Twilight Organization (2)

Escaped? What do you mean, wait, how is that possible?" Sera exclaimed, disbelief evident in her voice.

August sighed, rubbing his temples. "Now the Hendersons will cause chaos in the kingdom."

"No surprise there," Lagertha muttered, her voice heavy with disappointment.

The Hendersons were one of the most powerful noble families in the Atlantian Kingdom. Their influence was far-reaching, and their potential for disruption was significant.

Well, what happens now?" Sera asked, her voice filled with uncertainty.

"We don't know," Neo replied, a wry smile playing on his lips. "What we do know is that Erik Lawman is now a wanted man. I never thought he would defy the kingdom to save one girl."

"Well, that's that," Lagertha said, dismissing the matter. "We have more pressing concerns, like the Fernir brothers."

August shook his head. "There's no need to worry about them, Lagertha. They pose no threat to the kingdom."

The others nodded in agreement.

Lagertha, however, was not convinced. "You're blinded by their charm," she retorted. "I'm sure they're plotting something big, something we're not aware of." With a huff, she stormed out of the room.

Neo shrugged. "As expected," he murmured. "If we don't support her obsession with Arthur and Armon Fernir, she always causes trouble."

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In the dimly lit, smoky interior of the Goon's Bar, a diverse crowd of men and women were lost in their own revelry. At a secluded table, Mr. Hawk, a formidable figure with a muscular build and a pair of intimidating black bull tattoos, sat with two unexpected visitors. 

With his dark sunglasses and short-sleeved shirt, he exuded an air of power and menace. His two burly guards, mirroring his imposing stature, stood nearby, ready to enforce his will. 

Mr. Hawk, the undisputed ruler of the Ligens territory, regarded his visitors with a curious smile. He was intrigued to know what had brought these two to his humble establishment.

Mr. Hawk puffed on his cigar, the smoke curling lazily into the air. "Well, well, well," he drawled, a sly smile playing on his lips. "What a surprise to see you here, John Lancaster."

The visitor, a man with a striking appearance, sat across from him. He had dark hair that fell to his shoulders, and his dark eyes held a certain intensity. His red suit, a bold statement, contrasted sharply with the dimly lit bar. 

"Greetings, Mr. Hawk," John Lancaster said, a polite smile gracing his lips. 

Mr. Hawk nodded in acknowledgment, his gaze shifting to the other visitor. "And you are?" he inquired.

The other man, dressed in a brown jacket and a brown hat, stepped forward. "Diego, Diego Sandreas. Amigo," he introduced himself with a warm smile, tipping his hat slightly. His face was framed by a light beard.

"Please, have a seat," Mr. Hawk offered, gesturing towards the chairs. 

He leaned back, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "So, what do you need, my dear friends?"

John crossed his legs, a confident expression on his face. "We need supplies, weapons, potions—the usual."

Mr. Hawk raised an eyebrow, a puzzled look crossing his face. "You can't afford to buy them?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. His guards chuckled at the implication.

John chuckled in response. "Buying large quantities of weapons and potions would raise suspicion. I'm sure you understand." 

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Mr. Hawk nodded in agreement. "Well, you don't expect me to give this to you for free," he grinned.

John chuckled. "Of course, who do you think I am?" He gestured to Diego, who handed him two bags filled with yokiris. "Here, two bags of yokiris, in exchange for what we need."

Yokiris is the world currency. One bag of it fills up to a hundred thousand.

Having two bags makes it two hundred thousand of course this is reasonable deal for John but it depends on Mr hawk decision to agree or not.

"So what do you say amigo?" Diego said.

Mr. Hawk tapped his fingers on the table, a sly grin spreading across his face. "What I want is Eighty percent of your wealth, John Lancaster. Consider it a fee for the risk and resources involved in acquiring these high-grade weapons and potions. It won't be easy, you know. It'll require some careful planning and execution."

John and Diego exchanged a tense glance. The price was exorbitant, especially considering the value of two bags of yokiris, each worth a hundred thousand. 

"I believe the price me and Diego here decided will save you the trouble. Having 80% of my wealth is crazy talk," John said, a confident smile playing on his lips.

Mr. Hawk chuckled, his eyes narrowing. "Well, then you'll suffer the consequences."

"We'll deal with those consequences," John replied, unfazed. "It was nice talking to you. Let's go, Diego." He turned to leave, carrying one of the bags of yokiris.

"What makes you think you can just leave?" Mr. Hawk growled, his voice laced with menace. "When someone comes here to strike a deal, it's on my terms. You thought you could just waltz in and dictate the terms? Think again."

Twenty burly guards, identical to Mr. Hawk's henchmen, emerged from the shadows, their muscles rippling with anticipation. A tense silence filled the room as the two groups faced off.

John sighed as he dropped the bag of yokiris. Diego brought out a brown cigar, light it up and took a puff.

"So it has come to this huh? Well then, shall we?" John said with a smile on his face.

Diego brought out two hand guns called the derringer and fired multiple bullets towards the guards that dares to attack them.

A card tattoo appeared on the back of John's hand, and a playing card materialized between his fingers. With a flick of his wrist, he hurled the card at one of the guards. The card sliced through the air, impaling the guard with deadly accuracy. 

"H-how did he do that? Wait, he is an evolved one! Oh damn it, I wasn't aware that a Lancaster had abilities," Mr. Hawk muttered to himself, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead. 

Twenty guards lay sprawled on the floor, victims of Diego's rapid fire. John, with a chillingly calm demeanor, had swiftly dispatched another guard with a single, deadly throw of his card.

A stunned silence descended upon the bar. No one dared to make a sound, their eyes fixed on the two intruders. 

John approached Mr. Hawk, a confident smile playing on his lips. "I told you we'll deal with those consequences," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "I feel it's time for someone to take over this place."

He turned to Diego, who was reloading his derringers. "What do you think, Diego?"

Diego nodded in agreement. "Not a bad idea at....."

Before he could finish his sentence, Mr. Hawk lunged forward, a wicked glint in his eyes. He pulled out a hidden knife, aiming for John's back. 

However, Diego was quicker. He blew smoke from his derringers and fired. A single bullet struck Mr. Hawk in the stomach, sending him crashing to the floor. 

"Sensational," John said, a triumphant smile gracing his lips. "Hey, would you like to work for me or him? Even if you decide to work for him, you'll end up like him." He gestured towards Mr. Hawk's lifeless body. 

The guards, witnessing their leader's demise, stared at John in stunned silence. Their fear was palpable. 

"The choice is yours," John said, his voice calm but firm. 

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The remaining guards, five of them, nodded in agreement. "We'll work for you, boss," one of them declared.

A triumphant smile spread across John's face. "Good choice," he remarked. "You will all be the outer members of the Twilight Organization."