Chapter 82 — Mama
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The infirmary was a structure built upon another structure which made the layout slightly complex, but because the two assassins, Lean and Fatso, were both locals who had executed many missions within this infirmary, they knew the pathways like the back of their hands.
The two brothers, with the help of the information they had received, arrived at the location where Socrates was staying.
It was a private ward and both of them remained hidden beneath the shadows of the cold night...
"Go, Fatso.. I'll watch for movements." Lean whispered to his fat brother who nodded before dragging his heavy body quietly into the private ward...
He held the dagger firmly in hand while his eyes gleamed beneath the darkness as he stared toward the bed positioned at the left edge of the room..
Outside, faint snow drifted past the windows while the lantern light flickered weakly.
On the bed laid a silhouette completely covered beneath a blue wrapper while another figure sat on the chair nearby, seemingly asleep..
The presence seated on the chair couldn't be clearly seen as the darkness concealed the outline almost completely...
'If I attack this person first... I might alert Socrates..' Fatso thought carefully at that moment...
'The mission comes first... I've to kill Socrates. If anything happens, I'll just seek backup from my brother.'
He tiptoed closer toward the bed while his gaze slowly travelled over the silhouette lying there...
'Let me see what the idiot looks like.'
He placed his hand on the wrapper only for his eyes to widen slightly when he touched something soft.
'Ah.. Socrates has breasts..? Since when did a man start having breasts?' He thought inwardly as the wrapper slid downward revealing a female silhouette with jet-black hair and wide obsidian eyes staring directly at him...
'I should've known... This isn't Socrates..' Fatso realized as he stared deeply into the woman's eyes while tightening his grip around the dagger...
The moment their gazes met—
It felt as though his mind suddenly became empty.
Obsidian reflected against obsidian...
Fatso's movements slowed instantly as he forgot what he originally intended to do.
He blinked slowly before staggering backward in confusion as he looked down at the dagger in his hand...
The obsidian-eyed woman gently pulled the wrapper off her body before sitting upright and climbing down from the bed with slow seductive steps...
Her eyes remained fixed on Fatso while the room became strangely silent...
The more Fatso looked at her, the more beautiful she seemed...
His breathing unconsciously became heavier as he slowly drowned within her infatuation...
Her lightweight brown chest plate pushed forward her chest slightly while the tight black leggings outlined the curves of her lower body...
Her pink lips curved into a faint smile...
"Call me Mama.." The lady whispered seductively...
The words penetrated deeply into Fatso's mind almost instantly as lust flashed through his eyes.
"Mama..." He called slowly while she drew closer toward him..
He wasn't particularly tall so both of them nearly stood at the same height...
She stepped forward until her chest rested lightly against his protruding stomach before leaning toward his ears...
For Fatso, the entire moment felt heavenly...
"Say Mama Malena.." She whispered softly into his ear...
"Mama... Ma... ma... Malena..." He stuttered heavily while his breathing became increasingly hot...
"Fatso.. what's taking you so long?" A whisper suddenly came from outside causing Malena to slowly retreat before snapping her fingers lightly, drawing Fatso's full attention again...
"Go get rid of the disturbance and stand guard at the door.."
"Oi Mama." Fatso nodded immediately before turning around and walking toward the exit...
The faltered expression on his face disappeared completely, replaced by cold alertness as his grip tightened around the dagger resting in his left hand.
The moment he stepped outside, he came face to face with Lean...
"How was it, Fatso?"
"I've executed the work.." Fatso smiled mischievously toward his brother...
"How about the sample?" Lean asked carefully.
"Oh damn.. I forgot." Fatso bit his lips while Lean looked at him suspiciously...
"Pass me your dagger.. I'll go take the sample." Lean tossed the giant wooden club toward Fatso who caught it before handing over the dagger to his brother...
'It's light...' Lean weighed the dagger briefly before turning his back toward Fatso in order to enter the ward...
But at that exact moment—
Fatso raised the giant wooden club wrapped with metal spikes and smashed it directly onto the back of Lean's head.
SMASH!!
The spikes tore violently through the back of his skull, splattering blood against the walls while pieces of brain matter and flesh scattered everywhere...
Thud*
Lean's body collapsed onto the ground with a dull sound while Fatso stared silently at the corpse before lowering his gaze toward the wooden club in his hands...
Fragments of memories and emotions attempted to flood his brain but something kept forcefully suppressing them...
"What am I doing? Mama said I should stand guard... Guard I shall stand..." Fatso reminded himself before standing firmly outside the ward like an obedient guard dog...
Unbeknownst to him, he had already fallen victim to Malena's technique which forced him to kill the very brother he had completed countless missions alongside...
That was the terrifying nature of Malena's ability... .
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Meanwhile, Malena stood before the silhouette seated on the chair with closed eyes...
'You're still not awake...' She muttered softly...
She was the one who had switched positions with him because she had anticipated that an incident like this could occur.
"You're the only person who has ever managed to break through my Illusory Mirror Technique.." Malena said with a faint smile on her face...
"Well... I expected nothing less from someone capable of killing Foundation Establishment experts with a single strike.." Malena added as she slowly closed the distance between herself and Socrates...
"I wonder what kind of treasure you're hiding..." She whispered before lightly poking his chest with a finger...
Then she bent downward until her seductive lips nearly brushed against his ear...
"Let's get you back to—"
The words suddenly stopped in her throat.
Tears instantly welled up within her eyes.
It wasn't because she didn't want to speak...
A terrifying force had suddenly gripped her neck.
"What are you doing here?" A cold familiar voice entered her ears causing her eyes to widen immediately...
'He's awake...'
"Huh... Huff... Huff..."
Muffled sounds escaped her mouth as Socrates' grip tightened harder around her throat...
"Answer me.." Socrates demanded coldly as his fingers slowly tightened further...
'Is he stupid?! How can I answer when he's choking me?!'
"You... What are you doing to Mama?!" Fatso, who had heard the muffled sounds, rushed inside with the giant wooden club raised overhead.
Socrates immediately threw Malena aside, causing her body to slam against the wall before he stood up and punched forward at the same moment...
BOOM!
His fist smashed directly into the giant wooden club wrapped with metal spikes, destroying both the spikes and the wooden club instantly, shocking Fatso completely...
Before Fatso could even react further, Socrates launched another punch directly into the protruding stomach...
Boom!
Fatso's entire body was blasted backward violently, smashing through multiple walls before landing several meters away amidst debris and dust...
Socrates immediately turned his gaze toward the motionless Malena before rushing after Fatso...
"Kamira... I hope you're safe..."