Hangover (2)

Somewhere inside the Underworld facility...

A handsome young human male was drinking whiskey inside a fashioned bar with dim light.

He had fiery red hair and enchanting black eyes. His hair was messy but still looked good on the handsome man. He was wearing a black tuxedo and a black rimmed glasses. His entire being was covered in a cold aura and emitting a fierce killing intent. Even though he was suppressing his aura and killing intent, it was enough to cause the black armored guards in the bar to tremble and start to sweat.

He was relaxedly sitting in the expensive red sofa of the bar while casually and silently drinking his whiskey.

"Sir..." A guard, wearing the same armor as those guards at the entrance of the Underworld Facility, carefully entered the bar. The guard easily kneeled by the young man, even with the heavy armor in his body, "She is here..." He said in a low voice like he was afraid that if any louder it would disturb the peaceful young man.

"Let her in..." He said with a casual tone.

"Yes, sir." The guard stood up and retreated from the bar.

The young man stopped drinking and reached for the cabinet in his right. He opened it and took a small glass cup from inside.

He placed it on the small table in front of him and also took the bucket filled with ice cubes and put it next to the table as well.

After he was done he took the whiskey bottle and filled his cup once again.

"You still enjoy this type of drink." A flirty voice, belonging to a woman, came from the entrance of the bar.

The young man casually lifted his head and looked at the beautiful middle-aged woman with silky, long blonde hair and enchanting blue eyes.

"Ferris Laparte..." The young man casually smiled, "You came sooner than I predicted..."

"Jevil." The woman sat at the sofa opposite of the young man, "It's a pleasure to meet you once again."

"It isn't for me..." He rudely said, not at all affected by the other party's beautiful appearance.

"Brute as always... Completely different from your exterior appearance." She grudgingly mumbled.

"It's because I don't like superficial women, like yourself..." The man used his finger to put his glasses back at the place, "What do you want now? You know I don't have time to play games..."

"Straightforward, I like it." Ferris was wearing a very short skirt and a blouse with an opening at the front that give a full view over her peaks. She flirtatiously inclined forward, revealing the full view to Jevil. She grabbed the whiskey bottle and started to serve herself, "The Letheia Corporation need more... Workers. We lost a lot of them at the Lunar Base 12."

"The Letheia Corporation?" Jevil disdainfully looked at Ferris, "You shouldn't lie to me, you know. I'm very aware that your little puppet, Tepei, is gone and that you abandoned the Lunar Base 12. I rather said it isn't the Letheia Corporation that needs workers, but the Extremist Reef Faction, am I right?"

"You know a lot..." Ferris' eyes flashed with a fierce glint, "Knowing too much it isn't always something good..."

"It isn't..." Jevil inclined forward and forcefully clutched Ferris' chin and moved her closer, "It isn't for those without power to protect themselves." He coldly smiled.

Ferris' eyes became covered with gloom, but still didn't move away from Jevil, "I'm here to make a deal." She decided to open up the game right away, she disliked being around people she couldn't read or manipulate, like Jevil.

"Finally, over with the games and threats." Jevil eased up the hand but still kept his hand in her chin. His finger slowly moved around, "So... What's it?"

"Like I said workers, we need lots of them."

"Not normal workers, I assume..." He chuckled, "I don't work with that kind of thing anymore. I'm a clean businessman now. If you want this kind of... Workers... You should go see the Syndicate."

"I know... But that fat, hideous boss of the Syndicate keep wanting to have his way to me. I feel disgusted just by looking at his lustful eyes."

"He hasn't changed nothing." Jevil gave a low chuckle, "You want me to be the middle man and make the deal..."

"Yes..."

"Declined." Jevil let go of Ferris' chin, "The Central Ocean Faction is watching me like a hawk now that they have full control over the Ark Outpost. And more than that, they gave me a lot of benefits now that the Ark Outpost is going to be completely open. You and me, we are different. I seek profits while still having some moral grounds, but you, you completely seek profits and personal gain, whatever the cost. It's too dangerous to work with you. I prefer making deals with the Central Ocean Faction and Administrator Itsuki."

Ferris' eyes darkened, "Are you sure? Cutting up old ties, just like that?"

"Alright, alright. Don't look at me with those venomous eyes." Jevil helplessly said, "I will help you. One last time. Give me the contact of your messenger. I will send my guy to take him."

Ferris sweetly smiled, "I knew I could count on you." Ferris reached for her PIPS and took a Data Chip out of it, "Here it is his number, personal information, and location."

Jevil took it and connected it on his PIPS, "He is a Novakid?" He slightly exclaimed, "That's rare... For them to work for the Letheia Corporation."

"Correct. He's my favorite pawn."

"Alright... Just for clarification, the money is already with him, right?"

"Yes. You just need to take him and then he will guide you toward the Syndicate's hidden fortress."

"Then... This will be our last time working together." Jevil stood up and showed his hand.

"Unfortunately..." Ferris also stood up and shook hands with Jevil, closing up the deal.

Ferris took her cup of whiskey and started to leave.

"Wait!" Jevil called out from behind, "Can you give me his name. Here on the Data Chip it only shows his Agent number."

"Oh... Sorry. I forgot about that..." Ferris gave a sweet smile toward Jevil, "His name is... Oscar."