Chapter 1272 - The Laughing Matador

It took some time for Emilio Miguel to control his laughter. Granted, he didn't try that hard to stop himself, allowing himself to laugh until he got tired of it instead. He clearly didn't give a damn if he pissed off the already pissed René Alejandro even more. 

René Alejandro's other brothers who came with him to the hideout remained silent and helpless while continuing to watch the two leaders confronting each other. 

Emilio Miguel sniggered before finally answering René Alejandro. "It is not part of the mission. Do not worry about it, my cute little brother."

"Then why are you so careless? It will make our mission more complicated if you continue sleeping with the hostage and making her fall in love you harder, no?"

The extremely beautiful man shrugged his shoulders. "Is it my fault that I am too attractive? I was born this way. Completely natural. People fall in love with me all the time, ah. Why so serious? I will handle my own shit while you handle yours. Simple as that."

René Alejandro snarled, "That is what I want but you just have to interfere with my part of the mission at my party! Now I am back to square one with Liam Jin because you cannot keep your perverted eyes away from his wife! Do you not know how much effort I had to expend just to get close to that couple and infiltrate their close circles?"

Emilio Miguel sighed and shook his head. "Do not act so childish. Always complaining and blaming me all the time instead of solving your own shit. That is why Uncle and the higher-ups do not trust you to lead this mission all by yourself and called me right away after finishing my previous mission."

Now René Alejandro's expression turned uglier than before. The splitting of leadership between the two of them was a thorn to his pride.

"Speaking of being unable to keep my eyes off Liam Jin's wife, Iris Long is indeed hot. I would love to fuck her one day. Maybe when we finish the mission and dispose of Liam, I can have a go with his wife." 

Emilio Miguel licked his lips. The action was supposed to be lascivious but it looked divine on him instead due to his angelic beauty.

René Alejandro looked disgusted at him, though. He opened his mouth but quickly closed it again. Good thing that he was able to restrain himself from a surprisingly instinctive urge to defend Iris Long from Emilio Miguel. 

Why would he even do that?

Iris Long was nothing to him. As Wei Lan's daughter, she was just one of the many tools to get closer to her husband, Liam Jin, and the old man, Lu Jianhong. [Read official chapters on W e b n o v e l (dot) com. Please stop supporting piracy. Also follow author on Instagram: @arriacross]

Although the Matador was a disgusting monster, Emilio Miguel was still a partner in the mission. There was no reason for René Alejandro to create more tension with a partner in the mission for the sake of a mere tool.

"Also, I am very interested to know why Iris wanted my smoking pipe so much," Emilio Miguel continued saying. "She did not bid on anything during the entire auction but immediately bid 1 million when she learned that the final item is from me. I think she is attracted to me just like everyone else. Bidding for my item must be a secret message to let me know about her desire. I do not believe that any woman can resist when I seriously seduce them. Iris Long will definitely come running to me and willingly shake her ass when I crook my finger at her someday."

René Alejandro rolled his grey eyes. The man wasn't only disgusting but delusional as well. 

Did Emilio Miguel really believe that all women were loose like Rose Young? 

If that were true, then René Alejandro might choose to become celibate someday. He liked regular sex but if the partner was too easy, then he would eventually become bored and even repulsed. His tastes were certainly not as strong as the perverted Matador.

"Where did you get that smoking pipe, anyway?" René Alejandro asked to change the subject because he didn't like hearing about the other man's lewd and misogynistic comments.

Emilio Miguel paused. Then he threw his head back and laughed once again. He even started slapping his thigh.

René Alejandro scowled, knowing that the man was laughing at his expense this time.

"What?" he asked in annoyance.

The beautiful man just continued laughing while looking at him with blue eyes filled with unreadable meaning. René Alejandro didn't know how to interpret what the annoying man meant by looking at him that way.

"You hackers spend too much time sitting behind computers to experience real life," Emilio Miguel said.

It wasn't only René Alejandro who felt insulted by Emilio Miguel's words. René Alejandro's brothers couldn't stop themselves from glaring at the beautiful, sniggering man who just mocked them to their faces.

"Oooooh, fierce! If only you can channel some of that spirit in gaining more real-life experiences like me, then perhaps you will know more and stop asking stupid questions. Ah, it is so difficult being the more experienced older brother. I can never understand why Uncle chose to formally adopt you over me."

René Alejandro's hands clenched into tight fists but he managed to restrain his impulse to pummel the asshole's face.

Emilio Miguel had always been jealous because his father adopted him when the majority expected that it would be Emilio Miguel who would be adopted instead of the younger René Alejandro. Since then, the Matador had always tried provoking him any chance he got.

Releasing a long breath, René Alejandro forced himself to be calm down.

"Never mind if you do not want to answer. Just a smoking pipe does not pique my interest." He turned to his brothers. "Let us head back, yes?"

His brothers nodded and immediately filed out without wasting any second. René Alejandro was the last one. He could hear Emilio Miguel starting to laugh at them once again.

"Just a smoking pipe, huh. Oh, how cute, my innocent little brother. If you only know from where I picked it from. Hahahaha!"

René Alejandro slammed the door shut before riding away with his brothers from the hideout.