bullyxtreme Chapter 32 Assassination
Chapter 32 Assassination
"Gentlemen, congratulations on our victory!"
De Bo Grand Hotel, top floor private room.
The tall man, holding his wine glass high, greeted the nobles around him and then downed the expensive wine in one gulp.
The surrounding nobles raised their glasses, their usual gloomy expressions replaced by relaxed smiles.
For them, this seemingly flawless frame-up has brought the conflict between Melusin and humanity to a full-blown point, and even with Navelette's extraordinary abilities, she cannot escape unscathed.
For a moment, the atmosphere was filled with the clinking of glasses and toasts.
"Gentlemen, please enjoy dessert."
The waiter, wearing a white hat, bowed his head and respectfully served each person at the table with carefully prepared desserts. He then bowed slightly and left the room.
One of the noblemen, dressed in a tailcoat, elegantly took a bite, and then feigned regret, saying:
"Tsk, this tastes really not as good as the desserts at Maple Dew Cafe."
"Hahahaha, once we drive away that damned Supreme Judge, we'll forcibly conscript that ungrateful cook to make desserts. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"
"Haha, well said, Count."
"Eating dessert is such a wonderful thing."
However, their wild laughter did not last long.
"Uh...uh..."
The count, sitting at the head of the table, suddenly grabbed his own neck, his eyes rolling upwards, blood and foam constantly gushing from the corners of his mouth, and he was clearly barely breathing.
"thump"
The count's body fell heavily onto the dining table, the overturned wine glass spilling deep red wine onto his chest, making it particularly striking and horrifying.
"Someone poisoned me!"
The surrounding nobles' expressions changed drastically, but before they could react, the poison in the dessert took effect quickly.
In an instant, the private room transformed into a living hell.
The nobles' cries for help were tightly blocked inside their carefully chosen soundproof room, not a single whimper escaped.
The site of the conspiracy was instantly transformed into a cemetery for nobles, with the main focus being on green recycling and reuse.
Only when there was no further movement from inside the room did the door slowly open, and the waiter who had just left returned and slowly stepped inside.
Inside the private room, as far as the eye could see, there were corpses lying haphazardly, their deaths gruesome and terrifying, interspersed with overturned wine glasses and dishes, and table legs leaning askew, creating an eerie and horrifying scene.
"Ah."
A soft, cold laugh rang out, and the waiter removed his hat, which was pulled down low, slowly revealing Mu Feng's face beneath the brim.
……
Half an hour ago, under the pretense of visiting his father, Chef Andrew, Mu Feng successfully infiltrated the De Bo Grand Hotel.
However, instead of searching for his father, he secretly hid near the private room at the aristocratic gathering.
When the waiter responsible for delivering desserts arrived, Mu Feng seized the opportunity to give him a loving hug. He then skillfully completed a series of actions, including changing clothes, disguising himself, and drugging the waiter, and even made a cameo appearance as a Fontainebleau death-bringer.
Codename: Mountain Piercer, Mission Accomplished!
After closing the door behind him, Mu Feng swiftly kicked down the "fish that slipped through the net" he had left behind, then drew the longsword he had forged from the mechanical workshop and held it to the other man's neck.
"Do not kill me!"
The nobleman who was kicked down tried to struggle and escape, but when the sharp blade was only an inch away from his neck, he chose to follow his heart.
There's an old saying in Liyue: "Those who go to the west are heroes."
There's no shame in being forced to act against your will.
"tell me,"
"Where is the original water of the womb?"
Mu Feng's cold words startled the nobleman, but he pretended to be confused and tried to get away with it.
"This hero, I don't..."
The sword was several inches closer, its cold tip already touching the nobleman's skin; another inch closer and blood would splatter everywhere.
The nobleman stared in horror at the seemingly emotionless assassin before him, barely managing to swallow.
Looking around at his comrades who had died tragically, he had no doubt that the killing machine in front of him would mercilessly plunge the blade into his own throat.
Under the threat of death, the nobleman tearfully revealed their entire plan, even exposing the secrets of the other nobles present, all for the sake of survival.
It's better to die for a fellow Daoist than for a poor one, especially since they're already dead.
Amen, may the Lord bless you.
"Young hero, spare my life, and I promise to turn over a new leaf."
Without any instruction, the nobleman performed a 360-degree sliding kneel to apologize, but the moment he lowered his head, a sinister expression was revealed.
Damn it, you're dead the moment I leave here.
"Oh? Okay."
Mu Feng sneered, pretending not to see the other party's expression, and feigned tolerance in granting the nobleman's request.
"Thanks……"
The nobleman looked up in ecstasy, but before he could utter a word of flattery, a gleaming blade pierced his heart without any resistance.
Her startled gaze shifted a few inches upward, only to meet Mu Feng's mocking and indifferent eyes.
"you……"
Blood rushed to his throat, and the nobleman's hand gripping the sword hilt slowly and helplessly fell to his sides. His venomous eyes gradually lost focus, and his body twitched a few times before falling still.
Worried that his noble brother might not be completely dead and was suffering while still alive, Mu Feng kindly turned the sword hilt a few times, continuing the fine tradition of eliminating all traces of the enemy in a certain fantasy novel.
However, considering the man's last small wish before his death, Mu Feng thoughtfully provided him with a neck-upper amputation surgery and magnanimously declined any extra tip.
True? A complete change of heart in a physical sense.
Even a certain five-star pink-haired junior reporter from later generations, who wished to remain anonymous, commented in this way:
From ancient times to the present, I have never seen such a person who keeps his promises; even Satan should get his name tattooed on his back.
Using the clothes on the corpse to wipe the blood off the sword, Mu Feng sheathed the sword, locked the door of the private room to prevent the corpse from being discovered too early, and then jumped out of the window to leave.
Under the cover of the boundless night, a figure swiftly fled in the direction the nobleman had just indicated, quickly disappearing at the end of the street...
But dawn is still far from coming.
……
The next morning, the shocking massacre of an entire noble family in Fontaine was exposed, causing a huge uproar.
None of the nobles who were feasting at the Grand Hotel de Bois that night survived, and their deaths were extremely gruesome. Their bodies were not discovered by cleaning staff until the early hours of the next day.
The common people were naturally delighted that the nobles who usually bullied and monopolized the market had all died, but the other nobles felt a sense of dread.
As a result, under pressure from the remaining minor nobles, the members of the special patrol team suddenly found themselves under immense pressure.
But just when they were at their wits' end and had no other options, an even more astonishing piece of news arrived.
The culprit behind the case has turned himself in.