Chapter 132: Please Don't Kill Me
The door swung open.
A figure moved swiftly, and with a splash, the woman in the bathtub stood up in an instant, grabbing a short blade and thrusting it forward.
Bagdong twisted his hands, easily catching the blade and wrenching it from her grip.
He stepped forward, pressing the blade against her pale neck.
The cold sting made the woman standing in the tub tense up, her body frozen, not daring to move.
She never expected someone to break into her bathroom.
Her mind raced as she tried to figure out the intruders' identities and intentions.
But when she saw the young man with black hair and black eyes, dressed in Guild leather armor, walking in.
She already knew who they were.
Her heart sank.
She realized she might not survive today.
......
Wu Heng openly examined her body without restraint.
Her smooth skin glistened with water, her figure full and rounded, indeed a rare beauty.
"Madam, home alone?" Wu Heng asked directly.
"Sir, I believe there has been a misunderstanding between us. If we have offended you in any way, I apologize and will offer you a satisfactory compensation," the woman said softly.
Wu Heng chuckled, "You don't know me? Then how did your people find my house last night? Those men admitted they were from your Spikes Gang."
The woman's expression grew uglier, "This must be…"
Seeing that she was about to argue further, Wu Heng was too impatient to bother.
He gave Bagdong a look.
The short blade against her neck pressed harder, the sharp edge cutting into her skin.
Feeling the cold sting and pain on her neck, the woman's face filled with terror. She quickly said, "It was Fisher…"
Wu Heng raised his hand, signaling Bagdong to stop applying pressure.
Thin streams of blood trickled from her neck, staining the skin on her chest.
The woman's face was pale with fear. Without screaming or crying for help, she spoke even faster, "Fisher paid Roch 500 silver coins as a deposit to kill you. After your death, he was going to pay the rest. I'm also a Guild member. I belong to the Whisperers. We're on the same side. I wouldn't harm you…"
As she spoke, her face grew even paler.
Wu Heng had intended to kill her and question the corpse.
But she wasn't as tough as he expected, spilling everything right away.
She was smart, knowing exactly what concerned him most with her first sentence.
Only a few people in the Guild knew about his conflict with Squad Eight's Captain Fisher, and the chances of that information reaching a gang were slim.
With the connection to last night's assassination attempt, it was likely true.
The mastermind was Fisher. Surprising, yet it made sense.
He had suspected it might be revenge from accomplices of the wanted criminals he had captured.
As for Fisher, he had considered it, but it never seemed like their issues had escalated to the point of life and death.
It seemed Fisher harbored quite a bit of hatred toward him.
The woman cautiously glanced at him, continuing, "This has nothing to do with me. I had no reason to harm you."
Wu Heng said coldly, "Compared to your words, I trust dead people more."
The woman's face turned even paler. She quickly said, "I advised Roch not to get involved with Guild affairs, but he didn't listen to me. I had no part in this. Sir, you're an external enforcer, and I'm a Whisperer. I have a lot of influence in the Spikes Gang and can gather useful intelligence for you. You've just arrived in Rentam City, and you'll need people to handle things. I can do that for you. Please, sir, I'm useful to you. Don't kill me…"
She spoke rapidly, but her thoughts were clear.
Wu Heng looked her up and down, admittedly feeling tempted.
This woman was smart, saying exactly what needed to be said.
Roch had to die, there was no doubt about that.
But after Roch's death, having the Spikes Gang to gather intelligence and handle matters he couldn't would indeed be useful.
Establishing a gang loyal to him was necessary.
"You want to live?"
"I do!"
Wu Heng casually took a scroll from his space ring.
[Slave Contract Scroll]
(Description: A magic scroll inscribed with a slave contract, forming a master-servant relationship between the caster and the contracted individual. Once the contract takes effect, the contracted person cannot form any thoughts of harming their master.)
"You may have what I need, but you're not someone I can trust. I need you to sign a slave contract, and that's your only chance to live."
The slave contract was something he had obtained while killing orcs at the abandoned manor, and he had three in total.
He had thought it would be useless.
After all, his skeletons were completely loyal.
But now, it seemed this was quite useful, maybe even more so than some magic items or artifacts.
The woman held her neck, blood still seeping through her fingers, and gritted her teeth, "I'm willing. I'll obey you."
Wu Heng opened the scroll and dabbed it with her blood, "Don't resist, or I'll kill you."
The scroll absorbed the blood, drawing a sliver of Wu Heng's spirit power, which entered the woman's forehead, branding her soul.
A mark appeared on her brow, then quickly faded.
The contract was complete.
The woman, now even more weakened, swayed unsteadily.
Wu Heng put away the scroll and said, "Stop the bleeding."
The woman stepped out of the tub, grabbed a bottle of medicinal powder, and applied it to her wound.
The powder covered the cut, slowly stopping the bleeding.
She also downed a potion, her complexion slightly improving.
The tub still steamed.
Flower petals floated on the surface, releasing a faint fragrance.
The woman stood cautiously by the side, her gaze now filled with reverence. Softly, she said, "Sir… no, Master, may I put on some clothes?"
Her voice was meek.
"Go ahead," Wu Heng said.
Bagdong sheathed the short blade and returned to his side.
The woman turned, bent over to wash the blood from her body, then put on a robe and stepped out.
Wu Heng sat on the bed as the woman knelt on the floor beside him, her expression humble.
"Where is Roch?" Wu Heng asked again.
"Roch escaped. As soon as the city gates opened this morning, he fled outside. If there's any sign of danger, he'll leave immediately," the woman answered.
"He didn't take you with him?"
"No, he wasn't sure if you had traced things back here. The other gang members don't know what's going on either. I stayed to keep things under control. If it seemed safe, he'd return and continue running the Spikes Gang."
"He's ruthless, abandoning such a beautiful woman so easily."
The woman cautiously glanced up, softly saying, "Roch was injured years ago. We haven't lived together for a long time. At most, he just touches me randomly."
That matched what he had overheard in the tavern.
Roch had suffered an injury that couldn't be healed, even with the potions of this world.
But the way she and others emphasized it seemed to imply something more.
"I'm going to kill him. What are your thoughts?" Wu Heng asked her.
"I'll follow whatever you decide. We don't have much affection for each other, and we're both capable of abandoning one another."
"Good. I want to kill him as soon as possible. Do you have any ideas?"
"I don't know where he's hiding, but he'll return within three days if he's sure it's safe. When he does, I'll inform you."
Wu Heng was satisfied with her response.
From start to finish, she seemed obedient and compliant.
"What's your name?"
"Wen Mansa."
"Sit next to me. No need to kneel on the floor." Wu Heng continued.
Wen Mansa cautiously stood up and sat properly by his side.
After a moment's thought, she knelt again beside him and began massaging his legs gently.
Her loose robe revealed her fair skin, and beneath the hem, her rounded thighs.
Moments ago, he had only been focused on getting answers.
Now, with his mind clear and having learned what he wanted to know.
He looked again at the 'Spikes Gang's Sister-in-law,' and indeed, she was just as beautiful as the rumors in the tavern had suggested.
Her skin was soft and fair, mature and alluring.
Sensing his gaze, Wen Mansa seemed confident in her figure.
She leaned forward slightly, letting her chest rest against his legs.
Wu Heng reached into her robe, giving a couple of squeezes, then pulled her onto his lap and continued, "Tell me about 'Fisher.' Why did he come to you?"
"Master, there are still people here!" Wen Mansa playfully whined, pushing her body up a little, and continued, "I wasn't present at the time, but after Roch came back, he mentioned it to me. I don't know the full details."
Wu Heng pressed on, "What's your plan now? You failed the assassination, and that's it?"
"Roch only had a few tricks up his sleeve. The men sent to kill you last night didn't return, and it scared him into fleeing the city. He didn't make any further arrangements. Even if you don't pursue him, he probably won't dare to take this job again. It depends on what 'Fisher' does next."