The summer breeze was thick and humid.
A small town in the south, a transportation hub wedged between the borders of two nations.
And because it lay between two nations, it had become an unregulated frontier zone.
War, poverty, and crime festered in the area.
Merrick had a cigarette dangling from his mouth. He had shaved his head into a buzz cut, and the days of traveling had left him looking a bit disheveled. Yet, it didn't take away from the sharp contours of his face—his sword-like eyebrows arched upwards, and his stunning eyes had a slight upward tilt. He let out a loud whistle towards the barmaid.
"Same as usual, five drinks."
The barmaid responded with a smile and blew him a kiss.
As soon as he sat down, several women surrounded him. One of them was the first to lean into his arm, sensually teasing, whispering in his ear, "Hey there, sweetie. How long has it been?"
Merrick smiled flirtatiously and responded with a teasing tone, "Well, here I am. Babe, you've missed me, haven't you?"
"You always know how to sweet-talk." The woman's laughter rang out like silver bells.
A circle of large, burly men sat nearby, casting cold glances at Merrick as he flirted with the women.
They were all trusted subordinates of AE. When Merrick first joined, none of them were convinced. A pretty boy—why should he be favored by the boss, and rise to their level?
But it was at this very bar that, during their last visit, a few of them had drunkenly tried to provoke Merrick.
That fight left them speechless.
They never expected that the pretty boy they looked down on would move with such ruthless precision in a fight. With a spinning kick, he sent a 6.7 feet, burly man sprawling. His eyes, once bright and sharp, now gleamed with intensity, and the murderous aura around him sent a chill down their spines.
"Sir." A thin, dark-skinned man entered through the bar door. His nickname was Scorpion, one of AE's trusted messengers and confidants.
The moment Merrick saw Scorpion, he knew it was time for work.
AE had been staying in the city between two nations for business talks, and now, it had reached a critical point.
Merrick, along with his men, followed Scorpion into the largest club in here.
Inside the club, there was a cacophony of lewd sounds and the smell of smoke everywhere. Here was filled with opium poppies, and the whole town depended on these "man-eating flowers" for survival, having fallen into decadence because of them.
They walked in a straight line, their eyes not wavering, all the way to the innermost private room.
Scorpion in charge knocked on the door, and after receiving permission, he pushed it open and entered.
Inside the room, it was much quieter than outside.
There were only three men in the room, the rest were women, each with red lips, white teeth, a curvaceous figure, and an alluring physique.
However, all the women were dressed the same, with their hands bound behind their backs, collars and chains around their necks, almost naked, clearly trained as slaves.
The deal seemed to have been settled, with one man already enjoying himself with a woman, while another was hugging a woman, fondling her breasts, and talking to AE, who was sitting at the far end.
AE usually wore a grimacing mask, and in this land of decadence, he seemed completely unaffected.
A woman was kneeling between his legs, struggling to take in and swallow his large but unaroused penis.
No matter how the woman licked and sucked, AE remained calm and composed, showing no signs of arousal.
Merrick stood expressionless by the side, waiting for AE to give the command.
In fact, his attention was on AE's conversation with the man, but it was clear that the crucial parts of the deal had already been settled, and the two seemed to be exchanging pleasantries.
Before he could hear much more of their conversation, a woman's scream pierced the air. Merrick looked over and saw the woman who had been servicing AE, now with her tongue completely severed at the root.
At this moment, Merrick noticed that at AE's feet, several severed tongues lay scattered on the ground, cleanly and neatly cut, not a single drop of blood had splashed.
"Change her." AE spoke in a flat tone.
Another trusted bodyguard of AE, a tall and muscular man named Rowan Afred, was standing beside him.
Upon receiving the command, Rowan casually grabbed a woman and pulled her to AE's feet, then swiftly wrenched the neck of the woman whose tongue had been slit. Without giving her a chance to resist, he snapped her neck with a single hand.
He dragged the woman's lifeless body by the arm and threw it out of the door. Someone would naturally take care of the corpse outside.
Merrick observed everything quietly, his fingers slightly curling, yet he stood upright, his expression as indifferent as ever.
From the day he went undercover, he knew.
Every day would bring him face to face with the bloody, brutal side of the dark world, but he had to hold it all in.
The most painful and dangerous aspect of being an undercover agent is the control of conflicting emotions.
On one side, justice would not allow him to watch someone die without intervening, much less become an accomplice. On the other, reality reminded him that he had to endure everything to truly infiltrate the dark forces and eradicate deeper evil.
The next woman was dragged to AE, trembling as she continued to serve him, but AE showed no reaction.
Soon, Scorpion answered the phone and quickly bowed, saying, "Boss, it's Master Unknown on the line."
AE, wearing a mask, was not visible to Merrick, but in that instant, he could still keenly sense the tension in AE's muscles.
"Is it me—" After a simple three words, AE didn't speak again, just quietly listened to the conversation on the other end.
Master Unknown?
Although the other person wasn't his target, Merrick had still heard of Arabella.
The only woman on the list, and she was number one.
Not to mention the underworld, but even in the legitimate world, he often heard people talk about how Master Unknown was just a name with no substance, relying on her connection with AE to climb to the top.
It's said that the only person to have seen AE's true face was Master Unknown, because the two of them had slept together.
He thought the rumors were untrustworthy. With AE's cruel and cold-blooded nature, could he really be influenced by a woman?
But soon, he began to doubt his own assumptions.
After receiving the phone call, AE's other hand roughly grabbed the head of the woman kneeling on the ground.
His previously indifferent penis now forcefully entered the woman's mouth. Deep-throating her, the shape of her mouth made it clear how unusually rigid it had become.
Could a single phone call from Master Unknown bring such pleasure?
It was unclear what was said on the other end, but it made AE chuckle lightly before he responded, "How much do you want this time?"
AE spoke softly, but his hand gripping the woman's head was ruthless. He thrust rapidly, using her mouth almost as if it were a sex toy, the speed so intense it almost seemed to tear her throat.
Merrick didn't know what was said, but AE's reaction suggested he was visibly pleased.
The two exchanged a few more words before AE hung up the phone.
As soon as the phone call ended, AE returned to his previous calm demeanor, but his member in the woman's mouth immediately ejaculated, causing her to choke on the scorching liquid.
But the next second, there was no more movement. The woman's eyes widened, and she fell to the ground, blood spraying from her mouth.
Merrick struggled to suppress his anger at that moment. A life had ended right before his eyes, yet he kept his gaze straight ahead, not daring to spare a single glance at the dead woman on the floor.
After killing the woman, AE simply coldly cleaned himself up and then gave the order, "Let's go."
Merrick's expression shifted. He had finally touched the tip of the iceberg of the drug trade world.
Meanwhile, Arabella, who had just hung up the phone, was at a celebratory banquet, drinking.
This time, Raven sat aside. As Arabella's trusted subordinate, he was surrounded by the subordinates from the Rus stronghold, drinking and enjoying the rare lively atmosphere.
Albatross and some others were still with Ferdinand, and after hearing the news of the victory, they would depart and arrive early the next morning.
Arabella smiled as she watched the lively scene in front of her. She sat in the center, swirling her wine glass, thinking about her conversation with AE.
She needed to move a batch of goods, and Abyss was the perfect place for it.
After moving the goods and getting the money, she would be able to get that batch of fine weapons from Ferdinand.
The entire world map was imprinted in her mind, and the expanding territory was getting closer to Scalien Kingdom.
Thinking about her goal, Arabella became exceptionally excited. She took several gulps of ice-cold wine, feeling a refreshing chill spread through her body, and let out a silent, contented sigh.
Just as she was enjoying the wine, a young man walked in. He had good proportions, slim yet tall. His round face and handsome features caught the eye.
He had a type of masculine charm that was especially clean and refreshing. Even though his features weren't particularly striking, he still made a pleasant impression.
After the young man entered, he leaned in and whispered to the leader of the Rus base. The leader nodded with an appreciative expression, signaling for the young man to take a seat.
Not long after, the leader raised his glass and loudly said to Arabella, "Master Unknown, let me introduce you to my capable assistant. His name is Bramwell Blackthorn, and he's a local from Rus. What do you think? Isn't he a spirited young man?"
Arabella nodded, giving face. The leader was an old comrade who had helped her build her foundation and was someone she trusted. Since he recommended his subordinate, Arabella naturally had to support him.
"You're into racing, right? Bramwell is also very good at racing." With the effects of the alcohol kicking in, the leader's tone became more casual.
"Oh." Arabella's response wasn't particularly enthusiastic. She merely raised her glass, exchanged a glance with the young man named Bramwell, and they both drank together.
After the banquet ended, Raven accompanied Arabella as they left. She patted the leader's shoulder, smiled, and glanced at Bramwell standing behind them, then spoke, "Have him come find me later. Let him entertain me for a while."
After Arabella finished speaking, she left with Raven, leaving the leader, his face stiff, to turn and look at the bewildered Bramwell.
"Boss, what does Master Unknown mean by this? What am I supposed to do, play with her?"
The leader also found it hard to accept, thinking to himself: "Master Unknown has quite an appetite, there's still a little treat in the room that hasn't been finished, and now she wants another one?"
Annoyed, the leader slapped Bramwell's head and said, "What else can you do? Serve Master Unknown. Go—wash yourself clean."
"Ah—?" Bramwell exclaimed in disbelief.
"What 'ah'?" The leader snapped. "You're handsome, that's why. You're not losing anything—just a few hairs off your dick." He kicked Bramwell in the ass and shouted, "Go wash up properly and put on something nice."
When Bramwell reluctantly finished washing up and came out, he saw Raven had already returned.
"Let's go, Master Unknown has ordered us to head out to the outskirts. Everyone can come and watch."
Upon hearing this, Bramwell nearly collapsed, his legs buckling.
This was getting way too wild.
The first time he saw the rumored Master Unknown, he thought she was a particularly quiet and delicate woman.
She actually wants to have a sex in the wild? And with everyone watching?
He just couldn't get feelings in wild!
At this point, the leader realized something was wrong. It seemed he had misunderstood Arabella's intentions.
When they left the city, they saw two heavy armored motorcycles, with Arabella already dressed in racing gear, leaning against the motorbike and waiting.
Upon seeing Bramwell dressed so neatly and delicately, Arabella asked with curiosity, "Are you sure you want to race dressed like that?"
Racing?
Bramwell turned his gaze to his boss.
Feeling guilty, the leader avoided Bramwell's gaze, looking around nervously.
Bramwell's eyelids twitched as he looked towards the distant, pitch-black mountains, with not a single flicker of light in sight.
Can he take back what he just said?!
He'd already cleaned himself thoroughly, inside and out, not even leaving his foreskin untouched.
Compared to racing on the mountain roads at midnight, he'd rather have a wild sex with Master Unknown!
