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Four Days Ago...
In the Imperial Capital, specifically in the nightlife district, a new nightclub had just opened. Despite being open for only a few days, the place was already bustling and popular among sleazy men.
This was due to the unique style and atmosphere that set the nightclub apart from other establishments in the entertainment district. The waitresses looked beautiful, fresh, and clean. Their outfits were quite unique, featuring accessories like Beastman ears and tails, which created a new fetish for the sleazy patrons.
"Rihanna, you're even more beautiful than usual tonight, darling," said a drunken man, attempting to flirt with one of the club's waitresses.
"Hahaha... You're flattering me, Mr. Dudley," replied the waitress with an awkward laugh, visibly uncomfortable as the man moved closer.
"Rihanna… You're so captivating... I... I..." The man grabbed Rihanna's chin, trying to pull her in for a kiss, but she turned her face away in discomfort.
"Arghhh!" The man suddenly screamed in pain.
A large, crew-cut man appeared, gripping the man's hand, which had been holding Rihanna's chin.
"Which will it be? Do you want just your hand broken or your whole body tonight?" asked Karl Johnson, or as he was better known—KJ.
"Huh? Don't mess with me! Don't you know I'm the son of—Arghhh!"
Before the man could finish his sentence, KJ tightened his grip on the man's wrist, causing him to scream in pain and release his hold on Rihanna.
"Are you okay?" KJ asked Rihanna.
"Y-yes, thank you, Mr. KJ," replied Rihanna, still visibly shaken.
"KJ is fine, no need for formalities," KJ said, not used to being addressed so formally. "Get back to work; I'll handle things here."
Rihanna nodded and resumed serving the other guests.
"You... you dare mess with me? I'm Dudley the Handsome from the Vetucini family!" the man exclaimed, clutching his injured hand in pain. "Bodyguards! Attack that bald man!"
Four men stood up from their seats and approached KJ, but the crew-cut man remained calm, showing no signs of intimidation.
"Oraaa!"
One of the men threw a right hook, but KJ caught his arm and squeezed it, just as he had done to Dudley.
"Aghhh! Let go! Guys, attack him!" the man shouted.
Another man stepped forward, trying to stab KJ with a knife, but KJ swiftly kicked his wrist, causing the knife to fly out of his hand.
KJ then threw the man he had been gripping into the one with the knife, sending both of them crashing to the ground.
"Damn you!"
The remaining two men rushed at KJ, throwing punches. KJ took a stance and quickly charged toward them.
"Double Lariat!"
KJ's arms smashed into the necks of both men, sending them flying into the club's wall.
After taking down all four of Dudley's bodyguards, KJ walked toward Dudley.
"W-wait! My papa will give me more money if you agree to be my new bodyguard!" Dudley stammered, backing away in fear.
Thud!
Dudley tripped and fell, one of the other patrons intentionally tripping him as he backed away.
Bam!
KJ stomped his foot between Dudley's legs, nearly crushing his future family jewels.
A dark stain spread across Dudley's pants as fear overwhelmed him. The sight of KJ had caused him to wet himself.
"Hey, Dudley darling, weren't you the brave guy who often defeated monsters? Why are you wetting yourself just because KJ is looking at you?" teased one of the club's waitresses.
Upon hearing this, the entire crowd burst into laughter. Dudley's confidence was utterly shattered by the humiliating event.
"Hahaha! How embarrassing!"
"A grown man, still wetting himself!"
Dudley stood up and ran out of the club. "You'll all pay for this! I'll tell my papa!"
After Dudley left, the atmosphere in the club returned to normal. The patrons resumed chatting, laughing, and enjoying the music and drinks.
"Hey, KJ, why did you let him go? He'll definitely cause trouble here again one day," said one of his subordinates.
"We don't want this situation to escalate, Zed," KJ replied in his usual flat tone. "Besides, his family's status is nothing compared to our boss's, you know."
KJ was right. With Raul's background as the heir to a Duke, very few people dared to mess with his business in the Aragon Empire.
"Speaking of the boss, we received a letter from him about a mission."
Suddenly, a sexy woman wearing glasses approached KJ and his subordinates.
"Madam Khalissa, are there any orders from the boss?" KJ asked, looking curious.
"Well... It's about Count Juan de Murcia..."
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Two Days Ago...
At night, KJ, along with his three subordinates, Big, Black, and Fork, had arrived in Murcia City to investigate Count Juan's relationship with the candidates for the next Emperor.
"The boss has instructed us to gather information about Count Juan's activities over the past four days," KJ said, giving directions to his subordinates. "Earlier, the overseers from the Minister of Trade came here to investigate the smuggling of Bagermith stones, which was orchestrated by Count Juan."
Before heading off to take part in the first trial, Raul and Elena had negotiated with Count Juan regarding the smuggling case. Raul planned to crush Count Juan if he was found to have ties with the other candidate factions.
"According to the information we gathered yesterday, Bishop Guiter has details about an envoy from one of the factions, who is helping Count Juan in dealing with the overseers," said Black, who had arrived here a day earlier than the others.
"So it's confirmed that Count Juan is of no use to our boss in the upcoming election?" KJ asked.
"That's correct, but we still don't know which faction is supporting the Count," said Big. "I suggest we gather more information from Bishop Guiter to identify the faction and then intercept their envoy."
The four of them nodded in agreement with Big's suggestion.
"Huh? Why are you all looking at me like that?" Fork asked, confused by his colleagues' knowing glances.
"Well... Fork," KJ said seriously, "rumor has it that Bishop Guiter has a fondness for young, fair-skinned men like you."
Upon hearing this, Fork began to sweat.
"Yes, his preferences lean that way," Black added, confirming KJ's words.
"No, no, no! This isn't part of my job description!" Fork protested.
KJ approached him with a serious expression. "You have two choices now. Either get the information from him or prepare to live the rest of your life as a eunuch, as per your contract, Fork."
Hearing KJ mention his contract with Raul's organization, Fork knew he had no choice. Fork had agreed to work for Raul in exchange for his sick sister's treatment.
After his sister was cured, Raul made it clear that he would castrate any intelligence unit members who rebelled or betrayed him.
"Fine, I'll do it."
After they agreed, KJ and the others escorted Fork to a brothel that Bishop Guiter frequently visited in secret.
"I've spoken to and bribed the madam there," KJ said. "Your job is to serve drinks and talk to Mr. G about the envoy. Rumor has it that the bishop gets very loose-lipped when he's drunk."
Understanding KJ's instructions, Fork nodded, although he was clearly nervous about the mission.
Fork entered the brothel and was greeted by a woman in her 40s, still quite attractive despite her age.
"Oh, this is the young man that muscular fellow mentioned earlier?" the madam asked, referring to KJ.
"Y-yes, I was sent by KJ to serve Mr. G," Fork replied, using the code name for Bishop Guiter.
"Alright, follow me. Mr. G has been waiting in his room."
Fork followed the madam to the basement of the brothel, a secret room for clients who wanted their visits kept confidential.
"We're here. Enter the room; Mr. G arrived about ten minutes ago," the madam said, leaving Fork alone.
Fork stood in front of the door, taking a deep breath before exhaling slowly.
This is for your sister, Fork... Stay strong...
Knock, knock, knock!
Fork knocked on the door but received no response. He knocked again, but still nothing.
Fork tried the handle and peeked into the room. He heard snoring, indicating that the bishop was already asleep.
"What's going on here?" Fork said as he fully opened the door.
Inside, he saw a fat man, resembling a pig, passed out in a chair, holding a drink.
Fork entered the room and shut the door behind him. He approached the sleeping pig of a man.
"How am I supposed to complete my task if my target is unconscious!" Fork muttered in frustration.
Bam!
"Wake up, you stupid pig!" Fork shouted, kicking the bishop's belly.
But even after several kicks, the bishop remained asleep, snoring even louder.
"Hah... The good news is that my purity won't be taken by an ugly bastard, but the bad news is my balls might be if I can't finish this mission!"
Fork started looking for clues in the Bishop's clothes and belongings. He found a pair of handcuffs, a whip and a dildo.
Holy Shit!
Actually, what kind of hobbies does this rotten pig have? I need to find a clue and get out of here immediately, I have a bad feeling about serving a depraved man like him!
Fork then found a piece of paper that contained information about the messenger KJ was talking about.
"Hmm... Tomorrow night is a boat, right? They also made up a code so it wouldn't be easy to recognize," Fork muttered.
Spies usually have a code or gesture to communicate in secret. Now that Fork had gotten the messenger's code, it was only a matter of time before KJ and the others captured and interrogated him.
After getting what he was looking for, Fork exits the room and leaves the brothel. KJ and the others are waiting for the results of Fork's assignment at a nearby cafe.
"Oh, you're back already? So soon?" asked Black, who was smoking a cigarette.
Fork rushes over to them and reports his findings.
"Tomorrow night, the messenger will come by ship," Fork told them. "Curly hair, brown eyes and about 165 cm tall. The code is 'The Pig ate the bait'."
"Alright, tomorrow night we'll capture the messenger and lock him up and await the arrival of our boss from the first test island."