Chapter 243: Smith & Wesson 500, Meets Gun-Fu!

Chapter 243: Smith & Wesson 500, Meets Gun-Fu!

Stepping into my fortieth-floor apartment to pick up Hinata and Mercy, the sight of a beautiful, blonde American woman instantly greeted my eyes.

"Ah, shucks Rick, you knew I was waiting to find you, ha-ha~!" Kim let out a loud, ecstatic yell as she sprinted straight into my arms, a brilliant grin lighting up her face while she wrapped her arms tightly around my neck.

Mei stepped out from the kitchen right at that moment, balancing a tray of colorful drinks meant for the children playing in the living room. Every single eye in the spacious room instantly swung in my direction. My gaze swept over the gathered crowd of my kids, catching the familiar faces of John and Megan Smith, Lee Mu, Ryu Kyusho, and the absolute youngest of the group, Bruce Lee.

The excited pack of toddlers boasted different styles of pitch-black hair and various bright shades of blue eyes, their ages ranging anywhere from one to five years old. The second they processed my arrival, they charged forward as a single, chaotic unit, instantly dog-piling right onto me and the laughing blonde still clung tightly in my arms while shouting in perfect, messy unison, "Daddy~!"

Kim refused to loosen the tight lock she had around my neck, forcing me to use my free hands to pat the heads of every single child within arm's reach.

Mei walked over with a warm smile, cradling little Bruce in her arms so the baby could get a closer look at me. A deep, familiar warmth flooded right through my chest at the sight of this small fraction of my offspring. They spent almost every single working day together as a tight-knit unit, an arrangement made seamless because Kim, Lucy, Gretta, Ling Ling, Mercy, and Hinata were typically stationed here five days a week.

"Have you little rascals taken your naps?" I pressed a firm kiss against Kim's lush lips before looking down at the tiny sea of faces surrounding my legs, letting a knowing grin spread across my face as one or two of my kids immediately looked away, their tiny faces absolute pictures of pure, textbook kid-guilt.

Kim finally uncoiled from my neck to give me room to properly hug each child, stepping away to retrieve a massive, reinforced black combat gun case the size of a standard briefcase. The heavy-duty exterior featured a specialized electronic biometric locking mechanism designed specifically to keep the children entirely out of danger. Bold, rugged lettering stamped across the front of the ballistic plastic case clearly read: S&W 500 Tang Model.

"Daddy, I named it the Tang Model, do you like it?" My five-year-old son, John Smith, puffed out his chest with immense pride the second he saw me take hold of the container his mother had been handling like a living child.

I reached out and thoroughly rubbed the head of my future arms dealer, nodding along with absolute certainty before I even caught a glimpse of the modified weapons inside as I told him, "That sounds perfect. Well, if you named it, that means your mother put you to work for the company, right? I think we should celebrate. How about a scoop of ice cream for everyone to mark the occasion?"

The living room instantly erupted into a barrage of ecstatic shouts as every single child threw their hands straight up into the air. In the background, the mothers immediately leveled a series of sharp, warning glares at me, their eyes screaming that I was spoiling the group far too much. In reality, my wives absolutely loved it when I walked in and treated the kids this way. They wanted the children to live completely happy, carefree lives, but the responsibilities of the household meant they had to maintain their strict mother personas. Well, except for Kim, who was always a total, effortless pushover when it came to the kids.

After receiving a round of quick, affectionate hugs from my wives, the women ushered the cheering children toward the kitchen to scoop up the frozen treats. With the coast clear, I practically ran into the backroom to take a look at my own special treats.

Snap.

My fingers pressed against the scanner, and the precise combination of Vicky's birth-date was quickly punched into the interface. The heavy locks popped open with a distinct, metallic click.

Lifting the lid exposed a dense, perfectly molded foam casing designed to snugly bed the two shiny silver monsters Kim had custom-modified just for me.

Staring down at the twin Smith & Wesson Model 500s, the weapons looked less like standard handguns and more like giant, heavy-duty blocks of polished, flawless stainless steel. Each piece was a devastating five-shot monolith, boasting a cylinder roughly the size of a soda can and a barrel so remarkably thick and intimidating that it commanded instant, unquestioning respect. Just gripping the handles allowed me to feel the raw, explosive energy waiting to drop the monstrous Dire Animals roaming Pangaea. The entire structure was meticulously built around a massive, reinforced frame specifically engineered to survive a handheld detonation.

Lifting the twin bad-boys into the air made them feel like a pair of completely weightless toys, even though the sheer mass would instantly snap a normal human's wrists completely in half. Thanks to the absolute perfection of my superhuman cultivator body, I could flip and spin the massive stainless-steel hand-cannons like light plastic props, completely ignoring the legendary, bone-shattering recoil.

I had ordered these specific modifications to perfectly complement my unique style of acrobatic Gun-Fu. The design ensured these five-shot monsters were fully optimized for absolute, unadulterated chaos during close-quarters combat. Once I truly let loose in the field, the encounter was not going to be a simple shootout. It was going to transform into a beautiful, blinding symphony of pure, concussive shockwaves.

Naturally, I refrained from loading the massive cylinders with their live fifty-caliber rounds for this test. I contented myself with twirling the heavy frames rapidly through my fingers, feeling exactly how the balance shifted after the customization work, and the results were phenomenal. Both my active skills of Firearms Grandmaster and Gun-Fu Grandmaster instantly confirmed the absolute perfection of the weight distribution.

"I only see you that happy after sex or when one of your kids are born, haha! So did you like the small decorations I added, Rick?" Kim quietly slipped into the room, a highly amused expression crossing her face as she watched me admire the craftsmanship.

Raising one of the heavy revolvers to the light, my eyes caught the intricate, incredibly tiny laser engravings of coiling eastern dragons and fierce tigers running along the polished metal. I nodded my head in deep appreciation, gently setting the weapons back into their foam beds before reaching out to pull Kim tightly against my chest.

"Thanks Kim, I love it." I pressed a deep kiss against her lips, softly mumbling my words of affection directly against her mouth. "But I love you more."

After safely stowing my new firearms away and saying goodbye to my wives and children, I finally left the Velvet Tower with Mercy and Hinata walking close by my side.

"Master, where to?" Settling into the plush interior of the armored black sedan, Mercy's piercing blue eyes locked onto mine through the rearview mirror as she waited for the route coordinates.

In the backseat right next to me, Hinata leaned her body into my arms with deep affection. I rested my hand on her shoulder, looking down into her inquisitive eyes as I gave the driver our destination, "I am going to the Phoenix Tower. I need to pick up both Jenifer and Cat for tonight's meeting." I let out a heavy sigh, shifting my weight against the leather seat before continuing, "And I need to talk with Tina."

"Seeing Tina I understand, Sensei, and even Jenifer. But why Cat?" Hinata was idly playing with my fingers, her free hand adjusting the fine fabric of her black silk obi sash as she looked up with an expression of pure curiosity.

A sharp grumble escaped my throat as my mind flashed back to the abrupt way Luke had just hung up the phone on me.

"Luke Fu needs to be punished! So I am bringing his first wife to meet his second wife's sister, hehe!" I chuckled darkly at the thought, thoroughly enjoying the impending chaos.

Turning my gaze fully toward the two lovely women accompanying me, I offered them a quick, practical instruction for the rest of the trip.

"By the way, when we get there, I will have Jenifer drive. You two can take the car and go straight home to be with the kids. You already know just how much Jenifer absolutely loves to drive me around, right?" I gave them both a reassuring smile as Mercy steered the vehicle flawlessly through the heavy traffic, guiding us directly toward the massive Fire Birds building. Hinata simply shook her head in mild amusement, silently marveling at my childishly petty side when it came to messing with poor Luke.

Ten short minutes later, the sedan glided smoothly into the underground Phoenix Building parking garage, a secure zone heavily protected by our own elite forces.

The vehicle came to a smooth halt in a designated space. Jenifer was already standing by, fully aware of the exact moment I would arrive due to her specialized Cat and Mouse App constantly alerting my women of my movements. She stepped forward with crisp, professional precision, pulling the heavy door open so I could step out onto the concrete.

"Alright, go back my lovers, see you after dinner. Oh, and tell Mary that I will tuck her in tonight when I get home." I paused, turning my head back toward the interior of the car to catch the eyes of the two women remaining inside before stepping away.

I stood on the concrete floor, watching the armored black sedan pull away and disappear around the garage ramp. My eyes shifted over to inspect what Jenifer was wearing, noting the sharp, perfectly tailored grey business suit that matched my own clothing choices identically. Before our session of dual cultivating, I had been wearing entirely black attire, only switching over to this specific grey ensemble immediately afterward.

"Jenifer dear, you were wearing black this morning, so how did you match me? I am getting creepy university tracksuit vibes again?!" I asked the question with a raised eyebrow, genuinely baffled by her uncanny timing.

She fell into position exactly one disciplined step behind me, adopting the flawless posture expected of a dedicated Personal Maid as we walked toward the elevators.

"First, I am fully aware of official Fire Birds meetings, as I set them up for you, Leader. Second, I asked Lucy, here." Jenifer held up her smartphone with a completely neutral expression, displaying the active Harem-Chat page right in front of my face to show the latest exchange.

[Maid Han: Lucy, what is Rick wearing right now, he is on his way? Out of all the ladies, you would know fastest? Only Nadia is the second fastest.]

[Nephew-Fan: My padawan, you are right! I and Val left his office and he is wearing a grey tieless. Just put on a crimson tie for his meal tonight. Oh, and pack a box of condoms for his dessert! ;P]

"As a good secretary, I don't ask or tell, but please don't use those things on or in me, fufu." Maintaining a completely straight, unblinking face, Jenifer reached into her pocket and pulled out a standard three-pack box of condoms, firmly pressing the small package right into my open palm.

I felt a sudden, involuntary spasm strike the corner of my mouth. Yeah, my lips were definitely twitching. There was absolutely no doubt in my mind that Lucy was teasing me relentlessly, fully aware that I would end up reading her damn text messages.

Striding through the doors and into the main lobby of the seventies retro-style building, a dark, deeply satisfied smile formed in the depths of my heart. I was going to thoroughly screw with Raymond Lee here, ensuring the man was sent off to the afterlife with the absolute greatest death imaginable: Hitmen Go-Go Dancers.

I waved to the retro-dressed secretaries stationed at the building's front desk, flashing a quick smile to the surrounding members as Jenifer and I strode smoothly toward my private elevator. Instead of ascending to my usual private sanctuary on the tenth floor, I punched the button for the ninth, guiding us straight toward the joint office of Tina and Cat.

Unlike the sprawling, thematic layouts found throughout the rest of the building, Tina's office favored a remarkably plain aesthetic, balancing clean white and deep red decorations with a subtle blend of modern lines and seventies flair. Tina only felt truly comfortable surrounded by plain, pure colors, though she intentionally kept that sharp splash of red out of respect for this being the official Fire Birds main headquarters.

"Hello Leader Rick, what brings you to our ninth-floor office today?" Cat looked completely nonplussed the exact moment I walked through the door, though she still offered a polite, professional greeting to her boss while shifting some paperwork on her desk.

Jenifer immediately glided toward the side bar to pour me a whiskey on the rocks, leaving me to face Tina as she looked up with a traditionally expressionless face, though the faint glint in her golden eyes instantly conveyed her quiet happiness to see me.

"Rick, what is up my dear?" Tina stood up from her desk, her vibrant red hair pulled back into a high, practical ponytail. The fact that she was already wearing her skintight black assassination suit told me absolutely everything I needed to know about her schedule, but I decided to ask anyway as I stepped further into the room.

"I came to invite both you and Cat to a meeting-dinner at the Country Club tonight. Both Luke and Jasmin Rin will be there."

Tina skillfully closed the distance between us to enter my personal space, wrapping her arms around me to deliver a deeply passionate kiss that beautifully expressed her affection alongside a hint of genuine regret for what she was about to tell me.

"Sorry dear, I have a contract tonight. A girl has to earn money, and a million a shot is all for Alice's future... What is this?" Tina's hand brushed against an unfamiliar shape in my coat pocket, her brow furrowing slightly as she fished out the pack of condoms and held the bright packaging up for everyone in the room to see.

"Rick, why are you carrying James's stupid product? I cannot believe his first company he started was a condom factory, haha!" Cat instantly burst into a loud, mocking laugh at the sight of the item, clutching her belly with one hand as she leaned against her desk.

Staring at the object in Tina's fingers, I felt a familiar wave of mixed emotions over the bright golden box bearing the ridiculous brand name: Monkey King Rubbers. The packaging featured a comical, stylized Sun Wukong character holding a large yellow banana near his waist with the exact type of knowing grin all men recognized, leaving me simultaneously ashamed and proud that his first business venture was doing so incredibly well. James had clearly created the brand as a massive inside joke because the legendary trickster character looked suspiciously like me, and yes, the actual condoms inside were a matching golden yellow.

Jenifer simply smiled as she handed me the freshly poured drink, knowing the full, ridiculous history between James and me as she discreetly looked away before she could burst out laughing in front of everyone.

"Are you in danger? Should I have my men go and capture Jasmin? I will send her to the soldier recruitment to get rid of her, even if her sister is Cat's sister-wife." Tina looked back and forth between the box and my face, her golden eyes widening in mock seriousness while a vibrant, beautiful smile completely covered her face, proving she knew exactly what kind of game was actually being played.

"I... I won't... I mean, we are having a serious meeting tonight, and that is why I invited you and Cat." I stammered slightly as the grinning assassin slid the golden box right back into my coat pocket, desperately trying to inject a sense of professional calm into the conversation.

"I was not serious, dear Dragon. Go and play, because in less than two weeks, your life will change, and so will ours. As long as I don't see it, it never happened, just like with Ana." Tina gave my chest a couple of gentle, playful pats before swaying her hips smoothly as she walked right back toward her desk, leaving me to wince slightly at the casual mention of Ana, who remained my absolute worst-kept mistress alongside Lucy.

"Vice Leader Feng, I will go and bring my dumb husband home tonight, and if he drinks with Rick, we might cause another turf war. Just tell the babysitter to watch my little cat, fufu." Cat stood up from her chair and swiftly snatched her purse off the desk, turning to address Tina with a mischievous smirk.

With our plans firmly set, Cat, Jenifer, and I quietly exited the office, heading back down to the garage to keep our evening reservations at the Country Club.