Chapter 56: Hundred Feet Bug

Swan Lake Hotel.

Allen grabbed a handful of money, tossed it at the woman beside him, and said, "Take the money, put on your clothes, and leave!"

"Boss, it's so late…" she protested.

"Get out right now. Stop this nonsense," he snapped.

"Hmph, you men are all the same…"

The woman glared at Allen angrily. Seeing his rising temper, she quickly gathered the money from the bed and left the room.

Clap!

Allen lit a cigarette and stood in front of the French window, staring out at the city lights beyond the hotel.

He didn't know why, but for some reason, he suddenly felt unsettled.

After his plan to take down the Queenie Group had failed, and after losing his own Beauty Group, he had been in a constant state of unease.

However, the Duke of Southern River was now protecting the Queenie Group, and he knew he could still fight back.

A few days ago, Allen had accidentally made contact with a killer group and hired two killers—Black and White Ghosts.

The thought of Queenie and her kept man meeting their end soon thrilled him.

But…

After the excitement wore off, Allen found himself feeling inexplicably troubled.

He wasn't sure why.

He smoked several cigarettes, but the feeling of unease lingered.

"Forget it," he muttered to himself, "Maybe it's just because it's my first time hiring killers. I'm not used to it."

He tried to comfort himself, but just as he was about to lie back in bed, his brow furrowed.

Huh?

There was something outside the window!

An eagle?

A kite?

No…

Oh my God, it was a person!

Allen froze as he confirmed the terrifying sight of a figure lying outside the window.

The hotel was more than thirty stories tall!

Bang!

The window shattered, and the figure outside crashed into the room. Allen's eyes widened in shock.

"It's you!" he gasped.

The young man standing before him was one of the targets Allen had hired the killers to eliminate—the kept man of Queenie, John.

"How can… Are you a human, or a ghost?" Allen stammered, unable to believe his eyes.

"I already let you go once, but you, hundred-foot worm, still came after me. I think you have a death wish," John's voice was cold and detached.

With one swift movement, John grabbed Allen's head with one hand and punched down hard on the top of his skull, delivering a fatal blow.

Allen's life ended in an instant, and he was gone from this world without even uttering a scream.

Not long after, several hotel staff rushed in, but Allen was nowhere to be found. All they saw were broken glass and ashes.

"What happened?" they murmured, their faces filled with fear.

Greenland Villa.

Alice was anxious.

She had checked on her elder sisters and found them sleeping soundly, but when she looked in John's room, he was nowhere to be found.

The room was neat and tidy.

There were no signs of a struggle.

As Alice was about to go out and search for John, she heard a gentle voice coming from the window: "Alice, are you worried about me?"

"Little John…"

Alice jumped out of the window and hugged John tightly.

The Next Day.

Warm sunlight poured into the room.

When Queenie woke up, she found that Alice was missing and assumed she had gone to work.

She went about her morning routine as usual.

But when she returned to the living room, she happened to catch Alice sneaking out of John's room.

"Hi, sister… you're awake," Alice said, nervously.

"Ah! Alice, what have you done with John?" Queenie screamed, her face filled with disbelief. Despite her strictness, she never expected to miss something like this.

"What's wrong? Sister, why are you shouting so early in the morning? That's not like you at all," Alice said, trying to act casual.

Tracy, still drowsy and in her pajamas, emerged from her room. She stretched, her beautiful form becoming fully visible as she extended her arms.

Queenie looked at her with a complex expression. "Ask Alice herself. She secretly went to John's room last night while we were asleep."

"Huh?" Tracy blinked, suddenly waking up.

A single man and a single woman, living in the same room, spending the night together… Everyone could imagine what might have happened.

Tracy rushed into John's room.

Queenie seemed to have thought of something. She ran in after her and started inspecting John's sheets carefully.

John, who had been peacefully sleeping, woke up feeling disoriented.

His dream was just about to reach its climax when he suddenly found himself standing on the ground, feeling as if his very soul had been yanked from him.

"Two beautiful sisters, what are you doing touching my bed?" John asked, perplexed.

The two women ignored him and continued to check every corner of the bed, unwilling to miss a single detail.

When they saw there was no bloodstain, they let out a sigh of relief. But they were still uncertain.

Queenie asked sternly, "Did you sleep with Alice last night?"

John nodded. "Yes, what's the matter?"

Tracy, now fully awake, asked, "Little brother, did anything happen between you and our younger sister?"

John finally understood.

This was what the sisters were worried about!

"Don't worry, two beautiful sisters," he reassured them with a smile. "Alice and I didn't do anything bad behind your backs."

Last night, Alice had fought fiercely with the White Ghost and was drenched in sweat. She decided to take a shower afterward.

When she returned to her room, she felt the need to explain something to John about her identity as a killer.

So she went to John's room.

However, John told her that there was no need to explain anything. He supported her no matter what she did, because she was his older sister.

Alice was deeply touched by his words.

They talked for a while longer before, unexpectedly, they both fell asleep. Neither of them had done anything improper.

As for the killers who had snuck into the villa last night, neither Queenie nor Tracy knew anything about it.

John and Alice had kept it a secret to avoid worrying them.

And that, as it turned out, was what had happened.