My Cuckhold System - Chapter 207: A Hoax
Chapter 207: A Hoax
However, not all of them paused. One kept running, desperately, trying to put distance between himself and West.
Unfortunately for him, it didn’t matter.
West’s figure turned into a blur as he moved…
Fwwwhoosshh~
He reappeared before the fleeing man.
The guard tried to stop upon spotting West ahead, but momentum betrayed him.
Ssshhhsshhh~
He slid forward with his eyes widening in pure terror.
“Wai—”
Before he could even complete his sentence, West hand moved at superspeed.
CRACK~
A clean, horrifying sound swept across the place as the man’s neck snapped 180° backwards.
His eyes rolled white as he dropped to the ground lifeless.
An oppressive silence followed while West stood there for a moment before turning around and walking back casually as if nothing had happened.
The remaining guards didn’t move an inch. Sweat dripped down their faces while their hands trembled. Some looked like they might collapse on the spot.
West stopped in front of them and scanned through each one slowly before displaying a satisfied smile.
“So…”
“Which one of you would like to defy my orders next?”
Not a single one of them spoke or moved. Fear had taken complete control.
West nodded slightly.
“Good.”
West walked around them with a contemplative look before tilting his head.
“…Now.”
His gaze sharpened.
“Which one of you…”
“…will be so kind…as to take me to your boss?”
Silence lingered briefly before one of them stepped forward, holding his trembling left arm.
“…I—I will…”
West’s smile widened slightly.
“Perfect.”
…
…
The deeper parts to the west of the city was far removed from the mesmerising skyline and glass towers.
This side was gritty and unforgiving.
Narrow streets lined with crumbling buildings stretched endlessly bearing neon signs that barely illuminated the damp pavement below. Trash piled in corners, fill the air with unpleasant odors besides the smoke and oil.
Hidden between two dilapidated warehouses sat a structure that looked no different from the rest.
Rust-stained the metal walls and broken signage clung to the top of the building.
The exterior lighting was dim, making it seem like an abandoned building but inside, the place was very much alive.
Rows of workers moved orderly, packing strange metallic containers filled with unknown contents. Some glowed eeriely energy while others let out a faint whistling sound as if alive.
Different sections operated simultaneously dealing with materials, weapons, data and other illegal stuff.
This wasn’t just a shady operation, it was a full-scale underground enterprise of illegal trades, black market exchanges, money laundering and many other things.
At the heart of it was a large open hall with tables stretched across the space, stacked with bundles of cash. Workers hurriedly packed them into thick duffel bags, zipping them tight and moving them along like assembly lines.
Guarding the area were large, heavily armed men with weapons slung across shoulders.
At the far end of the hall, sat a slightly obese man in green shirt and an ash colored wes coat with shades on his face.
He leaned back lazily in a reinforced chair with his legs resting on a steel desk and a thick cigar between his fingers.
Smoke curled upward slowly as Viktor Payne, observed the ongoing operations with a satisfied look.
As a man who built his empire from dirt, he wasn’t afraid to bury others in it.
Standing beside him was a tall, lean Vane, his right-hand man.
“You think the kid’s going to pay?” Vane crossed his arms slightly while asking.
Viktor took a long drag from his cigar before exhaling slowly.
“For someone dumb enough to drop five hundred thousand dollars like that?”
A chuckle escaped his lips as he smirked.
“He definitely has more.”
He leaned forward slightly.
“If we can squeeze more out of him…”
“…why wouldn’t we?”
“But he’s an awakener,” Vane frowned slightly.
“You know that.”
“Isn’t that asking for trouble?”
Viktor stared at him for a second before bursting out laughing.
“Yeah…”
“…and I’m Santa Claus.”
Vane still had a look of caution while Viktor waved his hand dismissively.
“Think about it.”
“What kind of awakener—”
“…pays for land?”
His tone turned mocking.
“Especially one claiming to run a gang?”
He scoffed.
“Those bastards take what they want.”
“They don’t ask.”
“They don’t pay.”
“They don’t care.”
He leaned back again.
“If he was the real deal—”
“He would’ve taken my land without even blinking.”
“And I wouldn’t have been able to do a damn thing about it.”
Vane hesitated before responding; “…Still feels off.”
Viktor clicked his tongue.
“Stop worrying about nothing.”
“If the kid had five hundred thousand…”
“…he has more.”
A grin spread across his face.
“And I’m going to squeeze every last drop out of him.”
He laughed again.
“Besides—”
“Shadow Reapers?”
He scoffed loudly.
“What the hell is that?”
“I’ve never heard of it in my life.”
His voice turned dismissive.
“Sounds like some spoiled brat playing gangster.”
“A hoax.”
Vane finally chuckled; “…You’re probably right.”
The two shared a loud mocking laugh after convincing themselves that West wasn’t the real deal.
All of a sudden…
BOOM!
The entire hall shook as a deafening explosion tore through the air, blasting the wall ahead apart.
Concrete and metal burst inward violently as two bodies came flying through the newly created hole.
One slammed into a distant wall with a sickening impact while the other hit the ground and slid across it for a couple of feet, before stopping right in front of Viktor’s desk.
Blood smeared across the floor behind it and when Viktor looked down, the man’s face was swollen, bloodied and unrecognizable.
Silence fell instantly as every worker in the vicinity froze with widened eyes.
Slow footsteps soon echoed from up ahead as a tall figure emerged from the dust and debris.
West stepped through the broken wall like he owned the place and in that moment it was as though time had frozen in place.
Everyone felt an overbearing presence fill the space… like the world belonged to the person who had just arrived.
They used to think their boss stood above it all but the presence of this newly arrived figure was like comparing a tiger to a cub.
