Faced with the challenge of infiltrating the bustling gathering without drawing attention, Arslan swiftly dismissed the idea of a frontal approach, deeming it too risky considering the amount of people who are inside. Instead, his sharp instincts led him to seek out an alternative entry point, guiding him to the concealed back entrance of the building.
As Arslan cautiously navigated his way to the rear of the structure, a sense of apprehension gripped him upon encountering two vigilant guards stationed at the door, their vigilant stance and armed presence signaling the seriousness of the situation. Silently cursing the unforeseen obstacle, Arslan retreated into the shadows, his mind racing to formulate a new plan.
"What the fuck is this place?!" Arslan thought as he knew those guards were guarding something more valuable than Jon.
Surveying the surroundings with a keen eye, Arslan's gaze settled on the towering silhouette of the building, an idea taking shape in his mind. With a calculated risk, he swiftly climbed to the rooftop, his movements swift and deliberate as he saw a strategic advantage by being there.
looking down through the upper floor windows, Arslan's keen observation revealed an unoccupied room below, a fleeting opportunity presenting itself to him. Without hesitation, he shattered the wooden barrier beneath the window, deftly slipping inside the vacant space before deftly replacing the broken panel, leaving no trace of his entry.
As Arslan found himself within the confines of the building, his focus shifted towards the job that lay ahead, navigating the house to reach Jon undetected and safely.
Taking a moment to steady his nerves, Arslan drew a deep breath, steeling himself for the obstacles that awaited. With cautious steps, he ventured towards the door leading to the second-floor hallway, his senses on high alert. The empty expanse of the hallway greeted him, devoid of any immediate threat but tinged with an unsettling odor that pricked at his nostrils, prompting an occasional rub to alleviate the discomfort.
As Arslan ventured into the hallway, a sudden intrusion shattered the silence, freezing him in his tracks.
Before him stood one of the men from downstairs, entwined with a woman in a display of intimacy that threatened to compromise Arslan's mission. Despite his hopes of remaining unnoticed, the man's sharp gaze locked onto Arslan, a silent challenge hanging in the air as their eyes met.
"Shit!" the man's startled exclamation filled the air as he frantically scrambled to compose himself, fumbling to adjust his half naked appearance and reach for his weapon. However, Arslan's swift reflexes proved to be his undoing as he launched into action, executing a precise kick that rendered the man unconscious before he could react. With a swift, practiced motion, Arslan subdued the startled woman, silencing her with a firm hand over her mouth.
"Hush, hush, hush. Stay quiet, and this will be over in a heartbeat," Arslan's voice, though firm, carried a reassuring tone as he sought to calm the frightened woman. With deft efficiency, he bound her with her own clothing, ensuring their temporary confinement in the safety of the room he had previously occupied.
Once satisfied that both captives were securely restrained, Arslan embarked on the next phase of his mission, his determination unwavering as he ventured back into the shadowy hallways
Tip-toeing with silent precision through the dimly lit hallway, Arslan's every movement was calculated to evade detection as he approached the looming stairway. With bated breath, he descended the steps, his keen eyes scanning the scene below, alert for any sign of impending danger.
A wave of relief washed over Arslan as he beheld the continued revelry unfolding before him, the noise of the party goers masked his stealthy movement as he looked for Jon who still hasn't shown his face yet.
Seizing the opportune moment, he moved behind the bustling crowd, deftly sidestepping the chaos to position himself in a strategic vantage point, his hand steady as it grasped the weight of his concealed weapon.
Amidst the pulsating energy of the gathering, Arslan's gaze remained fixed on the bathroom door, his focus unwavering as he swiftly breached the threshold, his gun leveled at the figure seated upon the toilet. "Don't move, Bitch!" His voice cut through the silence with lethal intent, only to be met with a surprising revelation as the figure before him proved not to be his intended target, Jon, but an unsuspecting individual doing his own business on the seat.
Before the man could utter a word of confusion, Arslan swiftly silenced him with a forceful strike with the back of his weapon, the resounding impact rendering the man unconscious in a swift, decisive motion.
Arslan's frustration simmered as he muttered a few curses under his breath, the series of unexpected challenges testing the limits of his patience within the chaotic confines of the house. With a steely resolve, he redirected his focus towards the kitchen, where the looming shadows of two men beckoned as his next objective.
Crouching low, Arslan swiftly navigated the hallway, his movements swift and purposeful as he closed in on the kitchen. However, his stealth was abruptly compromised when a door swung open, revealing a startled individual who demanded answers with a menacing tone, a gun aimed in Arslan's direction.
"Who the Fuck is you Bruh?!" It was Jon, his voice rang out, the tension escalating as the situation teetered on the brink of violence. In a display of reflexes honed through continuous training, Arslan swiftly grabbed his arm, a brief struggle ensuing before a gunshot shattered the uneasy silence, reverberating through the house like a thunderclap.
"What was that?"
"Check the stash!"
"Move! Move! Move!"
The sudden eruption of chaos within the house set off a cacophony of frenzied activity, the urgent commands of the men reverberating through the air as they rushed towards the source of the disturbance. Capitalizing on the moment, Arslan swiftly subdued his target, deftly guiding him into the adjacent room before firmly securing the door, containing the looming threat within its confines.
Redirecting his focus towards Jon, who loomed as a formidable opponent, Arslan engaged in a swift and calculated confrontation. With a precise kick, he disarmed Jon of his weapon, aiming to neutralize the threat before him. However, Jon's agility and combat skills proved to be a tough challenge, evading Arslan's ensuing strikes and retaliating with a swift counterattack of his own.
"Ain't you the one who beat Voragor the other night? What is you doing over here?" Jon's voice, tinged with a mixture of defiance and curiosity.
Unwavering in his resolve he ignored Jon's questions, Arslan remained focused on his mission, his mind unwavering as he stepped forward, intent on achieving his goals.
"Are you trying to rob this place?" As the intense exchange of blows continued, Jon's taunts and questions echoed in the air, "Do you know who … Agh!", only to be abruptly silenced by a decisive blow from Arslan, the impact reverberating through the room. Seizing the opportunity presented, Arslan swiftly subdued Jon with a flurry of strikes, ensuring that Jon was completely knocked out before him
Amidst the fading echoes of the confrontation, Arslan's attention was drawn to the escalating noises that were coming from outside the room, the chaotic sounds of commotion signaling a new problem for him on the horizon.
With a swift and decisive motion, Arslan refused to be cornered like a prey, his instincts driving him to take action before the impending threat could materialize. Rushing towards the boarded window, he shattered the barrier with a resounding crash, shards of wood splintering around him as he placed Jon over his shoulders, determination etched into every line of his face as he prepared to make his escape.
Bounding through the broken window, Arslan leaped into the outside, the weight of his victim not slowing his pace as he sprinted towards the waiting getaway vehicle that was before him. The sound of the banging on the door echoed behind him, the clamor of his pursuers growing louder with each passing moment as they finally breached the room he had vacated.
As the chaos unfolded behind him, Arslan reached the waiting car, seamlessly throwing Jon inside before sliding into the passenger seat. Without hesitation, the engine roared to life, the tires screeching as the vehicle accelerated away from the scene, leaving a trail of smoke behind it.
Gunfire erupted in the night air, the bursts of bullets punctuating the darkness and the car as the driver skillfully navigated the treacherous path away from this place.
As the adrenaline fueled escape unfolded under the shroud of night, Arslan's heart pounded in rhythm with the pulse of the chase. The city lights blurred past, a wave of fleeting colors as the driver steered the vehicle through the streets, each turn was a calculated maneuver to outwit their pursuers.
[Level Up +3]
Arslan's eyes widened in surprise as the message appeared before him, A rush of anticipation filled him, hinting at newfound powers and possibilities that he could use to become stronger.