Chapter 42: Up To No Good
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Chapter 42: Up To No Good
Hello there, Luca. Tristan crouched next to me. I groaned, my hands tied behind my back. Dried blood ran down from the crown of my head, and I barely processed that as I felt his fingers cup my chin and turn my face. He settled my vision on those stupid fucking shades and dumb ass tattoo on his head. The bastard smiled. Well. You got me the one I requested. I take it Yang Pengfi was satisfied that I kept to my end of the deal?
Of course. Apologies. Were aware you requested minimal harm. The young master may have
Oh, dont worry. Im aware of how these things can be. Tristan let my head drop, and I shifted slightly, taking in where we were.
A defunct gambling den with chairs draped over the felt tables. The whole place had a reek of stale tobacco and dust. But the thing that gave away where we were was the disused rat-roulette tabletucked away in the middle of Uptown, back in the same gambling den that sparked all of this. Of course, it was now empty aside from me, Tristan, and a bald, middle-aged man wearing the Getsu sect robes.
Your information was satisfactory. Gratitude for your guidance. The man bowed his head, hands formed in a ball to touch against the top of his skull. May your fathers ventures continue to see success, and your path prove long and fulfilling. Tristan waved away the comment.
The man gave one more bow, to which the Captain returned. After this, the Getsu sect member left the den. Tristan paced around, not saying a word to me as he messaged someone on his phone. I took the chance to try my bonds. The ropes dug too tight into my wrists; I couldnt break the restraints. Even after kidnapping me and tossing me into this gambling den as his prisoner, the fucker didnt spare the proper time to deal with me. Finally, Tristan closed his phone and returned his attention to me.
You know why youre here? He asked.
It aint been a month.
Do you realize how stupid it would be to give an actual date for your attack away to your target? I said a month because I know you and knew you wouldnt expect me to strike sooner. Easy to understand, right? He tapped the side of his head. Though, youve always been a bit slow. Quick to act, sure. Ill give you that. But really, the only thing that kept me from hitting you sooner was your Lieutenant. Pesky. Now hell be too busy sorting out the situation with that other dimwit before trying to track you down.
What do ya mean? Wheres BrunoEve
Part of my agreement with the Getsu sect included handing him over. I have no use for Seventh Division trash. Though you earned my personal attention. Tristan checked his watch and clicked his tongue. You saw me kill Till. Im sure youve spread that information to whoever you could. But Im not worried. No one cares anymore. They see my value, and even if they suspected me, to begin with, its better for them not to question it.
Nothing pisses me off more than ignorant defiance ever since you joined my squad. My Division. You refused to cooperate and fall in line. I see it in your eyesthat lack of respect, that disdain. You think youre better than meme. I wont stand by a simple street rat not bowing his head. Even now, you ask me why Im doing this.
Tell me, fucker. I spat out, rage sparked into an inferno inside, letting me burn past the fear of him taking out my friends, my family
Because I can. Youre going to be an example to everyone. Viceroyeven the Brass King. I will not rest until Im where I deserve to be. Tristan gave me an evil smile. Ill be by later today, Luca. Things are going to heat up quickly. The fallout from this should be enough to tie the Viceroys hands for quite some time. The crazy fuck walked out of the gambling den. I heard him speak to a couple of others watching the outside, but then he was gone.
My heart raced. I knew the motherfucker was crazy. But how could I have predicted hed go this far? I thought maybe hed try to stick a knife in me. That wouldnt have been so bad. Not that I intended to go without a fight, but the last month left me prepared for the possibility of a violent conflict. I felt confident in myself and my new power. Even if now, that confidence rang false.
But targeting my Division? My friends? My family?
Monster.
Everything hurt. But there was one thing he hadnt accounted for. Tristan assumed Id remained at the Soul Seed stage. Hed tied my hands in a way that made it impossible to active my Soul Ability on myself.
Hed probably thought that a street rat like me never stood a chance at breaking through.
Id take anything I could get. I pulled at my Soula single crow Manifesting from my back. I mentally shouted my desires at it; the faithful Manifestation began to chew on the ropes, freeing my hands. I leaned over, grimacing at the pain in my side while still somehow pulling off the ropes around my legs.
I looked at the entrance to the joint, knowing hed stationed at least one guard. Were it just me at risk, Id have rushed out and taken my chances against the motherfucker. But if I didnt make it out of here, I wasnt the only one whod suffer.
Kayson, Eve, Suzaki, and Bruno. I couldnt afford to fail. Each step was a jolt of pain, but I plodded forward. Making my way out the back. For the first time in a long time, I chose the option with the least risk. I went into the alley where Tristan had broken my ribs before, creeping my way into Uptown. I didnt have a phone, and my bike was somewhere in the Lantern District. But I pushed forward in my bloody kimono. Kaysons apartment wasnt too far from here.
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Chapter 42: Up To No Good
Hello there, Luca. Tristan crouched next to me. I groaned, my hands tied behind my back. Dried blood ran down from the crown of my head, and I barely processed that as I felt his fingers cup my chin and turn my face. He settled my vision on those stupid fucking shades and dumb ass tattoo on his head. The bastard smiled. Well. You got me the one I requested. I take it Yang Pengfi was satisfied that I kept to my end of the deal?
Of course. Apologies. Were aware you requested minimal harm. The young master may have
Oh, dont worry. Im aware of how these things can be. Tristan let my head drop, and I shifted slightly, taking in where we were.
A defunct gambling den with chairs draped over the felt tables. The whole place had a reek of stale tobacco and dust. But the thing that gave away where we were was the disused rat-roulette tabletucked away in the middle of Uptown, back in the same gambling den that sparked all of this. Of course, it was now empty aside from me, Tristan, and a bald, middle-aged man wearing the Getsu sect robes.
Your information was satisfactory. Gratitude for your guidance. The man bowed his head, hands formed in a ball to touch against the top of his skull. May your fathers ventures continue to see success, and your path prove long and fulfilling. Tristan waved away the comment.
The man gave one more bow, to which the Captain returned. After this, the Getsu sect member left the den. Tristan paced around, not saying a word to me as he messaged someone on his phone. I took the chance to try my bonds. The ropes dug too tight into my wrists; I couldnt break the restraints. Even after kidnapping me and tossing me into this gambling den as his prisoner, the fucker didnt spare the proper time to deal with me. Finally, Tristan closed his phone and returned his attention to me.
You know why youre here? He asked.
It aint been a month.
Do you realize how stupid it would be to give an actual date for your attack away to your target? I said a month because I know you and knew you wouldnt expect me to strike sooner. Easy to understand, right? He tapped the side of his head. Though, youve always been a bit slow. Quick to act, sure. Ill give you that. But really, the only thing that kept me from hitting you sooner was your Lieutenant. Pesky. Now hell be too busy sorting out the situation with that other dimwit before trying to track you down.
What do ya mean? Wheres BrunoEve
Part of my agreement with the Getsu sect included handing him over. I have no use for Seventh Division trash. Though you earned my personal attention. Tristan checked his watch and clicked his tongue. You saw me kill Till. Im sure youve spread that information to whoever you could. But Im not worried. No one cares anymore. They see my value, and even if they suspected me, to begin with, its better for them not to question it.
Nothing pisses me off more than ignorant defiance ever since you joined my squad. My Division. You refused to cooperate and fall in line. I see it in your eyesthat lack of respect, that disdain. You think youre better than meme. I wont stand by a simple street rat not bowing his head. Even now, you ask me why Im doing this.
Tell me, fucker. I spat out, rage sparked into an inferno inside, letting me burn past the fear of him taking out my friends, my family
Because I can. Youre going to be an example to everyone. Viceroyeven the Brass King. I will not rest until Im where I deserve to be. Tristan gave me an evil smile. Ill be by later today, Luca. Things are going to heat up quickly. The fallout from this should be enough to tie the Viceroys hands for quite some time. The crazy fuck walked out of the gambling den. I heard him speak to a couple of others watching the outside, but then he was gone.
My heart raced. I knew the motherfucker was crazy. But how could I have predicted hed go this far? I thought maybe hed try to stick a knife in me. That wouldnt have been so bad. Not that I intended to go without a fight, but the last month left me prepared for the possibility of a violent conflict. I felt confident in myself and my new power. Even if now, that confidence rang false.
But targeting my Division? My friends? My family?
Monster.
Everything hurt. But there was one thing he hadnt accounted for. Tristan assumed Id remained at the Soul Seed stage. Hed tied my hands in a way that made it impossible to active my Soul Ability on myself.
Hed probably thought that a street rat like me never stood a chance at breaking through.
Id take anything I could get. I pulled at my Soula single crow Manifesting from my back. I mentally shouted my desires at it; the faithful Manifestation began to chew on the ropes, freeing my hands. I leaned over, grimacing at the pain in my side while still somehow pulling off the ropes around my legs.
I looked at the entrance to the joint, knowing hed stationed at least one guard. Were it just me at risk, Id have rushed out and taken my chances against the motherfucker. But if I didnt make it out of here, I wasnt the only one whod suffer.
Kayson, Eve, Suzaki, and Bruno. I couldnt afford to fail. Each step was a jolt of pain, but I plodded forward. Making my way out the back. For the first time in a long time, I chose the option with the least risk. I went into the alley where Tristan had broken my ribs before, creeping my way into Uptown. I didnt have a phone, and my bike was somewhere in the Lantern District. But I pushed forward in my bloody kimono. Kaysons apartment wasnt too far from here.
Chapter 42: Up To No GoodHello there, Luca. Tristan crouched next to me. I groaned, my hands tied behind my back. Dried blood ran down from the crown of my head, and I barely processed that as I felt his fingers cup my chin and turn my face. He settled my vision on those stupid fucking shades and dumb ass tattoo on his head. The bastard smiled. Well. You got me the one I requested. I take it Yang Pengfi was satisfied that I kept to my end of the deal?Of course. Apologies. Were aware you requested minimal harm. The young master may haveOh, dont worry. Im aware of how these things can be. Tristan let my head drop, and I shifted slightly, taking in where we were.A defunct gambling den with chairs draped over the felt tables. The whole place had a reek of stale tobacco and dust. But the thing that gave away where we were was the disused rat-roulette tabletucked away in the middle of Uptown, back in the same gambling den that sparked all of this. Of course, it was now empty aside from me, Tristan, and a bald, middle-aged man wearing the Getsu sect robes.Your information was satisfactory. Gratitude for your guidance. The man bowed his head, hands formed in a ball to touch against the top of his skull. May your fathers ventures continue to see success, and your path prove long and fulfilling. Tristan waved away the comment.The man gave one more bow, to which the Captain returned. After this, the Getsu sect member left the den. Tristan paced around, not saying a word to me as he messaged someone on his phone. I took the chance to try my bonds. The ropes dug too tight into my wrists; I couldnt break the restraints. Even after kidnapping me and tossing me into this gambling den as his prisoner, the fucker didnt spare the proper time to deal with me. Finally, Tristan closed his phone and returned his attention to me. You know why youre here? He asked.It aint been a month.Do you realize how stupid it would be to give an actual date for your attack away to your target? I said a month because I know you and knew you wouldnt expect me to strike sooner. Easy to understand, right? He tapped the side of his head. Though, youve always been a bit slow. Quick to act, sure. Ill give you that. But really, the only thing that kept me from hitting you sooner was your Lieutenant. Pesky. Now hell be too busy sorting out the situation with that other dimwit before trying to track you down.What do ya mean? Wheres BrunoEvePart of my agreement with the Getsu sect included handing him over. I have no use for Seventh Division trash. Though you earned my personal attention. Tristan checked his watch and clicked his tongue. You saw me kill Till. Im sure youve spread that information to whoever you could. But Im not worried. No one cares anymore. They see my value, and even if they suspected me, to begin with, its better for them not to question it.Nothing pisses me off more than ignorant defiance ever since you joined my squad. My Division. You refused to cooperate and fall in line. I see it in your eyesthat lack of respect, that disdain. You think youre better than meme. I wont stand by a simple street rat not bowing his head. Even now, you ask me why Im doing this.Tell me, fucker. I spat out, rage sparked into an inferno inside, letting me burn past the fear of him taking out my friends, my family Because I can. Youre going to be an example to everyone. Viceroyeven the Brass King. I will not rest until Im where I deserve to be. Tristan gave me an evil smile. Ill be by later today, Luca. Things are going to heat up quickly. The fallout from this should be enough to tie the Viceroys hands for quite some time. The crazy fuck walked out of the gambling den. I heard him speak to a couple of others watching the outside, but then he was gone.My heart raced. I knew the motherfucker was crazy. But how could I have predicted hed go this far? I thought maybe hed try to stick a knife in me. That wouldnt have been so bad. Not that I intended to go without a fight, but the last month left me prepared for the possibility of a violent conflict. I felt confident in myself and my new power. Even if now, that confidence rang false.But targeting my Division? My friends? My family?Monster.Everything hurt. But there was one thing he hadnt accounted for. Tristan assumed Id remained at the Soul Seed stage. Hed tied my hands in a way that made it impossible to active my Soul Ability on myself. Hed probably thought that a street rat like me never stood a chance at breaking through. Id take anything I could get. I pulled at my Soula single crow Manifesting from my back. I mentally shouted my desires at it; the faithful Manifestation began to chew on the ropes, freeing my hands. I leaned over, grimacing at the pain in my side while still somehow pulling off the ropes around my legs.I looked at the entrance to the joint, knowing hed stationed at least one guard. Were it just me at risk, Id have rushed out and taken my chances against the motherfucker. But if I didnt make it out of here, I wasnt the only one whod suffer. Kayson, Eve, Suzaki, and Bruno. I couldnt afford to fail. Each step was a jolt of pain, but I plodded forward. Making my way out the back. For the first time in a long time, I chose the option with the least risk. I went into the alley where Tristan had broken my ribs before, creeping my way into Uptown. I didnt have a phone, and my bike was somewhere in the Lantern District. But I pushed forward in my bloody kimono. Kaysons apartment wasnt too far from here.
