Chapter 186: A Wedding & A Funeral!

Chapter 186: A Wedding & A Funeral!

A blonde woman was currently being fucked very roughly with their bondage play, her slender hands bound securely to the cold metal headboard bars. Both of her wrists were crossed tightly over her head, her blonde hair an absolute mess across the pillows, and her blue eyes carried a distinct look of discomfort.

Ralph Colt was trying to aggressively finish with the sex, but at the exact moment he would normally achieve a climax, his face violently grimaced in sheer agony instead. He immediately pulled his body out of the woman, collapsing to his side and curling up on the mattress while groaning heavily in intense pain.

Ever since he had recovered from his protective cup breaking and pinching his dick and testicles during the tournament, his baseline biological ability to release his semen and sperm had been completely halted. He had been living in absolute, silent shame there for months, and had yet to visit a specialized medical practitioner out of a desperate hope that the issue would eventually pass, but now his condition had only worsened.

He felt great internal pleasure up until the exact moment he would release his seed, then it was like the fluid had nowhere to go and would back up into his body, causing intense pain for about fifteen minutes.

The woman had learned long ago to not talk about his performance or mention the issue, or he would instantly get violent with her, so she simply pretended to sleep as if his rough movements had worn her out completely. It was always vastly better to play dead than risk angering the volatile young master of the Colt family.

The curled-up shrimp groaning in pain, nor the bound woman still trapped against the headboard, noticed the faint smell of incense drifting through the room, well not until their eyes got heavy and closed a bit.

The window had been quietly slid open exactly seven centimeters from the outside, allowing a single burning incense stick to release its heavy toxins directly into the dark bedroom air. When the black shadow perched outside the second-story window saw that the initial dosage was not enough to guarantee results, a second burning stick was quietly slid right next to the first one.

Soon, the blonde woman's eyes closed for real as her body went completely limp against the metal bars. Ralph suddenly realized his entire body was turning completely numb, his muscles failing to respond to his increasingly sluggish thoughts as the poison took hold.

He did, however, manage to see a dark black shadow creep smoothly over the window sill like a slithering viper, stepping into the bedroom light as the individual fully stood up.

Ralph, laying paralyzed in his king-sized bed, could only watch helplessly as the gloved man calmly walked over to turn on his desktop computer. The intruder then walked straight over to his wooden dresser, picked up his personal smartphone alongside the girl's device, and casually carried them into the adjoining bathroom.

From the bed, Ralph could clearly hear the sound of heavy water running to fill the bathtub.

With the bathtub still filling up in the next room, the black-clothed man—equipped with some sort of specialized utility belt like the Batman—sat down at the desktop computer, his fingers speedily punching keys across the board. Soon, Ralph saw the intruder pull a sleek USB drive from his utility belt and plug it directly into the open port.

Many flashing file windows immediately lit up the dark room, appearing to be uploaded and installed onto the drive within seconds.

When the intruder was completely done executing his commands on the computer, he went back into the bathroom, apparently to turn off the running water faucet. When he returned to the bedside, he carried a single cup of tap water and a handful of white pills in his gloved palm.

"Ralph Colt, drugs are bad, Mkay~?!" a sarcastic voice echoed through the room.

The sarcasm was thick from the probable assassin as he watched Ralph, stepping over to the bound woman to force the pills directly into her mouth. He expertly rubbed the side of her throat a certain way to trigger a natural swallowing reflex, ensuring she swallowed the pills safely while unconscious.

The ninja-looking man possessed piercing blue eyes, staring down at his wife as if carefully assessing something about her body. Then, the assassin let out a quiet chuckle.

"You seem to like some bush?" he mused, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Me, all of my women are bare down there for my pleasure. But I am not judging you... No, I forgot, I am most definitely judging you. Oh, where do you keep your hard liquor? Nevermind, I see it..."

The man, maintaining an incredibly friendly tone, strolled directly over to Ralph's personal minibar and located the top-quality whiskey he had been saving for a special occasion. Turning back to the bed carrying the glass bottle, the man smiled.

"I thought about fucking your wife and letting you watch, because that was exactly what you told Laura you would do to Kim Smith, in front of her lover Rick Tang, right?" he stated calmly. "But looking at her all tied up and miserable, I would not torment her with her body. Plus I hate rapists. Oh, I see your pupils dilating, you figured out who I am finally, ha-ha. Too bad, you should have stayed friends with me, now you will die tonight."

The man—no, Rick—pulled out a black bag containing a strange medical tube, piping one end securely onto the open top of the whiskey bottle. With absolutely no way for Ralph to physically resist the movement, the thin tube was gently guided straight down his throat.

When the heavy bottle was tipped upside down to function like a crude IV drip, Rick spoke in a relaxed tone, sounding like a supportive friend or a friendly Dr. Kevorkian.

"When you talked to Scott, did he ever tell you how his mother died?" Rick asked, his voice dropping to a conversational murmur. "Well, it seems she drank too much and bumped her head on the toilet. But don't worry, even though I know my lovers did it for me, I will not be sloppy. You, my friend, are going to have a very peaceful death. I actually hope you reincarnate in my next world, so I can brutally kill you like I wanted to do now, sigh. But alas, I will let you die a hero to the American people."

Even though Ralph could not physically move his limbs and his vision was splitting into three separate images of Rick, his hearing still functioned perfectly fine. The next words he heard, however, made his conscious mind want to scream out in sheer panic.

He watched as his stomach grew hot from the sudden influx of booze, watching the devil himself rub his gloved fingers over the face of his bound wife.

"I changed my mind, when I kill you, I am going to fuck your wife really hard, then I will leave my baby inside her, so at least she can mourn your death with a real man's baby in her belly," Rick whispered, his blue eyes flashing darkly. "And I will make sure that is the only Colt child left alive, as I go to the other rooms, and set fire to the house, sad only the woman carrying my child will survive, ha-ha, let's go Ralph, I am horny!"

As the massive bottle of high-proof alcohol quickly emptied directly into his belly, it hit his system hard on an entirely empty stomach. Rick lifted the paralyzed man out of the sheets after neatly putting away all of his technical gear.

"Okay miss, if you want to be impregnated, be there when I get back from making you a widow, ha-ha!" Rick joked to the room, lifting Ralph up into a princess carry.

Soon enough, Ralph Colt could feel his body being submerged into the cold, deep water of the bathtub with his personal cell phones already thrown into the water beside him. This move ensured that the tracking crew from the Oz organization would never know what transpired here, plus the desktop computer in the room had been taken completely off the internet while remaining active for the police.

Ralph was barely able to keep his nose and mouth above the surface due to the incense drug naturally clearing from his system, but his resistance was useless.

Glug! Glug! Glug! That fucking bastard Rick began pouring cups of water directly into his breathing pipe, deliberately ensuring his death would be slow and agonizing. And the absolute worst part of the execution was that those exposed blue eyes looked thoroughly entertained and happy as the light faded...

Seeing the final spark of life dim in Ralph's eyes, I could only let a satisfied smile spread across my face, because flawless murders like this are a rare occurrence in my line of work. Normally, my battlefield enemies receive a swift bullet to the head, but this guy had explicitly wanted to rape Kim in front of me, so there was no way in hell I could let him die without making him hate his life first.

My advanced Medicine skill assured me with absolute certainty that he was now medically dead. I immediately set to work cleaning up the scene, erasing any physical footprints and removing other stray evidence that my elite Cat Burglar skill warned me about.

I gently patted the sleeping head of the unfortunate, bound woman as I prepared to slip out, hoping that once she recovered, she would manage to find a much better man to marry.

A half hour later, due to moving with extreme, calculated caution through the dark neighborhood, I successfully made it over to a ground floor bedroom window of the target house and disabled the alarms and tripwires the Oz group had set up.

Like a literal thief in the night, I smoothly slipped through the half-open window pane, closing the glass securely behind me to remain undetected.

I spotted a blonde man laying flat on his side across the mattress, appearing to be fast asleep; or better yet, he was intentionally fake sleeping, but I chose not to call him out on his little performance. I walked quietly over to his wooden nightstand, reaching into my utility pocket to pull out a specialized gift.

A strange, wicked smile played on my lips as I carefully placed down a military fragmentation grenade topped with a pretty red bow, accompanied by a small printed tag with explicit instructions on its use so no accidents would happen. Then, I placed a very sharp combat knife right next to the explosive.

Taking a long look at the man's exposed back, noting the matching burn patterns on his torso that perfectly resembled some of my own lash marks, I gave a final nod as I turned to leave. And right when my hand reached the open window frame, Scott suddenly spoke up from the bed without turning his head to look at me.

"Hey, did you kill my mom?" Scott asked, his voice flat in the darkness.

"No, but I did give you guys laxatives that night," I answered honestly, pausing by the sill.

"That night sucked..." Scott muttered, shifting slightly under the blanket. "Don't get married on Monday, it is a bad wedding day."

"Hmm, Then I will listen to your words," I replied smoothly, checking the yard through the gap. "Have a good night's sleep, Monday will be a messy one. Oh, and what are your plans with Alex and Hope?"

"I need to know how much he loves her... I can't sleep anymore," he confessed, his tone hollow.

"Sorry, I just gave most of my sleeping pills to Ralph, so a warm bath might help," I offered sarcastically.

"So, are you going to marry Helen?" Scott asked suddenly.

It was an incredibly good thing that his back remained turned to me and my black infiltration mask was pulled tight over my face, because the sudden question caught me completely flatfooted in the dark room.

"I wanted to hear Helen's voice again, so we talked a bit," Scott admitted, as I stepped out onto the ledge. "She said she was waiting to marry you, so are you?"

"My name was in the stack of names for her possible husband, but I thought it was a joke..." I murmured into the quiet darkness of the room, looking at the figure on the bed. "I had not background checked them yet..."

"Did I beat your brains so fucking bad, you can't tell Helen loves you?" Scott fired back, his voice cutting through the shadows as he lay with his back to me. "Fuck you, Rick, you really piss me off sometimes. Don't make her cry, now fuck off before I yell."

This was easily the most bizarre conversation I think I had experienced in a very long while. Was Scott seriously telling me to actually step up and marry Helen?

And why the hell did she choose to tell him that of all people, especially given everything he had done? It seemed that despite Scott's destructive actions, Helen still deeply loved her stupid brother.

"Well, I love Helen, and won't let her be hurt, so rest well, goodbye..." I stated firmly, offering a final vow to the dark room.

And after I vanished from the ledge like the wind, slipping silently into the night, Scott finally rolled over in his bed to stare at the open window frame.

When his eyes landed on the survival knife and the fragmentation grenade sitting on his nightstand, a genuine chuckle escaped his lips, looking at the tools in pure amusement.

"Rick Lee, messing with you was a big mistake," Scott whispered to the empty room, reaching out a hand. "Well, you sure knew what I needed the most... Bang, baby!"

Hiding the two lethal objects securely beneath his pillow, Scott closed his eyes and drifted off, getting his first good night of sleep in days...

Sliding smoothly back into Lan Chow's bedroom through the high frame, I closed the window pane without making a sound. The room lights stayed completely off, but Lan was already sitting awake on the couch, pointing a finger toward the door of her bathroom.

"No one came, and I have hot water poured for you to rinse off any evidence from your body," she reported in a quiet murmur. "Leave the night-suit here and I will ruin it for you. How did your outing go?"

I immediately began peeling off the skintight suit, placing it directly into a metal pail for disposal along with my soft-soled stealth shoes. As I neatly stowed my technical equipment back into the box, I gave her a quick brief.

"Dealing with a Colt was no problem and one less foe to handle, but I ended up talking to Scott," I explained, stretching my sore shoulders. "I am sure it is our last talk we will ever have..."

Lan picked up the container, pouring a harsh mix of chemicals over the special night-suit to quickly deteriorate the fabric material into a harmless black powder. She turned her eyes to me.

"Was talking to him a good idea?" she asked, questioning my tactical judgment.

I offered her a confident smile as I walked past, pointing out the clear flaw in that logic. "Some might ask... Was talking to Lan Chow a good idea?" I countered smoothly. "Well, I know exactly when it is time to talk, kill, or walk away. He and I have clean slates now, and we are cousins regardless of the family war. I never had the heart to tell him what the twins did to him though... They were cruel, ew..."

Leaving the thought behind, I walked straight into the bathroom and sank my body deep into the steaming hot water.

After a short while, the door opened and Lan came right into the bathroom carrying two cold beers, handing one into my palm before leaning back to sit on the counter. She was not even remotely shy about me being completely naked in front of her.

Temple girls are definitely special, acting just like those wild Band Camp Girls from my past life's pop culture references. I can just visualize it clearly inside my head... This one time, at Temple Camp!

"Why are you smiling like that, are you making fun of me in your mind?" Lan asked suddenly, her eyes narrowing as she caught my expression.

After taking a slow sip of my Michelob beer, I gave her a small nod, causing her to immediately pout as she took a sip from her own bottle. She paused, her expression turning dead serious as she asked her real question. "Monday, Hinata will be with Kim... You won't leave me behind, will you?" she demanded, her cold eyes waiting intently for me to tell her the absolute truth.

I had thought about this scenario heavily beforehand, and looking at her rigid posture, I knew she was waiting for a straight answer.

"Will you hate me if I leave you behind?" I asked, testing her resolve.

"Yes, I will stop liking you," she answered flatly without a single trace of hesitation.

The two of us locked eyes, engaging in a silent, intense staring contest across the steaming room. I had always explicitly said that I wanted a partner who wouldn't just blindly do everything I wanted them to do.

I used to think Hinata was stubborn, or even Lucy, but this woman was on an entirely different level of serious. She was being completely honest with me, and I knew for a fact she would hold a permanent grudge if I failed to let her fight by my side.

"Sigh, Whatever, but you are not allowed to get hurt," I relented, taking another gulp of beer. "I don't have time to babysit on the battlefield."

"You are a good young man, I will keep liking you then, fufu," Lan chimed happily, her fierce demeanor melting into a rare, playful giggle. "I am going to bed, you can sleep on the couch, or in the bed, I don't mind. Goodnight..."

I watched her sway her hips smoothly as she walked out of the bathroom, and I could swear she did that entirely on purpose.

Still, there is a proper time and place for everything, and right now my fiancee Kim is my absolute top priority for the weekend. But I am definitely not sleeping on a piece of furniture tonight, so I call out to her as I dry off.

"The right side is mine, you get the left!" I shouted toward the bedroom.

An Emperor should absolutely not be sleeping on a couch anymore, right?!