Robert Jr. advanced on the Chinese Mafia Boss, his gaze cynical and oppressive.
"N-no, don’t co closer, D-demon!"
The Chinese Mafia Boss was scared half to death, even wetting himself.
Tears flowed down his cheeks, and his body trembled as he dragged his back away from Robert Jr., staring at the wall.
Robert Jr. stopped, pocketed his pistol again under his Tuxedo jacket, then looked around for sothing else.
’Oh, there’s a CCTV cara in that corner.’
Robert Jr.’s gaze stopped after seeing the CCTV cara in the upper corner near the entrance that was focused on him.
He smirked, then imdiately pointed his right index finger at the object.
"Sphere of Darkness!"
Dense black smoke erged from the shadows, flying towards the tip of Robert Jr.’s right index finger. The smoke swirled until it condensed into a small, pitch-black sphere.
Then he released the small Sphere toward the CCTV at high speed, like a bullet from his pistol.
The cara exploded, shattering into pieces, while the clump of dark smoke instantly vanished.
It didn’t stop there; the darkness from Robert Jr.’s magic traveled through the cable leading to the center, where the surveillance was located.
At the surveillance location, their tools and components were completely damaged, exploding and burning.
’With this, there’s no trace of left. Now, let’s clean this up before his subordinates co to find .’
Robert Jr. turned, staring at the Chinese Mafia Boss. He walked until he was in front of him, ignoring the rambling that ca out of the Boss’s mouth.
Robert Jr. then crouched, gripping the Boss’s jaw until his teeth clattered.
He smirked at the Boss’s face, which was wet with tears, enjoying the soundless scream caught in the Boss’s throat.
Robert Jr. then kicked his head hard.
The tip of his dress shoe, which was reinforced with hidden steel, precisely hit the Chinese Mafia Boss’s right eye until it almost burst.
The Boss groaned in pain, dragging his body while clutching his right eye and screaming.
Robert Jr., ignoring the noise, walked away toward the unclad woman’s corpse that he had previously shot while she was trying to grab a pistol.
While walking, he stepped on the corpse’s back without caring.
The force of his step was so hard that blood flowed profusely from the gaping hole.
Robert Jr. didn’t care.
He grabbed the pistol, then he turned around and aid at the other unclad woman who lay passed out, in shock after seeing the Devil’s face he had just shown.
He pulled the trigger.
One bullet flew and hit the woman’s shoulder, making her jump awake.
The woman’s eyes opened wide, filled with frozen horror.
The next two bullets struck the woman’s chest, ensuring she was completely dead.
Robert Jr. walked calmly without words, approaching the Boss who was in pain, then pressed the pistol’s muzzle against his head.
He pulled the trigger again.
The very close range caused the bullet hole to pierce from his brain to his lower jaw, until his left eye popped out, rolling on the floor.
"Take that, you pig."
Robert Jr. pulled the pistol out of the Boss’s shattered skull, then stood up.
Fresh blood splattered onto his tuxedo jacket, wetting the side of his face that was without a mask.
He dropped the pistol onto the floor.
Robert Jr. crouched beside the Boss’s shattered skull.
With his blood-stained gloves, he clenched the lower jaw that had already detached, and used his long Demonic nails as a lever.
A disgusting crack sound was heard as the Boss’s gold teeth detached from the ripped gum.
Robert Jr. was unaffected by the filth or the fishy sll; he just cleaned the teeth briefly.
He turned around, walked toward the table, and took a small cloth to wrap the gold accessories.
He then touched his face.
Slowly, the Demonic features faded, returning to normal, and he used a wipe to clean the remaining blood.
"Hah. This job is a little tiring. Who says I’m not interested in free gold from a corpse?"
Robert Jr. smiled cheerfully, putting his tallic white mask back on.
He walked out of the room, carrying the cloth filled with gold. His eyes scanned the hallway of the building, which looked quiet.
"Sothing seems amiss. Why aren’t any of his subordinates coming for ?" He muttered cynically. "Ah, whatever. The job is done; ti to go ho."
When Robert Jr. exited the building, he saw a pile of headless corpses near the entrance. He was surprised, yet he walked calmly, full of vigilance.
’Oh, it turns out all their subordinates are dead. But who did this?’
Suddenly, as he approached, S No. II erged from behind the pile of corpses, saluting him.
Robert Jr. imdiately beca alert.
He stepped back, tightly gripping the pistol under his jacket with his left hand, maintaining distance.
"Woahh, Uncle! Don’t startle . I thought it was soone else, huh!"
"My apologies, Young Master. It seems I couldn’t resist letting you take action alone. I arrived five minutes after you entered and just finished taking care of everything."
"Oh, got it."
S No. II stood straight, like an unwavering statue.
His blood-stained gloves rested firmly on the tip of his cane.
The cane, made of dark wood, now glead wet with fresh blood from the heads he had piled up.
Blood soaked his neat black suit, forming grueso patterns that contrasted with the luxurious fabric, dripping from the tip of his cane onto the ground.
Robert Jr. looked around again.
His eyes were drawn to the heads that were gathered together on the left near the fence.
’Horrifying! It turns out my Father’s loyal subordinate is very brutal. Truly terrifying.’
Robert Jr. sweat a little after seeing it, then walked up to S No. II.
"Young Master, what are you carrying?"
"Oh, these are gold accessories from their boss. If I leave them, it would be a huge loss, haha."
"Alright. Let’s go ho before security arrives."
"Okay."
S No. II smiled faintly behind his mask, walking behind Robert Jr. His Young Master’s back was so similar to his Father’s, and the sight made him nostalgic.
’Michael, where are you now? Look, your son has grown up just like you.’
Upon arriving at the car, S No. II opened the door for Robert Jr. He got in, placing the cloth filled with jewelry on the front seat.
"Young Master, be careful on the road."
Robert Jr. took off his mask, placing it on the car’s dashboard, then looked at S No. II while starting the car engine.
"Oh yes, thank you, Uncle. Do you have other work, or will you follow ho?"
"Yes, it seems so, Young Master. I have other business to finish tonight. You go ahead. I will follow you ho later tonight."
The car door was closed.
Robert Jr. reversed slowly.
S No. II walked away a bit, standing straight beside his own car.
Robert Jr. honked once in response, watching S No. II wave before he drove away.
Midway through the drive ho, Robert Jr. glanced at the digital clock on the car’s small screen, which showed 6:00 PM.
’It looks like she will arrive soon. I need to hurry ho; my stomach feels hungry.’
Soon after, the house gate opened, and Robert Jr.’s car slowly entered, parking in the front yard.
The car door was opened by the garden attendant. Robert Jr. got out, carrying the cloth filled with jewelry and his mask.
He nodded briefly at the attendant, then rushed into the house toward the bathroom.
’I sll so bad, especially my clothes are so fishy,’ he thought.
Robert Jr. stripped off his clothes, placing them in the rattan basket.
He then opened the frosted glass door and started showering.
Under the warm shower, he began to clean the jewelry, which was still wrapped in the cloth, from the bloodstains.
"Young Master, here are your clothes. I’m putting them here," said a maid.
She placed a set of pajamas on the shelf near the entrance and imdiately left the area.
After showering and changing clothes, Robert Jr. returned to his office.
He placed the jewelry on the guest table, then sat in his office chair, waiting for food to arrive.
Soon, the door opened.
A male head butler pushed a wheeled table inside.
He opened the covers of the dishes, which appeared to be: vegetable soup, dium-rare steak, an apple, and a large glass of milk.
"Young Master, please enjoy your al. I will take my leave."
"Umm! Thank you very much."
The head butler left and closed the door again.
Robert Jr., resting his head on his hand, was lost in thought for a mont.
He got up from his office chair and walked over to the guest table.
He then grabbed the glass of milk, drank it until half was left, and began to eat the al.
Soon, the door opened.
Park Eunji appeared, escorting a pregnant woman with red eyes.
The woman wore loose clothing and looked exhausted after the journey.
"Young Master, I apologize for interrupting your al. I have brought her."
Park Eunji looked uneasy after seeing Robert Jr. eating.
"Pleased to et you, Young Master. I apologize for coming in this condition; it seems impolite."
The woman seed flustered and nervous.
Seeing Robert Jr. for the first ti made her feel unworthy, especially when seeing other servants carrying her suitcases.
"Ah, relax. Please sit down. Are you two hungry? Let tell the servants to bring more food."
Robert Jr. looked at the pregnant woman, who was already sitting across from him with Park Eunji, while chewing his steak.
’Because Mother called her the whore, I don’t know her na,’ Robert Jr. thought.
Robert Jr. then put down his fork and knife, crossed his legs, and rested both hands on his thighs.
"Oh yes, could you introduce yourself?"
"I apologize, Young Master, I thought you knew . Allow to introduce myself, I am Ryu e-Yon, your Father’s forr assistant. This is how I am now," Ryu e-Yon stamred.
Ryu e-Yon didn’t dare to look into Robert Jr.’s eyes because she felt she had ruined his family and was unpleasant to look at.
"Oh, relax. Don’t be too formal. I don’t mind that at all."
"Young Master, I will take my leave. I will bring food for Miss Ryu e-Yon."
Robert Jr. nodded.
"Don’t forget to bring plenty of food. And also, make sure her suitcases are brought in and prepare a decent room for her."
"Yes, Young Master."
Park Eunji stood up from the soft long chair, giving a salute.
She patted Ryu e-Yon’s shoulder, who seed to be trembling, and left the two of them in the room.
Reviews
All reviews (0)