Master, This Slave is Ready to Work

The glint in the man's eyes was of pure amusement. He had seen a lot of women getting harmed before, but he rarely saw some of the smaller ones fight back. Even if she didn't succeed in her first attempt, she still gave him a chance to attack…

Without killing her.

"I like brave girls." He smirked and reached down to pluck the knife out without much effort. Even if it was not advisable as she would bleed out, he still did so. After all, he placed his fingers on the wound and cauterized it out of sight. All the girl felt was like a lighter was stuck to her stab wound.

"You can safely take her to the hospital. Just say you used a lighter." He didn't throw the cook but waited for Ainsley to collect her instead. After that, he pocketed his hands in his brown long coat and went to kick the writhing man to a supine position.

A quick stomp at the man's chest broke his ribs and perhaps punctured his heart. The newcomer then sneered and left as if there was no dead body in his wake.

"Who was that? He's hot." At this, Ainsley felt like dropping the cook who commented.

Ainsley could only carry his cook friend while supporting the other girl who sprained her foot. They would only call in the murder later, perhaps when they were already in the hospital. As for who that newcomer was, they didn't really think of it for now. They would leave that to the police.

…

The next morning, Sinclair came to Ainsley's place earlier than Ainsley could wake up. Not only was he out drinking last night, but he was also held up at the hospital for answering the questions of the nurses and the police. The ringing doorbell irritated the sleeping man, forcing him to get up.

"Who's there?" Ainsley opened the door and answered in his sleepwear. Since it was Sinclair, he didn't panic at all. He was only eyeing the man who was raising a brow at him.

"You answer doors in your underwear now?" How fun. Never did he think that his friend had the courage to display his cheap-looking heart-printed boxers. Sinclair only snorted and forced himself inside as Ainsley stepped back slowly. He then closed the door behind him and sniffed close to Ainsley as if confirming something. "You still reek of alcohol. You haven't showered yet?"

The friend only remained quiet as he actually walked the hallway with his eyes closed. He made a beeline back to his bed and attempted to sleep again. His body landed on the mattress with a thump, and Sinclair soon sat at the edge, looking down at the sleepyhead.

Seeing that he was being ignored, Sinclair only huffed as he placed a box in front of Ainsley. "After going through the harsh competition, it seemed that my gift was not worth it. I might as well keep this limited edition pre-ordered unit…" He continued to brag about the specifications of the smartphone he placed on the bed.

"Is that for me?" Ainsley popped an eye open and saw the phone from the photo of the case. It was a high-end gaming phone from the brand that Ainsley liked but could not buy. His hand quickly moved to grab the case, but Sinclair moved it from his hand. "I thought that was for me!"

"It was, only if you begged—"

"Master, this slave is ready to work to the bone!" Even if Ainsley's head was spinning from the hangover and his body was aching for some reason, he still went to kneel on his knees and knock his forehead against the mattress of the bed.

With a snort, Sinclair only placed the case back for Ainsley to receive like a crab. "Where were you last night? I came to see you so late at night."

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, Daddy?" The man returned to normal as he went to inspect the beautiful phone that Sinclair bought him. "I went to drink with my high school friends. Someone attacked us on our way home, so I was… in the hospital again. Why do I feel like it's trying to lure me back inside?! I don't want to be hospitalized again!"

"Daddy?" Sinclair's eye twitched, but he only shook his head. "What happened exactly?"

However, after hearing of the encounter, Sinclair frowned deeply. It couldn't be the sober Roth, could it? How weird. "Did he hurt you? The scary man?"

Ainsley shook his head even if his eyes were glittering as the phone started up. "No. He even helped my friend. He really looks like you in the dark. Do you have any brothers I don't know about?"

"I don't want you to meet them, but you'll see them soon." Sinclair only sighed. How could this best friend be a magnet of disaster all of a sudden? Surely, it wasn't brought by the dragon's heart, was it? No, this man had been unlucky for a long time. His only luck was getting spoiled by the great Sinclair King.

"Sinco…" All of a sudden, Ainsley's mood dropped as he placed the phone back inside the case. "Can you help me get tested for that disease today? I want to know for sure if I'm really clean. I don't want you to get infected through me if it was contagious?"

Sinclair only laughed out in such a derisive tone before flicking Ainsley's aching forehead, earning a cuss from the other man. "You went to drink last night, and you want to get your blood tested today? How stupid!" He then shook his head before calming down under Ainsley's murderous glare.

With a dismissive hand, he continued, "No need. I already got them to do it. I can send the results to you. After all, you were right about something."

"I was?"

"The disease is not natural. The syndrome is a withdrawal symptom of a certain drug. As for what it is, I am still trying to find out." Sinclair only looked down at the friend who was stunned at the results. "Unless you take it, you won't get 'infected'; neither will I.

"Leo, some of your friends had been exhibiting the symptoms. Do you know of something that they take that could have been causing this?" Sinclair asked as Ainsley was close to almost everyone in his office. Perhaps, there was a time that they asked him to take a taste.