an hour, the taxi stopped nearby the building of the Gentleman club which lies at the centermost and the most prosperous region of the Aphrodite city. The scar-faced man who was all donned a black cloak gave his fare and came out of the taxi.
Just after that, the taxi drove away as if the driver didn't like to stay there a second near that man, as he had scared the shit out of him a moment before. "Phew, I have pretty bad luck today to meet that type of person. It seems like this job is really exhausting, and I should do something else before I die of a heart attack, sooner," said the taxi driver in relaxation.
In the meantime, the scar-faced man gazed at the taxi, which had accelerated and had now disappeared from his sight. "Did I frighten this guy, too? Fuck, whatever! Why did he insist on something so boring, like music? Consider himself lucky for not killing him." He muttered under his breath and walked up toward the entrance of the Gentleman club's building.
The two giant bodyguards guarding the entrance stepped up and blocked his path. "ID," One of them spoke coldly.
The scar-faced man brought out a black card and threw it at him.
The bodyguard caught it and scanned it with an AI-driven scanning device.
Beep!
Within a few seconds, a green color flashed out of the screen of the scanning device with a beeping sound.
"Okay, it's all clear." The body said, giving back the black playing card to him. "You can pass inside."
The scar-faced man walked inside and as soon as he took a step inside the building, a beautiful lady approached him and said with professional courtesy. "Good afternoon, sir! What can I help you?" And she beamed at him naturally.
"My code name is Spade with 10 points. Bring me to the Mission Hall." the scar-faced man spoke indifferently.
Her smile suddenly froze, changing into a stern expression as if smiling and frowning were like turning a switch on and off whenever she wished. "Follow me," she said in a cold voice.
After passing various rooms of gambling dens, brothels, and an underground open arena, the lady brought him inside a room that was restricted and only accessible to hitmen in the entire building.
"Mr. Spade, are you done with your last mission? And you are here to take another new mission?" The lady asked, still in a totally cold demeanor unlike before, releasing a bit of her aura. "I guess our client is pissed off now and is questioning our efficiency in this business because we haven't taken down the target yet. It was just a few hours ago."
The scar-faced man with the code name Mr. Spade glanced at her and shivered, intimidating from her aura. "Ah, when did I say I have completed the mission? Hey, keep your aura inside. We can talk this out."
"No, you know the drill, too. All the hitmen are forbidden to come back here before completing their preceding mission. Yet, you coming here means you want to expose our enterprise to the outside world. We don't even know whether you are compromised or not. And when it comes to following our protocols, we take them very seriously. So, you better give me one good reason to not eliminate you?" The lady threatened, speaking in her mile-a-minute voice, and she kept glaring at him intensely.
"Boss, calm down. I have good reasons for coming here?. Let me explain." Mr. Spade spoke, but his voice was pretty clear that he was not intimidated by her anymore.
"Sure, I'm listening."
"Your intel about the mission is all wrong. You better reevaluate from the get-go... For the record, I'm still not compromised at all. Umm, actually, for that mission, I sent three of my men; two in level 4 and the other one which was one of my finest in level 6 of the Muscle Strengthening stage. He was valuable to me before because he was able to conjure magic outside, a real magus. But for some reason, they failed to assassinate a mere Defect. Now, you tell me, is there some problem with your intel? But I know I lost someone really valuable for that mortal level mission." Mr. Spade explained, showing his disappointment in his voice.
"Mm-hmm, you can continue."
Mr. Spade further continued. "We need to first know all the detail of the target because I don't think it's no more a mortal level mission anymore. No, it's not my fault at all. I'm the one who is losing greatly from this mission because the franchise failed me. So, boss, what do you think I should do now?"
The lady pondered for a while quietly and responded sophisticatedly. "If what you are telling me is right, then we have nothing else to worry about, the client. I need to make a call and reevaluate the nature of our terms first before this mission is further continued. So you go stay low for now, and I'll contact you when we dealt with this matter soon."
"Okay, boss." Mr. Spade played along with her and approached her with another term she couldn't ignore. "But I need this job exclusively. I have already lost three of my men. So I can't stay low on this matter any longer. I need to finish this job."
"Fine, then you can start by digging any pieces of information regarding the target you can find. And we'll also use an expert to look into the target's personal data." the lady agreed.
"Boss, can I have the info about the client?" Mr. Spade asked.
"No, absolutely not! All the information of the clients should be exclusive, even for me. You knew it too." The lady boss denied firmly, and she asked. "Don't you have anything else to say?
"Nah,"
"Then, leave! Stop wasting my time here." the lady boss said icy-cold.
Mr. Spade glanced at her once and bolted out of the room.
Just after he left, a beautiful-doll-like blonde girl appeared out of blue and sat beside the chair by the lady boss. "Elder Sister Silla, do you believe his word?"
"Mm-hmm, I can't be sure. But we still can check on it. If we find out that he is lying, then we can simply eliminate him. So, there is nothing to worry about." Silla said, looking at the little girl pleasantly. "Jo-Jo, how have you been these days? It is so hard for me to play with you because I am so busy. You know it too, right?"
"I understand you, Silla." the little girl replied, "But I really worry about you. You always keep working all this time, hardly eat and hardly sleep. Big sister, why don't you take some break? Otherwise, I fear you might get sick like my mama."
Sila quickly stood up, hugged the little Ogarian girl, and said, chuckling, "Hee-hee-hee, thank you for worrying about me. Don't worry. I promise you I'll never get sick."
Jo-Jo asked, looking at her with her round and beautiful big eyes. "Play with me, sister Sila?"
"Sorry, my dear. I need to check over that Defect boy. So, next time, little girl." Silla replied, padding her head.
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