Chapter 208 It Begins
Outside the five-star Wavehaven Hotel, the azure swimming pool shimmered under the night sky, radiating a seductive allure. Lounging on an inflatable mattress, a blonde man with two bikini-clad women, took a swig of champagne.
“So, sweetheart, tell me... Are you seeing anyone special?” he drawled, his voice thick with innuendo.
The girl giggled, playfully swatting his arm. “You’re terrible!”
“Come now,” he chuckled, “I’m a man of means. Spend a couple of days with me, and you’ll be swimming in cash.”
Her eyes sparkled. “Maybe tonight, handsome. Just for you.”
His smile turned predatory. “Tonight, you say?” He downed the rest of his champagne. “See, tonight I have… pests to exterminate. A little mouse needs dealing with.” His voice dropped to a chilling whisper. “But don’t you worry, sweetheart. I’ll be back after midnight for some real fun.”
The other woman traced a finger down his chest, her voice husky. “You’re so strong. Are you… powerful?”
He threw back his head and roared with laughter. “Powerful? Darling, I’m practically a god among men!” With a display of brute strength, he hoisted each woman into the air with one hand, then tossed them into the pool with a mighty splash.
They resurfaced, laughing with their wet hair plastered to their faces. “More! Again!”
His eyes gleamed with lust. “Fine, you win. I can’t resist any longer. Let’s get this party started!”
But before he could make a move, a faint whistling sliced through the air. The man looked up, momentarily dazed.
’Was that… someone flying?‘
From the towering skyscraper next door, a figure in white launched himself into the air, soaring over the pool. His right eye blazed with an eerie purple light, leaving a streak of luminescence against the dark sky. He dropped down, resembling a human meteor hurtling toward the earth.
The impact was deafening. The blonde man never even saw it coming. The force of the blow was like a bomb detonating, sending a shockwave through the water. The pool’s surface rippled violently, the water level dropping drastically as if swallowed by the earth itself.
For a split second, a curtain of water hung suspended in mid-air before crashing back down with a resounding boom. The pool was now half empty, the blonde man lying face down on the surface. His limbs were splayed, his body swaying gently with the receding waves, unmoving.
Seconds later, blood bloomed around him, spreading through the water like art.
The women's bloodcurdling screams shattered the night.
Later on, the figure in white simply vanished.
Three seconds; that was all it took to eradicated the Five of Diamonds.
Across Wavehaven, Quentin sprinted through the labyrinthine alleyways, his metal bat a menacing presence on his shoulder. He moved with grace, his eyes fixed on his target.
300 meters.
He glanced at the high-tech device strapped to his wrist. The red dot representing his target had vanished seconds ago.
"Damn, Paul Three's fast!" he pushed himself harder and panted, aadrenaline coursing through his veins. He couldn’t afford to be shown up.
He burst into a deserted parking lot. Inside a sleek black sedan, a lone figure sat smoking, oblivious to the danger approaching. Another Card Club assassin, waiting for the kill order.
Quentin leaped, his bat whistling through the air. “Home run!”
It landed on the car roof with a sickening crunch, crumpling the vehicle like a discarded soda can. The assassin inside never even had time to react. One moment he was lost in thought, the next he was mangled flesh and bone.
The Three of Spades, eliminated.
Elbert, however, was on another level entirely. With three kilometers covered in minutes, he ended three assassins with brutal efficiency using a single, devastating punch on each. He was a blur of motion, like a a phantom reaping lives.
He scaled the second tallest building in Wavehaven with effortless grace. It was Witness's headquarters, directly across from Creator's headquarters.
On the rooftop, a lone figure peered through a pair of high-powered binoculars, his gaze fixed on the building opposite. This was his target; Paul Three, the enigmatic head of Creator. The assassin was thorough, a professional. He wanted to know his enemy, to anticipate his every move.
However, he hadn’t anticipated Elbert.
The 89th floor of the Creator headquarters blazed with light. It bustled with activity from employees burning the midnight oil. Alvin, nursing a cup of coffee, stood by the window, enjoying the panoramic view of the city.
A sudden shiver ran down his spine. Through the glass, he saw him; a man in black, lurking on the rooftop opposite. Behind the man was a familiar figure in a white shirt his right eye glowing with an unnatural purple light.
'Elbert? What's he doing here? And who's that man in black?' he felt puzzled.
Suddenly, the situation escalated. The man in black spun around, a gun appearing in his hand as if by magic. A shot rang out.
Elbert dodged the bullet with millimeters to spare.
Alvin’s heart raced. Elbert was an enigma, a walking paradox. His efficiency in killing the assassin during the live stream had sent chills down Alvin’s spine. And yet, here he was, facing off against another armed opponent.
Strangely, Alvin felt no fear;only inevitability. He knew, with absolute certainty, that Elbert would prevail.
But there was a problem. The gunshot had drawn the attention of several employees working late. They turned toward the window, their curiosity piqued.
This was bad. They couldn’t know about Paul Three’s… extracurricular activities. Alvin had no idea what other secrets Elbert held, but he knew he had to protect him.
Thinking fast, he yelled, “Everyone, gather around! I have an announcement!”
The employees, startled, turned away from the window in confusion.
“Well…” Alvin stalled, racking his brain. What could he possibly say?
Another gunshot rang.
The employees, their curiosity now morphing into concern, started to turn back toward the window.
Alvin’s mind raced. He had to distract them, and fast.
“I’m going to dance for you!” he blurted out.
The employees stared at him as if he’d grown a second head.
“Yes, you heard right! It’s a long night, so let’s have some fun!” He began unbuttoning his shirt, stealing another glance at the building opposite.
'Elbert, for God’s sake, hurry up!' Alvin yelled in his mind.
Finally, it was over. Elbert delivered a final blow, sending the assassin crashing into a wall. Then, as quickly as he had appeared, he vanished.
The Jack of Clubs, down.
Alvin let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.
“Come on, Boss Alvin, we’re waiting!” The employees were practically bouncing on their toes, eager for the impromptu performance.
Alvin quickly buttoned his shirt, his face flushed. “Don’t be ridiculous. Get lost. Everything just now was an illusion!” he mumbled, hastily retreating.
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