Chapter 113: Dennis

For some reason, Allen found himself in the dining table of Mrs. Day. He was sitting there with Rourke who was looking at him weirdly.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Allen asked. "It's getting weird. Please stop."

"I wonder what boss saw in you," Rourke said. "Then again, you killed that huge dragon thing with only a little help from a Primordial Beast Bearer. Maybe that's the reason why."

"Bernard opened that wound so I could enter," Allen said. "And he also distracted the beast while I did whatever I could to kill it, so he should have more credit than me."

"Interesting," Rourke smirked. "Now I know what he saw in you. Also, I think I'll go with you to meet with Elvis later. That's also why I'm in Earth."

"But does your mom know about Verta Carta?" Allen whispered, leaning closer to the short boy.

Rourke only snorted and shook his head. He pointed at the wall outside of the kitchen where several portraits of people were hung. "Before Verta Carta was a group in the Otherworlds, we were part of the Mafia. Boss only transitioned to hunting because there was so much money there. And I replaced my dad in the ranks, so yes, my mother knows."

"And I'm proud of my boy," Mrs. Day entered the conversation. "His father was the elite nine of the gang, and now he is too. He basically replaced him without any problems."

"Wow," Elliot smiled. "I saw how good he was. That's no surprise."

"Aww," Mrs. Day cooed. "Anyway, dinner is almost ready. Elvis will be waiting for you in two hours, so you still have time to eat."

"She even knows the missions," Allen chuckled and shook his head. Rourke and him ate not long after and had decided to go meet Elvis right after.

Their meeting spot was a tower in the middle of the city. It was a tower that was owned by the Blood Moon and they use it as their pretend business of a telecommunications company when in fact, they were wiretapping people in the world.

Blood Moon's actual business was tracking a target's calls, messages, and all their interactions with other people. They sell these information to the clients who had placed marks on the target. Whatever the client would do to the information was out of Blood Moon's care.

When you first think about it, it seemed like it's a petty business to begin with. But when you look deeper into the possible clients, you'll know that it's a good industry. From jealous wives, to military information, Blood Moon takes care of them all. The more they dig, the higher the pay would cost.

"Don't you think punctuality is sexy?" Elvis asked as Allen and Rourke walked into the rooftop of the building where the tower sat on. "Because I think that being on time is such a turn on. It makes me smile with happiness and thrill."

Allen felt a tingling sensation in his body. One that was oddly familiar, but doesn't feel good whatsoever. He looked at Elvis who was sitting on a ceramic chair with four men behind him, all armed with guns. Elvis was grinning at them while he served two cups with tea from his ceramic pot.

"You know, it's not everyday that you get to feel that your wife will come back again," Elvis said. "My men is coming to them right this second, and it won't be long before we get to reunite once more."

"That's great," Allen smiled. "But I'm really just here to complete the deal. If you could just give me the reward I have, it would be so much better."

"Why, of course," Elvis said. "But first, let's toast. I'm allergic to alcohol, so let's just drink right now."

"I never knew someone would be allergic to alcohol," Rourke said. Allen and him walked to the table where two more ceramic chairs were. They sat there and received the tea, smelling it to confirm that it wasn't messed with.

"I could never do that," Elvis chuckled. "Dante, you have been a great help to me. My wife will be so pleased to meet you soon. But I have one more small request."

Rourke placed down his cup of tea and smirked. "Elvis, we have been through this. Only one deal per person. Dante is a very busy guy, he can't possible take care of everyone all at once."

"Twenty million dollars," Elvis suddenly said, making Rourke pause and Allen to slightly flinch in shock. "If you do this, I'll give you twenty million dollars plus an additional Sacred grade Code."

Rourke slammed his hands on the table. "What are you saying, Elvis? Blood Moon would go bankrupt if you do that. Is your boss okay with this?"

"I actually am."

Their heads turned to the side where the male voice came from. There was a man about Rourke's age of mid-twenties. He looked oddly familiar and his presence seemed to irk Allen for some reason.

The man had a slick black hair and a pair of emerald green eyes. His figure was large and buff, like he was in the gym every single day. He was wearing a suit that had smal details that Allen was sure that it would cost at least a Basic grade Code.

"D-Dennis," Rourke stuttered. He stood up, along with everyone except for Allen, and they bowed to the man. "I didn't know that you were here."

"Jack told me about your little friend," Dennis said. He raised his hand that signaled for everyone to stop bowing and return to their positions. "I was skeptical at first since I sent a person at the Bryans' firm already, and she couldn't crack the location of Sevilla.

"She said that she went through all the files, documents, and even went to all of their properties just to look for clues," Dennis continued. "What you did was marvelous, Dante. I commend you for that."

No one spoke anything until Dennis sat on the fourth ceramic chair. He served himself tea and drank it right away, something that Allen found odd for some reason.

"Can I tell you something?" Allen asked. "But I have to whisper."

The men behind them reacted badly. They raised their guns and pointed it at allen, with one of them saying, "What do you think you're doing? That's not allowed."

"It's okay," Dennis said. "Dante didn't know that I was coming. He didn't even know who I was until now, so I don't think he has other plans."

The men had no choice but to lower their guns and returned to their position, standing behind the table.

"Can I lean in now?" Allen asked, to which Dennis replied with a nod in understanding. He slowly leaned closer to the man and gulped. "You're the one that's allergic to alcohol, aren't you?"

Dennis eyes widened, making his men point their guns at Allen again. "What did you say to the boss?"

"Nothing," Dennis chuckled. "Nothing."

Allen found this out the moment he had seen Elvis pour the tea and Dennis came over. He had a hint that Elvis was hiding something considering saying that he's allergic to alcohol doesn't make sense. He didn't have to say it at all.

He could've kept that information to himself, but he didn't. So this would raise a flag for Allen. When Dennis introduced himself, sat and then drank the tea right after he took his seat, Allen then immediately knew.

This kind of tactic was common amongst organizations that had enemies that could use the highest person's weakness against them. In this case, Dennis divided his weaknesses to his subordinates and one of which was his allergy to alcohol which he gave to Elvis.

"Sharp as the sharpest blade," Dennis chuckled. "Jack was so enthusiastic the moment he told me about you. He said that he could do whatever I wanted you to do."

"I cannot guarantee anything," Allen said. "As of this moment, my powers are still weak, and it will take time for me to get stronger without raising suspicions."

"Good point," Dennis smirked. "It would be mysterious if one Hunter would go from Haven to Eternity in a short amount of time, that would raise so much flags. Especially since the Snake is being persecuted for something he hadn't done."

"Y-You don't think I did it?" Allen asked.

"The moment I exuded an ounce of my aura, you flinched. I saw how your body moved and that moment there told me that you weren't ready," Dennis said. "So now I'm offering you a deal that's worth a Sacred grade Code, and twenty million dollars."

"I may have to remind you that my powers and abilities can only do so much," Allen said. "From what you are saying, you want me to do something very hard, and I can't guarantee you success."

"What a cautious boy, but no," Dennis said. "I'll provide you all the help you need when it comes to information, but you have to get stronger."