Amon walked out of of the suite and spread his silk in every direction as he walked, only to stop midway and look at the corner of the corridor that was right beside the elevator.
He gave the corner a slight nod and smiled before entering the elevator. Soon, he strolled into an empty alleyway and stopped before turning around to see Mona.
"I need some help." he said as he took out a cigarette and lit it.
"There's not much I can help with if you're talking about the auction." the woman said as she walked towards him.
Shaking his head, he smiled, "Nope, I'll take care of that on my own. Red baron gang has their own dress code right? I want to look like one of you guys."
"Oh that's simple." she said as she took out a set of clothes from her spatial ring, "Here."
It was just a bright red knee length cargo shorts with large pockets. It also had a nice red leather belt already inserted in it.
"Thanks." Amon said as he took off his pants right in front of her and put the shorts on, not caring about getting judged.
[Ding! You have received 4 Mind Points!]
'Oh my, that bulge.... Mikayla should break up with him…' she thought as she looked up to watch him stretch his back with the cigarette still in his mouth.
"Why do you smoke?" she suddenly asked and Amon shrugged, "It keeps me calm and allows me to think straight. As an awakened, I don't have to worry about my lungs so…."
Mona nodded slowly as she slightly squinted her eyes, "Okay I understand but what's your plan?"
"Life without a little bit of chaos is boring don't you think? I'll see you later but feel free to follow me. Having you right beside me will have better effects." he said as he winked at her but the women turned invisible instead.
"Tch." he clicked his tongue before walking out the alleyway. He wanted her to be visible for his plans to work better.
As he walked along the streets, he spoke softly "Do you know where I can find the Gobaras?"
He felt a hand grab his own before pulling him in a certain direction. After some turns and a lot of walking, he arrived in front of a hotel that looked premium, just like the Golden Palace.
'Hmm… now that I've come here without any plan… what the fuck should I even do.' he thought as he stood opposite to the Hotel and silently stared at it while covering his face with a handkerchief.
Inside the hotel basement, a bald man ran towards a table and stood in front of a young man. He wore a nice suit and sat between two women who wore skimpy dresses.
"Young master, there's a Red Baron member staring at our hotel for the past hour. It looks like he talking to someone but there's no one near him. Should we send him off?"
"Bastard! Didn't I tell you to bring me Letty?" he roared in response as he got up from his seat, "Why are you looking at a useless Red bastard?"
"Yulan." Another man sitting to the left said as he took a sip of his whisky, "Sit."
Yulan grit his teeth and kicked the table in front of him before barging out, "Fuck you and your orders, old man. I'm better than you!"
The man with a moustache didn't show any expression as he looked at his gang member, "There was no one near him… It must be Miss Night. If she's here, then this might be some important mission. Let's just wait and watch for now."
As he watched his man walk towards the exit, he frowned slightly and spoke, "Do not follow them if they leave."
"Yes boss."
Yulan walked out with arrogance but it soon disappeared as he went to the parking lot and grabbed his 500cc motorbike. Just as he put his key inside, he saw a suspicious man with red cargo shorts walk towards him.
***
"Why are you just standing here without doing anything?" a voice entered Amon's ears as he silently stared at the hotel.
He shrugged, "I don't know what to do so I'm just thinking. You're also not helping so…"
Just then, the two of them saw Yulan walk out of the hotel and move towards the parking lot.
"That's Yulan. He's Babra's only son. He likes to act tough but he's one of the most cowardly people I've seen. He is addicted to sex and likes virgins for some twisted reason. If a girl defies him too much, she's as good as dead. He can't fight and but he's a C rank tank."
Amon smiled as he walked towards Yulan without any hesitation, "So you finally decided to open your mouth. Since he likes virgins so much… I have a gut feeling that he could be the one behind Letty's dad's debt."
"Could be since he's the one in charge of the underground gambling rings and the banking business." she whispered into his ears before blowing gently into it.
"Woman, if you do that… I'll get hard and that guy will think I'm here to tear his ass apart." he complained as he grabbed the air beside him, expecting an arm but got something else instead.
With a stoic face, he squeezed twice before he felt his hand get slapped away.
'Soft…' he mused as he entered the parking lot and stopped talking to the invisible woman.
His silk strands extended towards Yulan while he looked around to see that there weren't any sort of bodyguards around this man.
"That's a nice bike you've got there." Amon said as he took out a box from his pocket, opened the lid and clicked his tongue.
"Damn, empty." he cursed before looking up at Yulan angrily, "Bastard, you got a smoke?" he asked as he got to his face while acting like a proper delinquent.
"Y… yes! Here." the guy stammered as he took out a nice black box and handed it over to Amon, who squinted his eyes and grumbled, "These are laced with some suspicious stuff aren't they? Eh, motherfucker?"
Even as he said that, he took the box from Yulan shamelessly before putting it in his pocket.
Yulan suddenly stared in horror at the screen in front of him. His HP slowly drained and he couldn't tell how.