Chapter 124: Chapter 124: The Taboo Seeker
9 PM.
In the suburbs of Holy Oak, the villa area known as a gathering place for the wealthy of Opportunity City wasn’t entirely occupied.
Many tycoons who owned businesses in Opportunity City did not reside in this increasingly desolate city.
They owned properties here, but for most, it was rely a part of their asset portfolio or simply a base for business discussions.
Rows of white three-story villas were all dark, except for the street lamps emitting a pallid light. From afar, they resembled the spirits of the dead floating in a dark world.
“So, Mr. Punkser, we are going on patrol,” a few sturdy bodyguards in crisp suits and black ties bowed slightly to a lean middle-aged man with red hair in the study.
“Rember my orders. Anyone, anything that moves and tries to get close, kill them without hesitation,” Punkser commanded coldly.
The bodyguards quietly left the study and closed the door behind them.
This house was one of Punkser’s properties, which paled in comparison to the luxurious residences, estates, and seaside villas he owned across the states of the United Federation—this inconspicuous little villa could only be described as shabby.
It had a re 200 square ters of space, too small compared to his estate in Carefree City—it felt like a cage, even the study was smaller than his previous bathrooms.
But it couldn’t be helped; this villa cost only 3 million union coins, Punkser couldn’t ask for more.
This property was an unintended acquisition; if he hadn’t seen it while reviewing his assets, Punkser would have forgotten he owned such a property in this bleak city.
This was precisely why he moved here; if even he barely rembered it, no one else would know he was here.
It was an excellent hideout from assassins—just stay put in a place so inconspicuous that even he struggled to recall.
Punkser picked up his wine glass, poured himself so red wine, and under the orange glow of the desk lamp, he stared at the red liquid in the glass with hatred in his eyes.
His conglorate was once a part of “Yasla,” but he discovered that his colleagues had ventured too far on the path of exploring forbidden Transcendent knowledge.
That was sothing humans were not ant to possess.
But the people of “Yasla” wouldn’t tolerate betrayal. Over the years, he had evaded several orchestrated “car accidents,” “plane crashes,” “accidents,” and survived nurous attempts by common assassins under his security asures.
But later, they sent those things after him.
Punkser couldn’t be sure if those individuals still qualified as human. He looked up, gulped down the wine, and glanced at the Blackberry phone on the table.
He couldn’t always run from them, but fortunately, there was still a chance. As long as that man kept his promise, he could have a shot at a normal life.
“Bzzz, bzzz, bzzz…” The phone on the table vibrated in circles.
Seeing the caller ID on the screen, Punkser felt as if he had seen a savior. He set down his wine glass, grabbed the phone tremblingly, and pressed the answer button.
“Lee? My God… you finally called,” Punkser said excitedly.
“You’re still alive, right?” A man’s voice ca from the other side.
“Yes, that’s right, Lee, I should have listened to you back then… You must save this ti. Yasla’s people won’t give up easily, you must save !” Punkser clutched the phone as if it were a lifeline.
“That depends on how much you’re willing to offer , Punkser,” said the Asian man nad Lee, laughing.
“I’ve told you everything I know!” Punkser said nervously.
“It doesn’t seem that way to ; you’re still holding back, aren’t you?” Lee chuckled.
“Lee, I assure you, I’ve told you all I know…” Punkser hadn’t finished speaking when Lee cut him off.
“If that’s the case, then you’re no longer of value to … Why should I help you?” Lee said.
“Wait! Lee… I do have sothing to hide, but! The thing and what you want are not related, I can tell you sothing else… Trust !” Punkser hurriedly said, as a bead of sweat slid down his forehead.
“Punkser, I will call you again tomorrow. I hope by then you’ll decide to tell about that matter.” Lee’s tone was expressionless.
“Beep………”
“Lee… Lee! Hello? Hello?!”
The other end had hung up the phone. Punkser gasped for air, looked at his phone, and a myriad of emotions surged through him. He raised his phone high, squeezed it hard, and then dropped it, limp.
He shook his head, lit up his phone screen, found the call log, and pressed the dial button.
“Sorry, you do not have the authority to dial this number.”
A familiar response ca from the other end of the phone.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! You mom’s an Asian bastard! Die! All of you die! Shit! Shit! Fuck! Damn! Fuck!” Punkser cursed loudly, grabbed a desk lamp from the table, and threw it towards the corner.
The electric plug of the desk lamp was pulled out of the socket, hitting the wall, and the glass shade shattered everywhere.
With the orange glow of the desk lamp gone, the study imdiately darkened. The thick curtains blocked the street lights and moonlight from outside. Punkser, to prevent assassination by a sniper, had sealed all the windows of the house and locked all the doors.
In darkness, one imdiately becos calm.
Punkser lit up his phone screen and groped to open the door of the study.
“Joseph! Joseph!”
He called out into the hallway, where his security advisor was supposed to be.
No one answered.
He leaned out, looked downstairs, and heard the sound of leather shoes walking on the floor.
“Hey! Soone!” Punkser shouted down the stairs.
“Thud thud thud thud…” a bodyguard ran up.
“Sir, what is the matter?” he asked.
“Nothing… go back down, it’s nothing…” Punkser sighed.
The bodyguard bowed slightly, then turned and ran downstairs.
Punkser went back to the study, picked up the desk lamp, and using the light from his phone screen, reinserted the plug. The orange light lit up the room again.
Exhaling softly, Punkser picked up a wine glass and bottle, filled it, and gulped it down.
Just as he put down the glass, a hand in a black leather glove suddenly appeared before him.
“You…” Punkser startled, attempting to turn around. But the person covered his mouth in an instant.
Next, he felt sothing press against his back, it felt like a gun barrel.
“Thud… thud…”
With a silencer attached, the PPQ.45 made a muffled gunshot sound, two bullets entered Punkser’s back, turning his heart into a ss.
Punkser’s arms hung weakly, and he was gently laid on the desk.
The two bullet casings were picked up, the hand in the leather glove switched off the desk lamp, and the room plunged into darkness again. The door of the study slowly opened, and a figure quietly slipped out…
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