Chapter 53 - You're Not A Spy?

Underground Dungeon:

Bone shattering and an ear piercing screams could be heard from the fighting ring...A competition of maximum bone breakages with a minimum number of punches was cheered by a loud and violent crowd, the spectators were roaring like hungry lions. A huge amount of bounty was paid if a person killed his opponent in a single punch breaking his skull bone.

Lured by magnanimous amount, the fighters were attacking with a hunger for more bloodshed.

It's been less than two hours since the competition was declared open and a huge amount of dead bodies were already dumped in the hellfire.

The extreme heat emitted through bodies and pressure of the sound was so violent that the underground dungeon's wall which was build to even carry the testing of an explosion as destructive as nuclear bombs were shaking from the resonance.

It's a place... were weakness cannot survive.

In the race of humanity, these people have there owned religion called terrorism. Where they don't fight for a living but a battle to die.

When the whole city has fallen asleep, the Stygian Palace was waking up for its celebration where a single torch wasn't flamed for the past five years. Stygian Palace was basking in its newborn glory after it was washed out with the blood of it's throned, King.

But...Today, they owned this night like champions...

A dark night in the sky and the city lights on the streets were looking faint against the men gathering at the palace one after another from every corner of the world. Their clean appearance shone as bright as light but their souls and minds are corrupted which were darker than the night. Everyone was personally escorted to a place as per given instructions.

Everyone enjoying their night as different gangs members in the dungeon were shedding blood of each other while these Gang leaders are behind the closed doors. Roaring in euphoria who was fuċkɨnġ the hell out of the women. Everyone was enjoying in their own way when the Ruler of these people was busy somewhere else.

Not long after, there was a Rolls-Royce Cullian halted, stopping right at the entrance is stepped out of the Palace. Under the gazes of sharp security men, a car door opened and a man stepped out.

Tonight, he was wearing a whole suit of matte black, and his tall body stood straight like a rod. His mischevious eyes were scanning the surroundings in the same way he always did while looking at something grand. Unlikely, under the sun, his diamond platinum earrings shone in a different color under the limelight.

"The Stygian Palace, not bad. But I've seen the better one. To depict a glorifying beauty, it doesn't stand a chance in front of The Grand Versailles Manor. So unfair, both the architect works were designed by the same person yet a contrast is as similar as between the hell and heaven." With a smirk, Louis thought to himself before he was escorted inside the Palace. He was led towards the celebration room were only newly invited guests are allowed.

In an extravagantly embellished celebration room, everyone was enjoying themselves. Inside the room, there was an elevated dance floor in the middle of the room. On the stage, almost nȧkėd and the finest beauties with the sėxy sleek bodies were sliding over the poll on a rhythm of ėrȯtɨċ music playing in the background. A few men were enjoying ŀȧp dances. Louis felt like he had crossed a deserted land to witness this oasis in the middle of nowhere.

His dɨċk hardened at the sensual sight of these budding flowers in front of him. Now, he began to change his mind. Although Stygian Palace looks like hell from outside, this feels like heaven from inside. At least for the horny men who act whenever their dɨċk reacts and he was definitely one of them.

Louis let out a shaky breath to ease up his growing sėxuȧŀ tension and shook his head. He doesn't lack women to sleep with so its just for tonight that he has to control himself. Moreover, he didn't come here for having sėx but to meet his new ally and investor in his dropping business.

To be honest his true sailor.

"Hello, Mr. Blanc. A very warm welcome to you..." Louis turned in the direction of the voice. He saw a middle-aged man smiling at him. His eyes almost looked closed by the extension of his huge smile.

Louis chuckled and extended his hand for a handshake. "Hello, Mr. Li. I won't say warm but a hot welcome indeed." Both the partners firmly shook their hands and went into one of the chambers surrounding the dance floor, from where they can enjoy the dance fully. And Louis couldn't take off his eyes from the nȧkėd beauties roaming with wine trays.

"Would you like to have some..." Li Louwu pointed towards the women on the dance floor with a smirk as Louis' throat went dry and the man in front of him has seen his bulge in his pant. Obviously, Louis is one of the very few young men in this room others are old men and young blood boils immediately so Li Louwu can wait until Louis finished.

"Nah... I'll pass this time. But I really need a glass of wine." Louis replied taking his eyes off from a nȧkėd girl swaying her hɨps as she placed two wine glasses. Then he looked straight into man's eyes with a smile plastered on his face. Both the men talked formally and drank their wine.

After a while, curiously Louis asked. "Anyways, Mr. Li. I came here because I want to meet our Crowned Prince of the underworld. I hope I'm not asking too much. Is he present here? Among us?" Louis scanned the room, looking for young faces. At least he knows the Crowned Prince was a man in his twenties and a very handsome man.

Li Louwu stared at the man with narrowed eyes. He had established a connection with underworld for more than twenty years yet he had never seen the most hyped faces ruling this branch of the Underworld.

Of course, like every empire. They had a hierarchy of people starting from the bottom to top. Underworld has its own hierarchy of places. These places were classified according to their wealth and power they hold in the outer world. The higher their impact so greater they have controls and amenities.

Now, why do people, who have power and wealth would get involve with Underworld?

These people are not ordinary people but the people who are at the top of the regime. Some of them are the well known and loved political leader of their respective countries. As it is easy or lucky to reach the top position once but staying at the top requires sacrifices.

In order to present themselves lawful and righteous, someone has to be a villain. There should be an opponent. Human still needs to be controlled. Then, it is totally fine when the N-number of lives was killed in that process. There should be a terror in their mind and heart and the world needs to be saved from the danger. Especially, if the danger is from someone they don't know or had no idea.

It might have started with a small scale of rebelliousness but as the human life evolves so does these illegal organizations. And the ŀust for power and money took a new turn. As the Ruler of Underworld placed his pawns and slowly occupying these powerful positions one by one. His roots deepened so deep that if there is some retaliation publically, anywhere in their dominating areas then the Underworld could use anyone of hands to crush that. If the issue doesn't resolve politically then there's always an option of terror.

"Huh? Did I asked for too much?" Louis asked seeing Li Louwu's observing him narrowly.

"You're not a spy? Are you? With you're family background and demands, it's really difficult to trust you." Li Louwu said with a smirk, his experienced eyes trying to note something. "If you're then..." he trailed off when Louis's expressions became dark.

"Mr. Li? Let me say this again. I'm a businessman like you. Right now, all I'm interested in is money. And about my requests, you know that I risked my life to complete this mission. And if any details were disclosed. The first one buried alive will be me. We all know what were the stakes. Otherwise, the Prince wouldn't have succeeded. I think you're well aware, the obstacle am I talking about?"