Reign Of The Asura

The Nation of Erose.

In a dim, luxurious bedroom, a handsome man leaned back lazily against the headboard. He looked about twenty-five, with a powerful build and a cigarette tucked between his fingers, its smoke curling slowly toward the ceiling.

Beside him, a gorgeous blonde rested her head on his chest. Her eyes were a clear blue, and her curves were the kind that would make any man swallow hard. One of his arms was wrapped around her waist, while his other hand stroked her smooth thigh, casual as anything, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

That man was Evan.

"Young Master Evan." The woman tilted her head up, her voice sweet and clingy. "Are you sure you want to move to Chine?"

Evan blew out a stream of smoke and shrugged.

"What can I do? My family told me to. Besides, I'm not going there on vacation. I've got an important mission."

Her lips went straight into a pout. She gave his arm a little shake.

"Then what about me when you're gone? Take me with you, okay? Please?"

"No can do. You're staying here for now." Evan stubbed his cigarette out in the ashtray. His tone was still easygoing, but something in his eyes shifted. "I've got a job for you. Keep an eye on the western nations. If anything looks off, no matter how small, you call me right away."

The woman went quiet for a moment. She knew that when Evan talked like that, it was no joke. In the end, she nodded obediently.

"Okay, I got it." A second later, a naughty smile crept onto her lips. Her fingers trailed across his chest. "But tonight, Young Master has to satisfy me first."

Evan chuckled and pinched her nose.

"You horny little slut! Come here, then... I'll satisfy you."

He flipped her over and pinned her to the bed. She giggled, her arms looping around his neck right away. It didn't take long before both their clothes were scattered across the floor.

That night, the two of them were tangled up in burning desire.

===

The next day, Evan strolled into a large room.

Inside, more than a dozen figures were already seated around a long table. The moment they saw him, every one of them rose to their feet and bowed their heads in respect.

"Hey, you bastards!" Evan waved them off with a lazy look. "You're acting like you've never met me before. Relax, just relax!"

He dropped into the chair at the head of the table and crossed his legs.

They all nodded and sat back down. Most of them had blank faces and an ice-cold aura, the kind of people anyone would step aside for on the street. They were the top brass of the Angels of Death, a name that made the underworld tremble on every continent.

Yet in front of the young man lounging there like he owned the place, not one of them dared to step out of line.

"I'll get straight to it." Evan tapped the table with a finger. "I'm leaving for Chine today, and I'm gonna be there for a long time."

The room fell silent. For the first time, those cold faces showed real shock.

"Brother, then what about the organization?" one of them asked.

"That's what I've got you guys for." Evan looked at them one by one. "You stay here and hold down the fort. And don't slack on your training! Every drop of your strength is gonna matter in the future."

He said that last part lightly, but everyone in the room felt the weight of it. They nodded without a single word of protest.

"Brother." A solidly built man spoke up. His name was Mosa. "Funny timing, actually. Duan, who just left the organization a few days ago, is getting married. His wife's from Chine. Moon City, to be exact."

Evan's eyes lit up.

"Duan's getting married? That brat?" He laughed. "Man, it's been forever since I've had wedding wine. I'm going, then!"

"Can we come too, Brother?" Mosa asked. Next to him, three other men were looking at Evan hopefully: Erik, Hunley, and Zeki. "The four of us are really close with Duan. And at the end of the day, he used to be one of us. It wouldn't feel right if nobody showed up."

"Sure. Come along." Evan answered without even thinking. "When is it?"

"Tonight, Brother."

"Tonight?" Evan glanced at his watch and shot to his feet. "Shit, it's already noon. It takes five or six hours to get to Chine. We're leaving right now, then. We can't be late!"

He walked to the door, then stopped and looked back.

"Get a gift ready! Oh, right, bring a few of my cars too. Saves me the trouble of buying new ones over there."

Mosa and the other three exchanged a look, then smiled helplessly. That was their leader for you.

Not long after, a plane took off from Erose, carrying Evan, his four men, and a row of luxury cars in its belly.

===

The sky was already turning orange when the plane touched down at the airport in Moon City, Chine.

Evan walked out of the arrivals gate with both hands in his pockets. He'd barely taken a few steps before he slowed down, his eyes busy darting left and right.

A woman with long black hair and a tight dress passed in front of him. On the other side, two long-legged girls were laughing as they dragged their suitcases along. Not far off, a career woman in glasses stood gracefully, talking on the phone.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." Evan shook his head in admiration. "This country really does have beautiful women lying around everywhere. Look at that, just look! This is heaven on earth, I'm telling you."

It wasn't his first time setting foot in Chine. Still, every time he saw a view like this, he was blown away all over again.

The funny part was, Evan wasn't the only one staring. With a face that handsome and a tall, solid frame, he had plenty of women in the airport turning their heads. Some whispered to each other with flushed cheeks, and some quietly lifted their phones to snap a picture.

Evan obviously noticed. He ran his fingers back through his hair, then tossed a faint smile at a group of girls, who immediately let out stifled squeals.

"See? Being this good-looking is a burden, you know." He sighed, putting on a suffering face. "People stare at me everywhere I go."

Behind him, Mosa, Erik, Hunley, and Zeki could only shake their heads helplessly.

===

In a private parking area, the cars they'd brought from Erose had already been unloaded and lined up. Evan slid into a limited-edition Ferrari, its paint gleaming like it had just rolled out of the factory. His four men each took a sports car, every one of them a limited edition as well.

The engines roared to life all at once.

The five luxury cars shot out of the airport in a single line. People on the sidewalk stopped in their tracks. Other drivers slowed down just to stare. Most of them had never seen even one car like that in person, let alone five at once.

"Who is that? Some tycoon's kid?"

"No idea. You almost never see limited-edition cars like that in this city."

Evan didn't care. He drove with one hand, window down, the evening wind hitting his face. There were only two things on his mind: wedding wine, and the bride from Chine who was supposed to be a real beauty.

Until, all of a sudden, he was forced to slow down.

Up ahead, traffic had come to a dead stop. Red and blue lights flashed from dozens of police cars parked sideways across the road. Armed officers crouched behind car doors, every gun barrel pointed at a single spot.

"Damn it! What the hell's going on?" Evan clicked his tongue in annoyance. He stopped the Ferrari and got out, his four men right behind him.

From behind the police line, he finally saw what all the fuss was about.

In front of a building, two men stood with their backs pressed against the wall. Each of them was gripping a woman in front of his body as a shield.

Both women were beautiful, stunningly beautiful even by this country's standards. Their faces were pale, their bodies trembling.

And pressed against each of their temples was the cold muzzle of a pistol.

"Back off!" one of the hostage-takers shouted, his voice hoarse. "Everybody back off, unless you want these two dead!"

Evan narrowed his eyes. The corner of his mouth slowly lifted.

"Well, well," he muttered. "I just got here, and this is the welcome I get."