"Ahm~ honey! It's so gooood! Uhm… Harder... Uhm… Ahh!"
Sitting silently at the classic restaurant/bar that he frequently visits, Tyler sat in the corner while treating himself to a late evening meal.
The cool evening breeze that blew through the open window gave a nice view to the bustling city outside the establishment. When coupled with the late evening meal, it gave a sense of serenity rarely enjoyed.
Of course, it would be considered such if the loud sounds of moaning weren't taken into consideration.
Fortunately, Tyler had two ear buds on, which effectively limited the sounds to his ears only.
Usually, Tyler wouldn't be out at this time of the evening, as it was already past 9pm. However, certain situations caused him to voluntarily leave his abode to come out for an evening meal.
Yet despite being here for more than 30 minutes already, his favorite plate of Mexican chicken wings which would often be ravished in less than 60 seconds remained untouched.
His conspicuousness was quickly noticed by the newbie waiter who had only registered newly here about 3 days ago, causing the latter to frown but still not take much heed to his actions.
With a glass of whiskey in one hand and an iPhone in the other, Tyler's attention remained on the video that played on his device, with a few occasional sips of the whiskey in his left hand.
His expression in the past ten minutes had undergone various changes. Initially, he was shocked, but there was no disbelief, Angry, felt slightly aggrieved and now his face held nothing but frightening calmness.
"Babe..... Um..... Are you, are you sure he won't come back soon? I don't want us to be caught…."
The female voiced out her concerns with a lustful expression on her face.
"Hehe…. You scared babe? Oh… Don't worry about it. I sent some goons to keep an eye on him. If he decides on coming back…. I will get a call from them immediately".
The male said, as he continued pounding with vigorous force.
On this day, Tyler Hale watched the live video straight from his bedroom as he officially turned into a cuckold.
The woman in the video was none other than his girlfriend and fiancée, Emily Richardson.
While the male was the second son of Exco group's leading figure, Quinn Conner.
"So that's who those freaks were!"
Tyler suddenly had an enlightened expression, as if he had solved a jigsaw puzzle. He tilted his head slightly to look outside the window.
Sure enough, in the busy crowd of humans, four people stood out inconspicuously in his line of sight. They had been trying to blend in with the crowd ever since he got here, for the past thirty minutes.
Whether they were doing an impressive job on the subject..... Only Allah could answer.
His eyes dimmed slightly as he went back to the video on his phone.
Showing no emotion that a lover would have when discovering such a situation, he gently tapped on the record button that could be seen at the bottom of the phone screen.
Yet if one were to pay proper attention to the whiskey glass, they would find that small cracks had appeared in varying places.
Tyler finally glanced at the chicken wings that had gone cold twenty minutes ago and began to eat with liveliness.
"Oh chicken wings..... You will always be my one true love…."
He said slightly as he continued to eat while watching the video as if it were a movie.
After 5 minutes
He finally finished his meal and turned it off.
"Since I have nothing better to do anyway, how about we kill the Connors, huh?"
Muttering softly, he stroked his sleeves that covered his arms near his wrist.
A slight 'clang' sound rang out from under his sleeves, as if responding to his words with a gentle 'hum'.
A small smile appeared on his face before being replaced with indifference.
He dropped twenty dollars on the table before quickly walking out with both of his arms in his pockets.
Tyler walked out of the bar and soaked in the evening charm of the city. The bright lights, the fancy cars, the hustle, and bustle…. Everything was truly strange.
Despite all the noise, the combination of all these factors gave him a certain feeling inside his soul.
"I think master oogway referred to this as..... Inner peace".
He said with no expression as he continued his walk towards the inner district from the lower area.
Four shadows also made their way through the crowd of pedestrians, staying hot on his tail.
After walking for a while, he suddenly made a sharp turn to an alleyway. His unexpected movement surprised the four, who hastened their footsteps ad followed him.
The darkness was much more intense in the alley as the figure of four men were shown.
"Darn it, we lost him!"
One of the four scowled slightly. The others also had gloomy expressions as they surveyed the area, and not a trace of their target was in sight.
"How can a 21-year-old brat actually evade the detection of us brothers? Did he notice us beforehand?"
"If we move faster, we might catch up to him…"
"Who gives a fuck? I'm calling the boss to let him know we lost track. It's better to alert him before the situation becomes more unfavorable".
The group of four argued with each other, throwing the blame around.
Dennis. O. Conner, their employer, had spelled it clearly to keep an eye on him.
"Under no circumstances should he be allowed back to the Richardson Villa before I say so".
Their job was to keep this brat away by any means necessary. Their employer also said that beating him up to a pulp was a highly welcome option.
If they messed this up, not only would their pay be decreased drastically, just being on the bad side of the Conner family was something they would rather not experience.
"Four, huh? Guess I'm right again..... As always". The sound of a young man drifted into their ears, causing the four well-built men to stiffen.
The voice didn't sound corporeal and felt like it was coming from all directions.
With wary expressions, they all had their guards up as one skinnier fellow among them put down his phone that was about to dial his employer's number.
A shadow at the edge of the alley distorted slightly as a young man dressed in combat shorts and a Versace hoodie stepped out of the darkness.
Seeing the young man appear, the thugs breathed out a sigh of relief as if they had just dodged a bullet.
One wiped the cold sweat on his forehead before proceeding to glare at the young man who just arrived.
"Kid! You got some spunk to scare this daddy of yours. And here I thought you had already esca..."
"5"
"Huh? What are you…"
"4"
"3"
"2"
"And right about…. Now".
The burly fellow tried to speak but was interrupted. At that moment, the sound of Tyler's phone ringing could be heard.
"Tyler Hale here…. What's the word"?
Tyler picked up his phone and answered with a nonchalant expression on his face, while directly ignoring the thugs present as if they never existed.
Seeing this, the thugs were infuriated, but before they could get a word in, another voice sounded from the phone.
"Congratulations, Young master Hale for completing your mortal life experience training. I am calling you to report that all rules imposed due to the training period are considered ineffective as long as your actions don't cause a rank 3 class event or break the origin rules".
"Understood". Tyler nodded.
He put his phone away and turned his attention back to the thugs who were fuming with rage.
"Since I am going to kill the Richardson's then wipe out the Conner's, I guess you guys will do for an opener".
His words were firm yet calm, but it set off a wave of dumbfounded expressions.
"What... Pftt…. Hahaha".
The first burly man went from dumbfounded to shocked to hysterical in a span of 2.8 seconds.
"Haha! Kid, are you delusional? You fucking piece of trash! Instead of running, you are walking over here while spouting such nonsense. Let this brother teach you a lesson".
As he said that, the first fellow stretched his hand forward and walk
Since this dumb kid was delivering himself, might as well vent out his previous anger.
Both walked towards each other, while the other men didn't move. Their Info on him gave an assessment of this kid's abilities.
He wouldn't last long again the first guy, much less all of them at once. Might as well just stand back and watch the show.
The burly man dashed forwards and threw a punch at the walking Tyler. Since their employer didn't want this kid anywhere near his destination, then why not send him to stay at the hospital overnight?
In a second, the punch was only a few inches away from Tyler.
The latter's expression remained unchanged as his body swayed slightly. a single centimeter dodged the ferocious punch.
Following which, Tyler slapped his arm forward with a lightning reflexes. His palm accurately landed on the thug's left neck area.
'CRACK'
The sound of bones shifting unnaturally could be heard as Tyler simply sidestepped after his action.
His movements hadn't paused in the slightest as he approached the other goons while ignoring the one behind him, who fell to the ground with a thud.
His life and death could be guessed from that.
"It's been 3 years. When was the last time I actually killed someone?'