Chapter 354: Devil in the Basement

"So I’m guessing you’re a big deal around here?" Yohan leaned closer, his arm still draped over the man’s shoulder.

"Not since what you did to me," he said, exhaling like he had already given up on life.

"Don’t worry. I’m going to do it to everyone who’s been looking down on you." Yohan gave him an encouraging fist bump on the shoulder.

"I-Is that why you’re here?" he asked, a bit too eagerly. The dread in his voice had been replaced by something else.

Yohan had only said it as a joke. He hadn’t expected such a reaction.

"Why not? We’re basically buddies at this point. As long as you have changed your ways..."

"I have... I promise..." He said desperately.

"As my friend I can count on your assistance, right?"

"Y-Yeah..." he chuckled anxiously.

"In that case, I need your help with something..."

Simon led him to the room at the end of the hallway, where a group of people sat around a table while a dealer passed out cards.

This was the no-limit table where players could stake as high as they wanted instead of following the regulated cap for legal gambling. He was supposed to find her here but she wasn’t present.

So Simon took him to another room. This time he knocked.

"Hey, boss. There’s someone here to see you..."

"Wait out there," a loud, rigid voice answered from the other side.

A woman’s voice could be heard as well, so Yohan figured the two were having a good time.

Simon looked pissed by the response. He clenched his fist and scowled.

"Fucking asshole... If I hadn’t gone to the main house, everything in this place would’ve been mine," he murmured before turning to Yohan.

He tried to hide his anger behind a forced smile. "Maybe we should give him a minute..."

Yohan pretended not to notice, but he understood Simon’s bitterness. He had probably been number two in Hatoru’s gang, only to lose his position overnight after Hatoru’s death.

’I almost feel bad for the guy...’ he thought with a chuckle as he stepped forward.

"Don’t worry, I’ll take it from here."

Yohan gripped the door handle and ripped it clean off. The door swung open on its own.

He stepped in confidently, only to find the woman he’d been searching for on the couch, her breasts hanging out of her bra and a short, muscular bald man on top of her.

Jennifer looked completely disgusted. Both her hands were pinned above her head by one of the man’s hands, leaving her unable to break free as he squeezed and sucked her breasts.

Still, she wasn’t screaming, and she had come to this place of her own free will, so Yohan was certain there was more to this story.

"What is it?" the stout man asked, annoyance written all over his face as he turned his head. "Who the hell are you?"

Jennifer opened her eyes and saw Yohan standing in the doorway. She didn’t know what to say or how to meet his gaze.

"Are you the one they call Glass-eye?" Yohan asked.

As he spoke, he noticed that one of the man’s eyes were indeed off-center and soulless.

"Who’s asking?" The man climbed off the woman and turned to face him fully. Jennifer quickly covered herself.

Simon burst in right after, screaming. "This is the guy I told you about! Be careful of him!"

He rushed behind Glass-eye and pointed at Yohan like he was a dangerous villain.

"Call all your men here now! Have them bring all their weapons! Call the police even..."

"Calm your ass down," Glass-eye said, shoving him away. Simon stumbled and crashed to the floor. "You mean this is the guy who killed Hatoru?"

Simon got up slowly, careful to keep his distance this time. "Yes, I’m telling you! He did this to my face."

The bald man’s brows pressed together as he scanned Yohan from head to toe.

"But he’s just a kid," he scoffed.

"He’s not just a kid, I swear! He’s the devil himself!"

"Ouch." Yohan clutched his side playfully. "Simon, I thought we were just starting to be friends. How can you say that when I’m standing right here?"

"I-I’m sorry..." The words left Simon’s mouth before he knew it.

Glass-eye shook his head with a chuckle. "I always knew you were a certified bitch, Simon, but today I see you’re not even worthy of my insults."

He turned back to the woman. "Sorry, missy. I have to take care of this quickly." He spanked her breast, forcing a scream out of her, then grabbed the walkie-talkie from the table.

"All of you, get down to the basement. It seems we have an unwanted guest."

He made it sound terrifying, an open threat meant to make Yohan imagine what would happen when they arrived.

But Yohan remained unfazed. He didn’t even bother to turn around when the first group arrived behind him.

"You know, I actually didn’t come here to make trouble," Yohan said calmly.

"No need to back out now that you’re scared. With the security in this place, there’s no way you’re making it out alive."

"I wouldn’t be so sure..." The calmness in his voice was more unsettling than any of them could have imagined.

Glass-eye still wore a wide grin. "Boys, fuck this asshole up."

The men charged in all at once, each armed with a blade or some equally dangerous weapon.

Before ten seconds had passed, it was over.

More than ten of them lay sprawled across the floor, limp as if lifeless, though none of them were dead. Yohan had put them into an instant sleep with his Trigger Point technique. One tap to the neck was all it took.

His speed was so overwhelming that Glass-eye couldn’t even catch his breath afterward. He just stared, mouth hanging half open.

Simon had collapsed with wide eyes, and Jennifer clasped a hand over her mouth in an endless gasp. Neither could have imagined something like this was possible, and Yohan had done it without breaking a sweat.

"Like I said, I didn’t come to make trouble," he said, "but I don’t mind going at it if that’s what you’d prefer."