YM778.TV Chapter 273: Risk Taker
His face twisted with anger, and his eyes burned with fury as he glared at the massacre unfolding on the monitors before him.
"What\'s happening? Why can\'t you stop a single mercenary?" Vincent roared over the phone, scolding his security team.
Pantheon HQ had its own private army for situations like this, but now his security was telling him they couldn\'t stop the attacker because he was just too strong.
He watched the footage more closely and finally understood what was happening.
The attacker had at least a Diamond or maybe even the Black Rank by mercenary standards.
Mercenaries of this caliber could only be found only in Tier 1 cities, and each one was a prideful and egotistic individual, beyond even Vincent\'s status to hire.
"Enter the emergency code, send more people, and activate the unmanned combat robots we bought from EDGE TECH INDUSTRY for emergencies," he ordered, his voice pissed and urgent.
He had been looking forward to enjoying himself after securing a quality woman, but before he could even take advantage of her body, someone had dared to attack his building.
\'Who would want to attack me? No, who would dare? I have the Chamber of Commerce Protection,\' he thought to himself.
He began to ponder, realizing there were very few who would dared to attempt a direct assassination against him.
Even the new group opposing the Chamber of Commerce wouldn\'t risk such a controversial move.
\'Could it be?\'An idea struck his mind, and he hurriedly ran to another room.
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His office had a private bedroom where he took advantage of women he liked.
As he opened the door, he saw Cyril, still weak and groggy from being drugged.
She looked at him with frustration, thinking of biting her tongue off rather than give her self to a pig like Vincent.
But her mouth was stuffed with a red ball gag strapped around her head, preventing her from biting, and her hands were tied down securely.
Surrounding Cyril were a bunch of toys like whips, chains, handcuffs, and other items that Vincent would use to sadistically stimulate a woman.
"Who\'s backing you, bitch?" Vincent snarled as he stormed towards her. He grabbed her hair roughly, yanking her head back.
His eyes were filled with fury, and his knuckles turned white as he tightened his grip, forcing her to meet his intense gaze.
She was the only new variable in this whole situation, so he suspected her right away.
He couldn\'t understand how a woman of her status could afford to hire a mercenary of that caliber. However, there was a possibility that an influential and powerful individual, enamored by her beauty, had sent the mercenary to rescue her.
Cyril winced in pain, her eyes reflecting her disgust and defiance .
SLAP!
Vincent slapped her face hard in anger, sending her crashing to the floor.
"You think you can make fun of me ? I own you !" he roared.
SLAP!
He hit her again, pinning her to the ground. The stress had made him snap, fueling his aggression even more.
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
He ended up hitting her a dozen times, his rage driving each blow harder than the last.
Being a divergent, she could endure more hits, but the drugs rendered her unable to muster enough strength to completely ignore it.
All those attacks had left her face red, with blood streaming from her nose.
"Bitch, after I\'m done with the problem outside, you\'ll regret ever defying me, I\'ll used your body and then sell you to my friends " he chuckled pervertedly, spitting on her face before pushing it back to the ground.
On the floor, Cyril tried her best to not cry
\'So, I\'m being treated like an object again,\' she thought.
She had hoped to escape that life, to live in peace, but human greed always seemed to track her down.
If only there was someone who wouldn\'t see her as just an object, someone who would appreciate her for who she was—her personality, not just her beauty. She longed for that kind of happiness and contentment.
In her moment of weakness, she recalled a person.
\'Would he save me if he were here?\' she wondered, but quickly dismissed the idea. \'Why would he risk his life for someone he barely knew?\' she added, but thinking about him made her calm down a little.
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CRACK!
The glass entrance to the building shattered as Reign forced himself inside, his power armor suits now coated in red blood, a visual proof to the lives he had taken to reach this point.
Waiting for him were advanced unmanned robots, humanoid in form and standing at 8 feet tall.
They wielded giant blades crackling with electricity. Each robot had a futuristic design, with over sized, mechanical arms and intricate details that gave them a menacing presence.
Their central eye or sensor, prominently displayed on their head, glowed with red light, adding to their intimidating appearance.
The white metallic sheen of their bodies reflected the sparks from their electrified blades, making them look more powerful.
There were twelve of them in total, each also equipped with a peculiar rectangular-barreled gun alongside their electric blade, which added to the strange and formidable sight.
But Reign did not even feel any threat; he was more concerned with the aftermath of all of this.
He was risking everything to save her, and the funny part was that he didn\'t know why. He simply couldn\'t bear the thought of her being hurt.
\'I\'m really acting out of character,\' he sighed. If it was the normal him, he would only went with this kind of approach if he was serious about destroying the whole city.
But today, his mind was muddled by the thoughts of her well-being.
\'Time to end this fast,\'
Reign wasted no time and bent his knee for a dash.
The robots raised their guns in response and unleashed a sudden heat wave that forced him to jump in the air.
The intense blast struck a pillar behind him, instantly blackening it from the heat.
Before he could even land, the remaining eleven robots bombarded him with their heat wave guns, forcing him to slice through the air with his dagger to accelerate his fall speed.
As he landed, he dashed forward with increased force, putting more weight behind his attack.
His blade connected with the closest robot . It cut through the metal casing like a hot knife through butter, slicing vertically from top to bottom.
The robot\'s components sputtered and sparked as it split cleanly into two parts, which thudded heavily to the ground before exploding.
These things were still nothing to him. He twirled his dagger, rotating it skillfully between his fingers to readjust his grip.
The remaining enemies attempted to surround him, but he moved like master of combat.
He parried incoming strikes with his dagger, countering with precise slashes.
One by one, he destroyed them, exploiting weaknesses in their wide attacks.
Sparks flew as he dispatched them one by one, until only silence and the faint smell of burnt metal remained in the aftermath of his wrath.