Chapter 81 — The Assassin Brothers
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"Socrates.. That fool.. did he really think I'll surrender this body back to him? Hehehe.." Lady Achillia stated amidst chuckles as she dragged the masculine body forward with careful steps through the snow-covered path.
"I've already completed the task you assigned me.. Ensure Kamira didn't die and yh, I saved her.. I saved her ass.. Served as transport and brought her for immediate treatment... How are you going to pay back this debt, Little Soc?" Lady Achillia giggled as her face turned tomato red with a mischievous smile spreading across it..
If one saw this scene, one would wonder why the man in blue robes was acting like a blushing woman for no reason.
"What's the best payment other than your body?" Lady Achillia asked as if Socrates could hear her..
"I'll take this body and—"
Crack**
A split suddenly tore through Socrates' masculine body which caused her to go silent..
She looked down at the chest and immediately pulled apart the blue robe and silver tunic only to see cracks spreading all over the skin beneath.
And it wasn't stagnant...
The cracks were spreading toward the hands and legs like shattered glass creeping across a mirror..
"Oh no.. My body.. My body is breaking..." She cried out as she touched the masculine chest carefully.
For a moment, she genuinely seemed to care about the body until she suddenly burst into laughter..
"Hahaha.."
"Oh.. You're really lucky, Little Soc.. Too bad your body can't handle a King Tier Soul after all..."
Then she sighed softly while cold wind drifted past.
"It's all because of your broken meridians.. Had it been you could harness energy, with your physique your body would've held my soul perfectly.."
Crack**
The fractures spread toward the neck...
"But it seems your disability saved you this time around.."
Lady Achillia shut her eyes as she willed herself out of his consciousness, causing the body to instantly collapse weightlessly onto the snow-covered floor while the jet-black hair slowly turned crimson red once more...
The night became silent again.
It wasn't up to two minutes before two silhouettes appeared at the scene...
A male silhouette in white robes with a golden fan covering the side of his face and a female silhouette with black hair packed into a ponytail.
"I knew there would surely be backlash from Junior Brother's tremendous power.. I just didn't expect it to be this bad." Judas analyzed calmly as he stared at the cracks spreading across Socrates' back..
Snowflakes drifted around the unconscious body while faint steam escaped from his lips.
"Carry him back to the infirmary and look after him till he wakes up.." Judas said to the female silhouette..
"Can he recover from this? Are you sure he's not dead yet?" The lady in the tight-fitting combat dress asked. A lightweight brown chest plate rested against her torso while black leggings wrapped firmly around her long legs.
"Hopefully... Since it's a backlash, there should be a recovery option. He's currently at his weakest state... All you need to do is protect him.." Judas tapped the lady lightly on the shoulder and she nodded in confirmation before bending down to carry Socrates onto her back.. .
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<3 Days Later — THE LU STRUCTURE> .
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"It's been confirmed, Socrates is in the infirmary.." A male silhouette reported to Lu Yarao while kneeling on one knee..
"Apparently, he suffered backlash from the treasure he used and has been unable to move for days now." The Lu Family subordinate continued while keeping his head lowered as Lu Yarao slowly turned toward Kurama whose face looked like the embodiment of rage..
"How reliable is this information?" He asked coldly, the death of his sister still weighing heavily on his mind..
"One hundred percent." The subordinate replied.
Kurama turned away and began taking slow steps left and right across the hall..
"What are we waiting for then? Let's go end this fucker once and for all.." Kurama turned instantly with a burst of energy leaking from his body..
"And then what? The entire Ichigo Clan and Lu Family get wiped out by the Northern Gladiator Guild?" Lu Yarao snapped sharply.
"Do you really think the Northern Gladiator Guild would go that far because of him?" Kurama asked.
"He represents the guild.. And if you want to think recklessly, go ahead with your thinking but don't drag the Lu Family into it.." Lu Yarao replied before Kurama directed a hostile gaze toward her..
The Lu subordinate immediately rose while two other hidden presences bore down heavily on Kurama causing him to retract his killing intent at once..
'You only lost one person while I lost three, bitch..' Kurama gritted his teeth inwardly.
"Fine then.. What's the next line of action?"
"We take this information to the Assassin Brothers.. They'll handle the job. The only thing you need to bring is credits.. Two hundred thousand credits will suffice.." Lu Yarao said calmly..
"This works then.. I'll send someone to bring it for you." Kurama replied before dusting his brown robe and walking out of the structure..
The gazes of the three men lingered on him until he finally disappeared from sight while Lu Yarao slowly turned toward the man who brought the information..
"Act as instructed..." .
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Sprr* Sprr*
Tiny sparks flew each time the blade scraped against the smooth stone surface while the smell of metal filled the room...
The fat man concentrated deeply when suddenly the wooden door of the structure flung open violently..
"Bro, we got a gig.." A silhouette barged in and he stood in complete contrast to the fat man..
Lean and tall with a scarf hiding half his face and a giant wooden club wrapped with metal spikes resting on his shoulder...
The weapon was almost as large as him...
"Wow.. What's it about?" The fat brother asked as he stopped polishing and inspected the dagger carefully beneath the lantern light..
The dagger looked ridiculously small for a man of his size.
In contrast, it should've been his brother using the dagger while he wielded the wooden club but the two brothers were perfectly satisfied with their weapon choices..
"It's the new 50th Ranker who made waves recently..."
"The red-haired youth who killed the Ichigo girl?" The fat brother asked while narrowing his eyes and the other nodded.
"Yes, Bro.. According to intel, he's currently recuperating at the infirmary.. Assassination shouldn't be much of a problem.."
"What's the pay?"
"Five hundred thousand credits."
"The Ichigo Clan are sure generous.. Lean.. Prepare yourself, we move tonight.."
"Roger that, Fatso.."