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Chapter 271
Smoke surrounded Tom's solemn-looking face. He no longer seemed as kind and peace-loving as he normally did.
Xyla could clearly sense that she was in danger. Although she struggled to free herself, her body was far too weak. A strong sense of anger filled her heart. She felt as if her chest was about to explode. Despite wanting to speak, she was unable to utter a single word.
Apart from causing Xyla to faint, the drug also made her entire body weak, and even made her unable to speak for a short period of time.
At a place like this, with only her and Tom around, anything could happen. Even if he wanted to kill her, he could do so with ease.
Tom took a slow puff of his cigarette with an annoyed expression. "Why are you looking at me like that? Huh? Did I do something wrong?" he asked.
Stubbing out the cigarette, he climbed onto Xyla. His body pressed tightly against hers while he pinched her chin forcefully with a single hand.
Even when Xyla was angry, her face still looked very beautiful. She looked even better with her face slightly flushed, perhaps due to the emotions she was experiencing.
Xyla was wearing a V-neck cotton shirt. From Tom's position, he could see her cleavage. From her face to her body, every part of her was attractive to men. Even if Tom was very upset, he still felt aroused by her.
At that moment, Xyla felt as if she were a piece of meat on the chopping block. Tom could do anything to her that he wanted, and she knew exactly what he had in mind.
He was going to rape her as his way of exacting revenge.
Tom must have been betting on the fact that the Quest family would keep this incident a secret to avoid embarrassing themselves.
Not being able to speak or move and simply having to wait to be raped was driving Xyla to the point of madness. Feeling extremely frightened and angered, the mix of emotions made her feel as if her heart was about to leap out of her chest.
"Xyla Quest, you nearly drove me mad. How could you do that to my little sister? Even if she was in the wrong, did you have to send her to prison?" asked Tom.
Indeed, Mary's incident had been the last straw for him.
"Also, our family has been investigating why those things happened to me. Although there is no proof that any of it was tied to you, I have reason to believe that you were behind it. Can you tell me the truth for once? Did you do it? Did you really come back to exact revenge on Emily and I, just like she said? Did you want us to hit rock bottom and never be able to recover? Xyla Quest, you really are cruel. Even if I dic those things to you in the past, did you really have to go this far?" Tom uttered angrily.
His eyes turned red. It seemed as if he would tear Xyla apart right then and there.
"I don't care whether it's true or not. Today, I'm going to have sex with you to feel better. Since you ruined my sister, I'll ruin you. Also, I'm warning you, Xyla Quest. If I find out that you did all those things to me, I will kill you with my bare hands," said Tom.
He had suffered a lot in recent days. Not only had he lost his father's trust, he also lost everything he possessed.
This morning, Tom's older brother, Julian Sullivan, was able to secure another investment for the Sullivan family. Julian managed to fill the large investment gap the Dragon Group had left behind, which earned him praise from their father.
Their father even amended his will right in front of Tom. From then on, Julian would be the heir to the Sullivan family. When their father died, all Tom would receive was five percent of the Sullivan Group's shares.
It seemed that Tom's father had made up his mind. There was a very low probability for Tom to turn the tables around. Despite Julian's efforts to convince their father on many occasions, claiming he was not keen on taking over the group, their father still remained firm on his decision.
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Tom felt clueless about what he should do. Recently, whenever his father saw him, he would only criticize him. His father would not agree with anything he did, which drove him mad. With so many things piled up in his mind, Tom urgently needed someone he could vent his frustrations on.
Xyla, who personally forced his sister into prison and was the suspect for the crime against his family, became Tom's perfect target. As he recalled all the bad things that happened to him recently, he began tearing Xyla's clothes apart like a mad person.
"Xyla Quest, even if I was wrong, you should not have treated me so cruelly. I have nothing left! Do you understand that? You have an evil heart. Have you ever thought how hard it was for me to continue loving you when you were as fat as a pig? The fact that I stayed with you for so long proves that I really tried my best. I didn't have a choice. Whenever I saw your ugly face, I felt as if I was going mad. All you lost was a single kidney, but do you know what I lost? I lost everything that was beautiful to me in this world. Whenever I saw your face, I felt as if the world was no longer wonderful," said Tom while he tore Xyla's light blue jeans off.
By then, Tom had completely lost his mind. After keeping everything bottled up for so long, he was finally letting these words pour from his mouth. Those words were like knives being stabbed into Xyla's chest. A headache took over her overwhelmed mind. She was now being reminded of the hurtful, shameful, and hateful past. When Xyla looked at Tom's ferocious face, and listened to those words that provoked her, she wished she could tear him into pieces.
But she could not. Xyla was not even capable of speech right now. Although she knew very well what was going to happen next, she could not do anything about it. The mirror above her head clearly showed her how helpless she looked.
Xyla wished someone would show up to rescue her. She did not want Tom to have sex with her. The idea itself repelled her. Even when Tom was tearing her clothes off, she felt nauseous, but she had no idea what she could do.
Soon enough, Tom removed her jeans and threw them on the ground. He then reached for her shirt and pulled at it with all his might.
Bitterness, hatred, fear, disgust, and various other emotions filled Xyla's heart. These emotions were like claws that continuously swiped against her heart, mind, and soul. Despite these emotions reaching an all-time high, there was no way she could vent them out.
In the end, tears became her only form of release. They rolled down from the corner of her eyes while she cried out for help in her mind. But she knew very well that there was probably nobody coming to rescue her. Even so, she still hoped for a miracle to happen.
By now, Tom's eyes had turned completely red. Tearing Xyla's clothes apart like this was very satisfying for him. All the negative emotions he carried from what his father did to him were being vented out at this moment.
Bang!
Right then, someone suddenly kicked the door open. Due to the powerful kick, the solid, white, wooden door was knocked to the ground.
That sound gave Xyla hope once again. She immediately turned to look at the door and saw that a man had shown up with a group of men dressed in black.
Dressed in a black shirt and black pants, the man was standing at the front of the group. There was a coldness emanating from him that sent chills down one's spine, almost as if he was the grim reaper from hell.
The bright lights in the walkway lit up his face and made him seem even colder.
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When Xyla saw Stanley's face, she cried even more intensely. At that moment, she felt as if she was someone about to die from dehydration in the desert, while Stanley was the savior who brought water to her.
Feeling extremely grateful from the bottom of her heart, she found it impossible to stop her tears from falling.
"Close your eyes," ordered Stanley, glaring at the people around him.
Everyone immediately closed their eyes.
When Tom saw the large group of people, he was momentarily stunned and stopped what he was doing. However, he quickly recovered and took a dagger out of his pocket, pointing it at Xyla's neck. "Don't come any closer, or I will slit her throat," he said.
Realizing that he was outnumbered, Tom had to find a way to escape. Otherwise, he would be in deep trouble.
Xyla could feel the cold dagger against her neck. A chilling sensation began to spread across her skin. Although she was in a dangerous situation, she no longer felt afraid because Stanley was here. "You must have a death wish!" shouted Stanley with a cold and murderous look in his eyes.
Stanley pulled his black tie loose before walking over to the bed. He quickly removed his coat and placed it over Xyla. As soon as the coat landed on her, she could feel her face and body being covered up completely. Everything had turned dark around her.
Stanley pulled a pistol out from around his waist. Before Tom could react, Stanley pointed the gun at Tom's wrist, which held onto the dagger, and fired at it. Since the pistol was muted, there was barely any sound when the bullet was fired. Even so, Xyla shivered in shock.
After a second, blood began to gush out from Tom's wrist. The scent of blood wafted through the air.
"Ahh...!" Tom cried out painfully.
The entire process of Stanley removing his coat and firing the bullet took place within a second. Tom was unable to react at all.
Meanwhile, the intense pain caused him to lose his grip around the dagger. As soon as the dagger slipped out of his hand, Tom fell to the ground. Blood continued to gush out from the open wound where the bullet hit him.
Although Xyla could not see anything, she could guess what had happened from the sound and the smell around her. Stanley had covered her face with his coat because he did not want her to witness such a terrible scene.
Walking forward, Stanley forcefully stepped on Tom's chest. Tom was in so much pain that he could not find the strength to fight back. Hence, he had no choice but to allow Stanley to do what he wanted. Looking at the metal chain around Xyla's hand, Stanley asked, "Where is the key?"
"It's in the drawer of the nightstand near my bed..." Tom answered obediently. He was too afraid to retaliate.
Stanley immediately opened the drawer of the nightstand, found the key, and unlocked the chain around Xyla. Aware that she was not wearing any clothes, Xyla did not move around even after she was freed. All she did was gently place her arms under Stanley's coat.
With a deep frown on his face, Stanley walked closer to Xyla and carefully pulled the coat down slightly, just enough to reveal her face.
Tears were still streaming down her face. Her eyes were slightly red from crying and she still seemed very much afraid. She almost looked like a frightened bunny. Anyone who saw her would feel pity for her. Stanley's gaze softened while the frown on his forehead slowly disappeared. "Did you get hurt? Hmm?" Wrapping Xyla tightly in his coat, he held her in his arms.
Only then was Xyla able to see what exactly happened to Tom. There was a large pool of blood under his body. From the looks of it, the bullet must have put a hole in one of his veins.
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When Xyla saw what happened to Tom, who was all over her just a moment ago, her anger immediately faded away.
This was an extremely bloody scene, which she wished to never see again. Subconsciously, she buried her face in Stanley's chest and shook her head to let him know she was not hurt.
Stanley rubbed her chin against her head and asked in a soft voice, "What do you want me to do to him?"
Xyla tried to open her mouth. When she realized she could finally speak, she sighed in relief. "That's enough. Send him to the hospital," she said.
Regardless of what Tom did, they could not kill him. Otherwise, it would be a difficult situation to resolve. After responding to Stanley, Xyla hugged him tightly once more. Since she was still in shock, keeping Stanley close to her was the only way she could recover quickly.
"That's not enough. Beat him up," said Stanley, looking at the men dressed in black by the door. His facial expression had turned cold once more.
"Are you crazy?! Do you know who I am? Do you think my father will let you off the hook for doing this?!" Tom screamed.
"Don't let me off the hook then," Stanley snorted coldly as he carried Xyla out of the room.
Tom tried to use all his might to get up and to escape. However, the large group of men dressed in black charged into the room and surrounded him, then proceeded to beat him up.
Xyla felt goosebumps all over her scalp from looking at what unfolded before her eyes. "Stop it. Things will get out of hand," she said.
She was afraid that Stanley might get into a lot of trouble for doing this. But he did not say anything and continued to walk out with her in his arms. When they arrived in the walkway, Xyla heard Tom's pitiful cry to be forgiven. The sound pierced through her ears and made her heart shiver.
Carefully, Xyla looked up at Stanley's perfect jawline and his cold eyes. "Stop this, will you?"
"I'm here for you, no matter what happens," he said confidently.
"He is Tony Sullivan's son."
"Even if he is the son of god, I will make him pay for doing this to you," Stanley said ruthlessly while he walked forward.
His sentence warmed her heart. Xyla finally understood what it felt like to be protected. At that moment, he was the only person she could depend on. When Xyla looked at Stanley, she felt immensely grateful. She was too afraid to think about what would have happened to her if he had not shown up today.
"Don't be capricious, Five Batton," said Xyla.
"Don't get involved, hmm?" Stanley replied softly.
"I don't want things to get out of hand, and I don't want you to be affected."
"I know where to draw the line," said Stanley confidently with a calm look on his face.
"If your subordinates accidentally kill him, do you know what the consequences will be?" asked Xyla.
"I'll take responsibility for all of it," Stanley answered.
By now, they had already walked out of the main entrance. There was a row of black Audis, as well as a row of men dressed in black lined up orderly in front of the main entrance. When these men saw Stanley, they nodded respectfully.
Xyla was stunned by what she saw. Stanley's power in the gang far exceeded her expectations. How could a gangster be this influential?
Soon, one of the men dressed in black opened the door of an Audi with the 'Number Two' car plate. Stanley carefully carried Xyla into the car.
Xyla refused to give up. "I'm giving you an order to stop what your men are doing. Do you hear me?"
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Xyla sounded firm. Since Stanley refused to listen to her when she was not being assertive, she would have to take a more assertive stance.
When the men dressed in black heard her, they were all shocked. Each one of them felt nervous on her behalf. Xyla actually dared to speak to Stanley like that. Did she have a death wish? "Alright, alright. I'll listen to you," said Stanley, shaking his head helplessly. There was a gentle look in his eyes.
Covering Xyla up with his coat, he buttoned it up for her from behind, then shifted it until the buttons were in front. "You can put your hands through the sleeves now. It'll feel more comfortable that way."
The men dressed in black were stunned. They looked at one another in confusion. Was this the real Stanley? They felt utterly confused by what was happening. Nobody had ever spoken to him like this. When did he ever treat a woman in such a way?
"Why aren't you getting your men to stop then?" asked Xyla.
Stanley pinched his forehead before waving at one of the men around him. The man immediately ran into the villa. After that, another man dressed in black opened the car door on the other side for Stanley. Elegantly getting into the car and moving close to her, he asked, "Are you happy now?"
Xyla nodded satisfactorily. "Oh, right. Did they record what happened earlier? If they did, you can use that to threaten Tom so that he won't make a big fuss."
"They know what to do," said Stanley. A faint smile appeared on his face once again.
"Oh. Thank you for saving my life. If it wasn't for you, I'd be dead now," said Xyla sincerely.
"Why the formality?" Stanley asked, carefully brushing her messy hair.
"You... How did you find out something happened to me? And how did you find your way here?" asked Xyla. She felt curious about everything that happened.
"Because of this," replied Stanley, slowly taking Xyla's phone out of his pocket. The screen of the phone was shattered.
"When I left the house, I noticed your phone on the road and immediately sensed something was amiss. Hence, I went to check the road surveillance footage and found out that all the footage from the time you left home was gone. I knew that something must have happened to you."
"What happened after that?"
"I thought about it carefully. At this point, the only people who would do anything to you are the members of the Sullivan family. I couldn't think of anyone else. That's why I asked someone to find out where each of them was located. Tom Sullivan's location was the only one I couldn't find..."
"And then?"
Xyla could no longer conceal her admiration for him. How could someone as smart as Stanley exist in this world? It was such a shame he did not become a police officer who worked on cases. Xyla was certain that he could solve any case that existed. She felt proud to have met a man like him.
"After that, I tracked Tom down via his phone signal," said Stanley.
He was describing everything without emotion, almost as if it was something completely normal. But, Xyla did not think it was normal.
She gave him a thumbs up. "Amazing... You even know how to track someone down through their phone signal!"
"Yeah... I know a few things about that," he said.
"Is there anything in this world that you don't know?" Xyla asked gleefully.
"Yes."
"For example?"
"I don't know how to not care about you," he said calmly before lighting a cigarette and elegantly taking a puff.
For some reason, his words made Xyla's heart quiver.
"I owe you another favor," she said with a smile.
Ever since Xyla met him, she began to owe him favors and money. In fact, her debt to him only continued to grow.
"I seem to owe you more and more things. How should I pay you in return?" she asked.
While Xyla spoke, a man dressed in black got into the car and began to drive it forward.
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Through the smoke in the air, Stanley slowly turned around and examined Xyla's face with a deep look in his eyes.
"You don't have to return anything to me for now," he said calmly after exhaling a puff of smoke.
"Let me thank you by buying you a meal tonight," said Xyla.
"Sure."
"I'll decide on the place and send you the location on WeChat," said Xyla with a forced smile.
"Okay," he replied with a gentle look on his face.
"Is there any particular restaurant you'd like to go to?"
"Anything is fine. Wherever you like."
The driver who overheard the conversation was shocked. He could not resist peeking at Stanley through the rearview mirror. Stanley's gentle demeanor was giving him a heart attack. Was Stanley capable of saying things this nicely? Why had he never known about it?
The driver had never heard Stanley saying the words 'anything is fine' in front of him or anyone else. This girl was amazing.
"I noticed you were acting strangely when I walked through the door earlier. Your body seemed weak. You only recovered after I held you in my arms. Why was that? Did he drug you?" asked a concerned Stanley.
"Yeah, he sprayed some sort of drug at me when I wasn't paying attention. I immediately passed out when it happened. When I woke up, I realized my body was weak and I couldn't even speak. I only recovered slowly after you walked through the door," Xyla answered truthfully.
The more she thought about what happened to her, the angrier she became. If Stanley had not fired at Tom and asked his men to beat him up, Xyla would have called the police. She wanted Tom to spend some time in prison.
But now that Stanley had already taught Tom a lesson, the Sullivan family would make a huge fuss if she called the police. They would also focus on the fact that Stanley injured Tom with a gunshot. Hence, whatever Xyla and Stanley had done today was enough. Besides, Tom had failed to rape her. Meanwhile, Stanley had shot Tom in the wrist and even asked his subordinates to beat him up. Xyla was happy to call it a draw.
If she had chosen to be irrational, she would have asked Stanley to continue beating Tom up. But she was afraid.
Tom's wrist would not stop bleeding. Xyla knew that his vein must have been torn from the gunshot. If he was not sent to the hospital soon, he might end up dying. Stanley would not be able to get away with it. When Stanley heard what Xyla said, he stopped talking and his face became sullen.
***
When they arrived home, Stanley opened the door for Xyla. Barely wearing anything, she immediately sneezed when a gust of cold wind blew into the car. Seeing the state she was in, Stanley immediately picked her up.
At that moment, Xyla blushed while her heart began to pound. "I'm capable of walking on my own."
"You seem cold. I think it's better if I hold you like this," said Stanley, walking into the house with her in his arms.
Inside, it was as warm as the beginning of summer. He carried her all the way to her room before carefully putting her down on the bed.
"Take a warm bath and get changed," he said gently.
Xyla nodded slightly and returned the coat to Stanley. After that, she walked into the bathroom.
Beep, beep, beep-
Stanley received a call from Zack. He walked out onto the balcony and leaned against the window before picking up. Leisurely, he played with his expensive, black, diamond lighter. Outside, there was snow falling from a silver sky.
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The ignited lighter twirled in his slender fingers where every spark just barely flickered across his skin.
This gesture was utterly alluring.
"After our men released Tom Sullivan, he grabbed his arm and drove to the hospital." Zack added, "I heard that Young Madam wishes not to make this incident huge, correct?"
"Actually, I think Young Madam is right. If this issue escalates and gets out, it wouldn't be good for the Young Madam. People would often add in bits of details once they start spreading until, alas, they turn into a completely different thing.
"Worst case scenario, it becomes a version where he has successfully slept with our Young Madam." Zack's tone was respectful and serious.
"I know," said Stanley.
"Fifth Master, our people have warned him saying that we have evidence of his crime in our hands. He wouldn't dare to put the word out and escalate things either simply."
"I suspect that he won't even tell his family. After all, Tony Sullivan is annoyed by him. If another scandal breaks out, he probably won't have any status in the family anymore," Zack continued saying. "Yeah." Stanley frowned slightly.
"Shall this be the end?" the other side asked.
"Not making it to the police station doesn't mean things have to end here."
"Then, what do you mean?"
"Doesn't he enjoy things like those? Arrange a few women for him, let him enjoy himself nicely for two days and nights." Stanley scoffed.
"... Yes." The other person was silent for a second before speaking up, respectfully, "I was wondering... will this be too harsh?"
"Since when is it your turn to question me?"
"Yes... yes... I know what to do. I will arrange everything, and I know how to take care of things afterward as well. There's no need for you to worry."
Stanley did not answer. He simply hung up and lit a cigarette.
His movements were swift, oozing a thick sense of masculinity.
After smoking a cigarette, he went downstairs.
***
After a comfortable hot water bath, Xyla's heart finally calmed down.
The inextricably linked negative emotions seemed to be completely washed away.
Changing into a set of clean mist blue colored silk home wear, she sat on the bed and took out the SIM card from her destroyed phone and put it into an identical model inside her drawer. Then, she turned it on.
Seeing that no one had looked for her, she hugged her laptop and started playing League of Legends to relax.
Once inside the game, North sent her a message. "God, can you carry me?"
Seven replied. "Sure."
After that, she invited the player into her team.
The player quickly entered the team.
Messages constantly flood her chatbox.
North wrote. "God, god, you haven't come online for a few days. I miss you."
Seven replied. "I was busy with some stuff."
After waiting briefly, the game entered a queue.
She chose Kai'Sa, and the game soon started.
Knock, knock, knock.
She had just purchased her starting gear and was about to leave for the bottom lane when there was a knock on the door.
Xyla slowly directed her gaze to the door. "Please come in..."
Soon, Stanley came over to her, carrying an exquisite lobster rice bowl.
In an instant, the dense fragrance of seafood invaded her senses, warming her heart.
"It's noon, and you should be hungry. So I made you a lobster rice bowl. Not sure if it's to your taste," Stanley spoke as he placed it at the bedside table.
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This meal smelled excellent and looked great. Just a glance was enough to make her mouth water.
"I want to eat too, but I have to play the game right now. I'll eat it later." Xyla looked at her computer screen.
Since the game had started, food would have to wait.
Although it was just entertainment, she loved to give it her all in every game.
Stanley sat down quietly beside her and put the notebook on his lap. "I'll help you with this game. You eat first."
When he saw Xyla's ID on top of the character, he was stunned. Surprise flashed in his eyes.
Who knew that she was the number one player in the server, Seven, who could easily overpower him in the game. The person that Henry had tried to sign with a large amount of money. No wonder she was dismissive of Henry's offer of thirty million dollars a year to become a professional gamer.
Thirty million dollars indeed wasn't an amount attractive enough for her.
"Do you play League of Legends regularly as well?" Xyla asked.
"Yeah."
"Then, are you an expert?"
"... You can say that," he answered after pondering for one second.
Besides her in the national server, he was the next strongest player, so he was considered an expert.
"Then, help me play a game. I'll eat first. But what about you? Aren't you eating?" Having said that, she picked up the lobster rice bowl he had made and took a mouthful. The taste was divine, and the saltiness was just right, enhancing her appetite.
"I'm not hungry at the moment. I'll eat when I'm hungry," he said.
"Okay..."
Seeing that she picked Kai'Sa, he went directly for the bottom lane and found his support teammate hiding in the bush near the enemy's tower. He stood beside this teammate. This support, Tahm Kench, looked extremely adorable.
However, when he saw that player's ID, his expression immediately darkened.
North.
Wasn't this his account?
Just then, North spoke in the team chat. "God Seven, hehe, do you think this support I've chosen is good? In the future, whenever I play with you, I'll pick support and be your dog." Stanley was speechless.
The only person who would talk like this was no other than his mother.
And the person who could access his account was no other than his mother as well.
Only, how did she know his gaming account password?
Lately, he had been so busy that he barely logged on, so he had no idea that someone was using his account.
He had no idea either how many times this mother of his had acted coquettishly in front of Xyla and had been her bootlicker.
Based on his understanding of this person, she must have fawned over Xyla over a hundred times and acted more than a hundred times coquettishly as well.
After all, the last time he saw with his own eyes how she had fawned over Xyla, it was too much of an exaggeration.
Compared to before, she seemed worse now. It looked like the more she fawned, the greater her bootlicking skills have become...!
He frowned hard and simply replied with "..." before engaging the enemy support and AD.
North replied. "Ellipsis means you're praising me, right? Thank you, god, for praising me. Here's a flying kiss for god."
A flying kiss too? He was on the verge of tears. His forehead wrinkled deeper as he frowned.
However, by now, the enemy pair had started attacking them aggressively, so he quickly shifted all his attention to his controls.
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Xyla was eating as she watched, feeling very satisfied with his performance.
Who would have thought that he was this good?
Only, compared to her, he was still a little lacking.
However, in this national server, he was considered top-class.
The way he worked the keyboard was skilled and elegant. His slender fingers danced swiftly over the keys, flowing smoothly like he was playing the piano.
She regularly watched League competitions. Men who gamed usually had nice hands. All the professional gamers she had met had exceptionally nice looking hands. However, his hands were even more attractive than theirs. These perfect hands practically completed the fantasy of someone with a hand complex.
How he worked the keyboard was cooler than the other professional gamers as well. The way he played the game was more composed and calm than they were. As she looked at him, the term 'elegant killer' flashed in her mind.
He was using the most elegant posture to do such bloody things. Just a few skills, and he had instantly double killed the enemy pair.
This skill combination was practically done by him alone.
Xyla immediately gave him a thumbs up. "Amazing... great, great."
North typed, "Wuuu, god, god, you're so amazing, please receive my bow, uwaaa!!! aswl!!!"
'Wuuu'? Even 'uwaaa'? And what the hell was that 'aswl'?
He was getting more annoyed as he stared at that Tahm Kench beside him.
Xyla looked at the conversation on screen and couldn't resist laughing out loud. "This North is quite interesting. Before I knew her, I thought she was a cool Adonis, but after being acquainted, I realized that she's a funny goddess with a few screws loose."
His eyebrows twitched. If this Tahm Kench wasn't on his team, he would have unleashed an ultimate skill and killed her.
"What does 'aswl' mean?" Stanley asked.
"Oh, it means 'I'm dying of love'. It's a slang that fans use, so it's normal that you don't know," Xyla explained.
Was Stephen's mother using fan slangs now? In hopes that her idol would carry her in-game, she had even used fan slangs.
North typed. "Having God carry me in-game is the best. I'm so touched wuuu."
North added. "God, God, how many rounds are you playing today? Oh, can you play a few more rounds with me?"
North typed again. "God, say something! I will use my all to support you."
Xyla couldn't resist laughing out loud again.
She mused that this North was fascinating.
Stanley simply minimized the chatbox and started focusing on the game.
"Why did you minimize it? This person is interesting."
"Ridiculous."
"I think she's quite interesting. Chatting with her de-stress me."
"Do you guys chat regularly? Does she always talk to you this way?" Stanley probed.
"Yeah, when I go online, if she's here, she'll definitely come over and start flattering me, making me carry her in-game. Sometimes, to make me carry her, she would use all kinds of coquettish words..." said Xyla.
Stanley was speechless.
Great. His mother had completely ruined the prestige of his account.
"Didn't you say that you play this game as well? What's your ID? I see you're very skilled so you must be an expert, aren't you? Let's add each other as friends so I can bring you along in-game next time," Xyla added.
As she spoke, she tipped her head down for another mouthful of rice.
Her attention had all been on his performance and the delicacy in her hands, so she was completely oblivious to the change in his expression.
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"I gave my account to a friend." He stared intensely at Xyla before he smiled meaningfully.
"... Oh, alright then." Xyla didn't press him. She continued eating as she watched him play.
It took him fourteen minutes to finish this game.
By the time she was done eating, his game had ended.
It could be said that it was his abilities alone that helped the team win so quickly.
Even if she had spotted many flaws in his controls, this was good enough.
"Not bad..." Xyla praised.
"Will you keep playing?" Stanley asked.
"Nope. I'm getting ready to go to work," Xyla answered.
"Then, go on, I'm going out for work as well," replied Stanley.
"Remember to eat lunch," Xyla reminded.
"Yeah," he grunted a response before leaving without looking back.
Xyla called to make a reservation at the restaurant for tonight before sending him the restaurant's address.
After that, she changed her clothes and left the house.
***
At the same time, at the municipal hospital.
After Tom had his injuries bandaged, he quickly got into his car that was parking at the hospital's parking lot.
The moment he was about to close the door, a hand reached over and stopped him from closing the door.
Without waiting for him to respond, four men in black clothing immediately lifted him out of the car and covered his nose with a handkerchief.
In an instant, Tom's mind was flooded with fear. He struggled with all his might.
Soon, a faint fragrance invaded his senses, and he quickly lost the strength to struggle.
Then, his body fell limp.
Waves of indescribable desire kept surging through his body, making him hot and bothered.
His veins seemed to be filled with tiny insects bearing sharp fangs.
He was in dire need of an outlet.
Right now, there wasn't a single person in the parking lot.
The black-clothed men successfully tossed Tom into the black Audi.
Once inside, two of them pressed Tom down on the back passenger seat while the other two sat on the front passenger seat and driver's seat, respectively.
Tom was terrified. He tried to think of ways to escape, but he had no energy. He was like a bird being stripped of wings. Besides laying paralyzed on the ground, he couldn't do anything else. Strong desires kept eating away his rationality.
Eventually, he wanted nothing but women.
The four black-clothed men soon tossed him into a motel room in the suburbs and pressed him down on the bed.
Before long, six middle-aged ladies with thick makeup walked in.
They wore cheap and tight-fitting short dresses and stilettos. Their bodies were out of shape with their stomachs bulging. As they walked, the excessive fats on their thighs trembled. "Bosses, is this the one?" One of the women caressed her blonde hair and looked at Tom on the bed as she asked.
The few men in black clothing nodded.
After that, they simply left.
Once the door closed, one of the women lit the incense on the bedside table.
In an instant, the entire room was covered in a unique scent.
As he breathed in, Tom lost even more control.