- Quality Brother Time II

(Mature content.)

Frizz continued walking and turned left, hearing several moans from the above floor and briefly noticing the receptionist ducking behind the counter. He takes out a pipe wrench from behind and wields it in his left hand, slowly approaching the receptionist. "I saw you, man, too late," he loudly whispered.

The sultry music from the overhead speakers grew louder, then the receptionist popped up with a silenced pistol. *Pop!* *Pop!* *Pop!* *Pop!* *Pop!* *Pop!* *Pop!* *Pop!*

The spray of the silenced pistol crackled within the building, providing an almost silent barrage. The receptionist stopped firing, breathing hard as his vision focused on the invading man in front of him. "What?"

Frizz dodged most of the bullets by shifting and turning, only two impacting his chest and shoulder. Thanks to his telekinetic force field, however, they did no damage, only causing a slight vibration. The pipe wrench shot forward, slamming into the silenced pistol, shattering it on impact, before connecting with the receptionist's chest.

"Guh!" The receptionist grunted, collapsing and falling unconscious.

"Shit. Fuck." Frizz patted himself, along with his face. "I'm okay, haha." He stammered, walking forward and spotting the downed receptionist.

(Ha! I did it, guns are useless to me now!) He thought, grinning.

"I am now almost immune to conventional firearms!" 

"YES!" He loudly celebrated his victory, going over the desk and repeatedly stomping the receptionist's legs.

"Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!"

The door behind the receptionist's desk opened, and Frizz was struck in the head with a crowbar, causing him to turn his head with a raised brow.

(I didn't dodge that time.) He thought as he swung a backhanded fist at his attacker, staggering and making them drop the crowbar.

Another man from behind the door trained a gun at Frizz but he instantly pushed the man he just punched towards him, knocking them both to the floor. *Thud!*

Frizz approached and yanked the pistol away, lightly kicking their heads, causing them to fall unconscious. He looks forward and spots three wide monitors with live feeds of what's happening on the floor above.

"Disgusting," he muttered, furrowing his brows.

He saw a volume knob and turned down the annoyingly loud, sultry music. Then, he took a seat and observed one of the monitors.

Each showed four split-screened live feeds of the occupied rooms, where lewd acts were openly displayed. (They can't even respect their customers' privacy. No honor among scumbags, I guess.)

Frizz stood up, telekinetically attracting the fallen pipe wrench into his hand before dismantling the monitors and CPUs. "I wish I had a fire spell or something." *Crack!* *Crack!* *Crack!* 

Frizz left the surveillance room, heading upstairs.

(Only two floors above, and each floor has six rooms. Sweeping shouldn't be a problem.)

Ten minutes later...

One by one, Frizz silently entered the occupied rooms, knocking out the men while yanking away the young women, ordering them to clean themselves and stay near the receptionist's desk. He walked with the last young woman, guiding her downstairs and grouping her with the rest of the young women.

Frizz scanned them, briefly looking at each one and noting their undamaged complexions. (They don't abuse them that much, at least.) The young women looked around, spotting their handlers knocked out on the floor.

"Ahem, are all of you here by force?" Frizz asked, catching all their attention. "Here because you have to pay debts? Here because you thought it was not a 'servicing' job? Or just here because you were kidnapped or sold?" The huddled group of young women before him just looked at each other, unsure of what to say.

"This is a police raid, an investigation. The cops will be here soon." As soon as he said that, relief spread across several faces.

"Thank God." A young woman, no more than twenty-three years old, exclaimed. "I was forced here; they told me I would just serve customers, but they forced me to—"

"I understand; no need to continue." Frizz waved. "You're all okay; the police will be here soon," he declared to the women as he hurriedly went out and gestured for his brother, who was waiting outside, to call the police.

"Oh thank god, he's okay." Weng muttered, pulling out a burner phone and calling the police and informing them about an illegal brothel that's been taken down.

Frizz approached the young women, smiling beneath the mask and feeling happy for his accomplishment. (Stronger, I need to be stronger soon.)

"The cameras aren't working anymore; I broke them all. If I were you, I'd go to the cash register or their desks and divide all the cash you found between yourselves," Frizz suggested.

"Before all the other investigators come, I wouldn't blame you, but just keep it to yourselves."

Some of the women jolted into action, immediately raiding the cash register, while the rest remained still. "Once the police gets here, I want you all to cooperate. Tell everything you know, after this the cycle of abuse will stop and you can all get a decent better life."

Frizz walked out, feeling content with himself and waving at his older brother. Then a familiar chime caught his attention.

[System]

New Name is now level 13.

Select a perk: [Soothing Touch II], [Interloper], [Sweet Tooth], [Picturesque], [Silent Observer].

"Damn, bad perks this time," Frizz muttered, rolling his eyes. "What the hell is interloper or picturesque? What are these choices? They suck," he thought as his older brother suddenly grabbed his arms.

"We need to get out of here fast; the police will come, and they will know you're responsible. An even worse situation is that these scumbags called back up. We need to leave now," Weng declared, huffing and running away.

Frizz ran with his older brother, keeping pace, but his thoughts were currently distracted.

"System, give me soothing touch." 

Weng looked back. "What!?" he said as they both headed towards the main road; several cars sped past them, heading to the brothel.

(Those must be the back up!) Weng concluded, as he desperately increased his speed.

[System]

New name received: [Soothing Touch II]

Displaying descriptions: The perk user's touch now provides a deeper sense of calm, easing tension, anxiety, and mild emotional distress more effectively. Mental tranquility increases at a faster rate as long as physical contact is maintained.

(Situationally useful, but whatever.) Frizz thought as his older brother stopped to regain his breath.

"We can commute from here; ride a bus," Weng remarked, waiting for the bus.

[System]

Fighter perk upgrade: [✬All About Me II✬]

Description: Single-target buffs granted to the perk user are moderately boosted and have an increased duration effect.

Fighter skill upgrade:

Description: Upon targeting an entity with this skill, a probability counter is displayed, showing the possibility of a victory. The targeted entity's current afflictions are also displayed.

White Knight perk upgrade: [✬White Knight's Resolve II✬]

Description: The perk user moderately resists most negative effects and debuffs.

White Knight skill upgrade:

Description: Moderately heals wounds, stops bleeding, and reduces pain through maintained physical contact. The supplied nutrients are more effective, enhancing natural recovery further.

*Tssh!* The sound of a bus braking. "Let's go." Weng huffed, looking in the direction of the brothel with a worried expression.

"System, show me my current skills," Frizz whispered as he got on the bus and sat close to his brother. 

[System]

[Fighter] = , , ,

[White Knight] = ,

"System, my current stats." 

[System]

Name: New Name

Level: 13

Experience: 90/200

Health: 54/54 (+8) [RF+2] [IP+6]

Mana: 51/51

Fatigue: 16/100 (peak)

Class: [Fighter]

Subclass: [White Knight]

Physical Prowess = [barely superhuman]

Magical Prowess = [average human]

Mental Prowess = [below average human]

Telekinetic Prowess = [experienced]

Perks: [Serene Life], [Righteous Fury], [Gluttonous Approach], [Telekinetic Bulwark II], [Alcoholic Advantage], [Mark of Decrepitude], [Iron Peak], [Chameleon], [Survivor], [Soothing Touch II], [Poisonous Words], [Intimidation], [✬Efficient Recovery✬], [✬Single Minded Fool✬], [✬Unique Battle Sense II✬], [✬All About Me II✬], [✬White Knight's Resolve II✬], [✬White Knight's Constitution✬]

Talents: None

Frizz exhaled, content with what he saw. "What did I say, Weng?" he grabbed the attention of his older brother. "Easy pickings, eh?"

Weng sighed, jittering and clutching his phone. "That was something, Frizz." He turns to his younger sibling and smiles.

Frizz could tell that Weng was exhilarated and anxious but couldn't tell which current feeling dominated. He placed his left hand on his older brother's shoulder, activating a perk. "Try not to think about it." 

Weng felt refreshed, like his worries were slowly fading away. He turns to his brother, confused, but soon realizes that it was the work of his perk. Weng chuckled; the stress from his work and present worry soon vanished, and a rejuvenating feeling soon enveloped him.

"You could earn a lot of money from this," Weng commented, winking.

"Imagine it, a PTSD war veteran who underwent several therapies and self-improvement but still can't forget the trauma he went through. Then you come in." Weng pointed to Frizz.

"You place your hand on their shoulder, then after a few minutes, bam!"

"Psychiatrists and pharmacies hate him! See how local idiot CURES PTSD with ONE SIMPLE TRICK!" Weng snickered, referencing an old meme. Frizz laughed, jokingly nudging his brother.