Chapter 9: Mission Complete
Better than nothing.
That’s what Wen En thought. He gripped the weightless wooden sword tightly and charged in the direction Romeo had fled.
The people around him rustled and made way, afraid of being knocked over by him.
“Damn it.”
Romeo cursed, grabbing an empty plate from a stunned waiter nearby. Seeing the sword coming down, about to split his head open, he had no choice but to use the empty plate as a shield.
“Bang—”
The ceramic plate and the wooden sword vibrated with a piercing sound at the same time. The plate shattered into two halves, and the wooden sword also broke into two pieces.
No way… the quality is this bad? Wen En clicked his tongue, tossing the wooden sword aside. The sword, which had already cracked in half, shattered into several pieces, completely demoted from a piece of craftsmanship to scrap.
Romeo was not to be outdone.
“Sorry, let me borrow this.”
He took the knife and fork from an old man who was sitting nearby, about to eat a pizza.
“Hey! Can’t you just ask a waiter for your own utensils?” the old man shouted indignantly.
“It’s pizza. You can eat it with your hands.”
With that, Romeo held the knife in his left hand and the fork in his right, and charged towards Wen En.
“Damn it,” Wen En cursed.
The fork now transformed into a cobra’s fangs, curved, sharp, and venomous, striking straight for Wen En’s neck.
Is Romeo trying to kill him?!
Unfortunately for him, he was mistaken. Wen En was not that easy to kill.
Wen En turned sideways and gripped Romeo’s wrist tightly. “Ow—” Romeo cried out, his face contorting. His wrist joint was held in a tight grip, twisted a full one hundred and eighty degrees.
The pain caused Romeo to break out in a cold sweat, and his hand holding the fork unconsciously loosened. The fork fell to the ground.
His other hand, holding the knife, attacked Wen En’s chin from below. Unfortunately, this little trick was detected by Wen En. Wen En deftly dodged the knife. He released the hand that had been gripping Romeo’s wrist, made a fist, and struck upwards.
The fist hit Romeo’s chin with a “thud.” Romeo felt his brain tissue slosh around inside his skull several times. His hand loosened, and the knife fell to the ground. Pain swept from his chin through his entire head. He staggered back several steps, his eyes filled with confusion.
Fortunately, he was an Alpha. His physique and constitution were there. He recovered from the dizziness within a few seconds. He shook his aching hand, clenched his fists, and assumed a boxing stance.
“Come on.”
Wen En waved his hand at him, as if to give him the first move.
Romeo raised an eyebrow. It seems this Beta waiter is very confident in his skills.
After the brief exchange, Romeo, not being an idiot, had realized that this Beta indeed had some training, perhaps from the interstellar army or as a mercenary. In any case, he was no ordinary person.
Alright, since this Beta is giving him the first move, then Romeo…
Of course, he turned and ran!
What a joke. Romeo was no fool. He had no intention of wasting time fighting with him. After all, this wasn’t a movie.
If he couldn’t get that masterpiece of aestheticism, then so be it. At worst, he would refund the client’s deposit. Romeo had no desire to risk getting caught by fighting.
“Stop!”
Seeing Romeo run, Wen En gritted his teeth and chased after him.
He grabbed Romeo’s shoulder. In response, Romeo turned sideways, his elbow striking Wen En’s face like a missile. Wen En was hit squarely, but his professional training as an agent prevented him from letting go of his grip on Romeo.
Seeing this, Romeo tried to hit him with another elbow strike. Unfortunately, Wen En would not make the same mistake twice. He swayed, dodging Romeo’s elbow, and at the same time, powered up his lower body, his knee shooting up like an elevator, straight into Romeo’s abdomen.
Romeo let out a muffled grunt. He suppressed the urge to retch, thinking, Damn it, this Beta is really tough.
“Mr. RV, look what your subordinate has done?!”
The hotel’s manager shrieked at the sight of the debris scattered all over the floor.
Oh, heavens, the hotel’s chairman and shareholders were definitely going to kill him!
RV, standing to the side, supported his forehead. He had told Wen En to keep a low profile. Clearly, no one had taken his words seriously. Things had irrevocably escalated in a high-profile, ostentatious, and violent direction.
On stage, the jazz band that had been playing stopped their instruments and looked at the scene below in a daze.
There were still ten minutes until the auction officially began. But in this situation, it was uncertain whether it could continue.
“Keep playing,” the manager directed from below. The VIP audience was in chaos, and the manager could only hope that the music would soothe the emotions of these wealthy customers.
The lead singer of the band, a curly-haired woman in a silver fringe dress, nodded and gestured for the band to play the next song.
One of the band members, a dark-skinned old man wearing sunglasses, walked up to the lead singer, picked up his saxophone, and began to play.
“Moonlight in the rain
Falls upon my body
Flows into your eyes…”
The lead singer’s voice was as smooth as creamy chocolate. The power of music did have some effect; at least the agitated crowd was not as restless.
“Wen En… never mind.” Glancing at Wen En, who was locked in a fierce battle with Romeo, RV decided not to disturb him.
“Della, how are things on your end?”
RV held his ear, listening to the Bluetooth earpiece, afraid of missing any news. However, there was no response from Della.
Maybe she’s busy, RV thought. He picked up his briefcase, intending to help Wen En deal with Romeo first. As luck would have it, the manager blocked his path at that moment.
“If you ask me, Mr. RV, you really should manage your subordinates better…”
The manager started rambling on again, complaining about Wen En and Della. RV tried to avoid him, but clearly, the manager had no intention of letting him go, constantly blocking his way, trying to instill in him human resource management skills.
“Ugh…”
RV rolled his eyes a million times internally. He couldn’t violently refuse the manager, so he could only suppress his impatience, cross his arms, and listen to the manager’s nagging.
Wen En’s knee drove straight into Romeo’s abdomen. Damn it. Romeo felt a pain as if his spleen, liver, and stomach were being churned. If he didn’t fight back, he would probably collapse from a ruptured liver soon.
He narrowed his eyes, and in the brief moment Wen En’s foot landed, his forehead, like a wrecking ball, powerfully slammed into Wen En’s nose.
As the hardest part of the human skeleton, this blow was a powerful impact.
Wen En subconsciously let go and took two steps back. A winding stream of blood flowed from his nostrils, past his lips, over his chin, and dripped onto the floor.
I have to take him down before he recovers, Romeo thought, his fists moving faster, a left and right hook aimed at Wen En’s chin.
“OH SHIT!”
RV cursed, pushing aside the manager who was blocking him, and was about to go help Wen En. The manager stopped him. “I’m not finished yet, sir. Do you know what respect is?”
RV glared at him and punched him in the chin. The manager’s eyes rolled back. He was very fragile and collapsed to the ground.
Good riddance, this crazy psycho is finally quiet. RV regretted not hitting him sooner.
He looked over at Wen En.
Wen En ducked, dodging Romeo’s right hook. At the same time, he gripped Romeo’s right arm, pulled it down, and threw Romeo over his shoulder, slamming him into a cabinet by the wall. The wooden cabinet shattered under the impact, and the plates inside it also broke all over the floor.
Even so, Romeo didn’t let go. He pulled on Wen En, and his left leg executed a roundhouse kick. Wen En blocked the kick with one arm and, at the same time, seized Romeo’s calf.
Romeo had still underestimated Wen En’s strength. Wen En gripped Romeo’s calf and spun him around like a helicopter, throwing the Alpha like a football.
The Alpha flew through the air and crashed heavily onto a dining table not far away.
Several Alphas had been sitting at the table, playing cards with some Omegas in their arms. Fortunately, they reacted quickly and ran away when they saw the two fighting, otherwise they would have become Romeo’s human cushions.
Alright, it seems Wen En doesn’t need his help over there, RV thought. I wonder how Della is doing.
He walked to the door of the private box Della had entered and knocked. “Hello, your hot tea is here.” After speaking, he turned his head and pressed his ear to the door to listen for any movement inside.
He heard a series of loud impacts, and the door trembled, nearly shattering RV’s eardrum.
The alertness honed by years of mission experience told RV that something was not right. RV took a step back.
The door was suddenly slammed open with a “bang—,” and two people, tangled together in a fight, rolled out.
“Heavens!”
The people around were startled.
“Della!”
RV was also startled.
Della had cuts and blood on her face. She was straddling Claire, punching her in the face. Claire was not to be outdone, and with a kick of her back leg, she sent Della to the ground.
Seeing that Claire was about to start pummeling Della in return, RV absolutely could not let her succeed.
RV glanced at a brass candelabra with an intricate design on a nearby table. An idea came to him.
“Della, catch!”
RV grabbed the candelabra and threw it towards Della.
The clever Della immediately understood RV’s meaning. She caught the candelabra, gripped its handle with both hands, narrowed her eyes, and swung it like a baseball player aiming for a baseball.
The candelabra struck Claire’s face heavily. Claire’s body, like a water snake, swayed and spun twice before collapsing to the ground, motionless.
“Claire!”
Romeo, out of the corner of his eye, saw Claire fall and cried out. But soon, he had no time to worry about whether Claire was dead or alive.
Wen En was on his back, grabbing his head and slamming it into the ground like a basketball. Wen En must have been furious. His strength was so great that the Alpha’s forehead hit the tile floor, cracking the tiles.
After several slams, Wen En clearly felt the Alpha’s struggling strength disappear. Wen En checked the Alpha’s neck.
Hmm, there’s still a pulse. Not dead, probably just passed out.
Wen En breathed a sigh of relief. He stood up, grabbed the Alpha by the collar, and dragged his body over to RV.
Wen En glanced at Claire, who was also unconscious on the ground, and said:
“Mission complete.”
