Reign Of The Asura

Chapter 2 Hero To The Beauties

Evan took a closer look at the two hostages.

One of them was crying. Tears streamed down her face, her shoulders shaking as she fought back sobs. The other one hadn't shed a single tear. Her face was cold, her lips pressed tight, as if the gun at her temple meant nothing at all.

Oddly enough, that only made Evan more interested.

They were both breathtaking. Their faces were unfairly beautiful, their bodies curved in all the right places, and their chests were so full that the fabric of their clothes looked like it was struggling to keep up.

Evan clicked his tongue. His eyes moved to the rough arms of the hostage-takers wrapped around the two women, and his face soured right away.

"Damn it. Fine goods like that, getting pawed by two monkeys," he grumbled. "I'm not okay with this."

He stepped forward.

The crowd of onlookers broke into a stir when they saw five strangers push their way to the very front, walking past the police line like it wasn't even there.

"Brother, let us handle it," Mosa said quietly.

"No need. Leave it to me!" Evan grinned from ear to ear. "I wanna be the hero who saves the pretty ladies."

His four men looked at each other and sighed. They'd known that was the answer they were going to get.

Evan stopped next to an officer who seemed to be running the operation, then asked in the tone of someone asking for directions.

"Officer, it's fine if those guys die, right?"

The policemen exchanged looks, confused and irritated. One of them snapped at him.

"Hey, kid! Quit fooling around! Get back!"

Evan turned and gave him an indifferent look.

"Who says this handsome guy is fooling around?" He tipped his chin toward the tall building across the street. "Look up there. There are snipers who've been taking aim this whole time. Whoever moves first is dead. If I didn't have the skills, you think I'd have the guts to walk up here?"

The officers looked up. On the edge of the rooftop, something flashed for an instant, catching the evening light.

Their faces went pale.

"Snipers! Take cover!"

Panic exploded. The police ducked behind their cars while the onlookers screamed and scattered in every direction.

Before the police could react any further, Evan and his four men were already moving.

Evan shot straight toward the two hostage-takers. At the same moment, Mosa, Erik, Hunley, and Zeki kicked off the ground and soared up toward the rooftop. They didn't climb. They flew.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bullets rained down from above. Evan didn't dodge at all. The rounds slammed into his chest, his shoulders, his back, then dropped clinking onto the asphalt. Forget breaking his skin, they didn't even put a hole in his shirt.

Everyone who still managed to watch could only stare, dumbfounded. The five of them moved too fast, beyond anything that made sense.

The two hostage-takers were scared out of their minds. One of them jammed his pistol harder against his hostage's head.

"D-don't come any closer! I'll blow their heads off if you..."

He never finished the sentence.

A pair of hands had already clamped around both their throats.

Crack!

The sound of snapping bone rang out clearly. The two hostage-takers went limp and died on the spot, their pistols clattering to the ground.

Terrifying!

The two women stood there in a daze. The one who'd been crying even forgot to keep crying, while the cold-faced one stared at Evan, her eyes slightly wide.

It was over. The whole thing had taken a matter of seconds.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

Four bodies were thrown down in front of the police line. They were the snipers, still alive but completely helpless. Mosa and the other three landed lightly behind them.

Evan dusted off his hands like he'd just taken out the trash, then turned to the two women and winked.

"Hey, beautiful, I hope we meet again. I can't stay and chat right now. I've gotta rush to my brother's wedding."

He turned around and walked toward his car.

The two women watched his back, burning with curiosity. And it wasn't just them. The police and everyone else left at the scene were wondering the same thing: who exactly was this man?

A few steps later, Evan stopped and looked back at the police.

"Oh, right. Those guys are from one of the big assassin organizations in the west."

Then he kept walking, leaving the officers frozen where they stood.

An assassin organization?

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Night had fallen by the time the five luxury cars pulled up in front of a grand hotel in the heart of Moon City.

The guests in the courtyard turned to look right away. Five limited-edition cars arriving in a row, then five unfamiliar faces stepping out of them. Who were they? Whose side were they here for?

Evan paid no attention to the stares. He walked into the hall with a wide smile, already picturing the wedding wine in his hand.

That smile vanished the moment he passed through the doors.

There was no music. No laughter. The guests stood in a circle in the middle of the hall, whispering and pointing in one direction.

At the center of that circle, a man in a groom's suit was kneeling on the floor. His face was bruised and swollen, the corner of his lip split, blood dripping onto his white shirt.

It was Duan.

A few steps away from him, the bride in her white gown was hanging affectionately on the arm of a young man in expensive clothes. He was looking down at Duan with a mocking smile.

The temperature around Evan seemed to drop a few degrees.

"What's going on here?"

His voice wasn't loud, but the entire hall went dead quiet.

Duan lifted his head. The moment he saw who was standing there, his eyes went wide.

"B-Brother...?"

But a second later, he lowered his head again. He didn't dare answer.

Evan shifted his gaze. Standing near Duan were an old man and a young man about his own age. From where they stood, it looked like those two were the only ones who had tried to stand up for Duan.

"What exactly happened here, sir?" Evan asked the old man.

The old man let out a long sigh.

"The bride called off the wedding in front of all the guests. She chose Young Master Fero instead." He glanced bitterly at the young man in expensive clothes. "Young Master Fero is from the Feris family, a first-class family in Moon City. He humiliated Young Master Duan completely, then had his men beat him until he looked like this."

The anger in Evan's heart burned even hotter.

He looked at Duan, who was still on his knees.

"Duan." His voice was flat. "Don't tell me you didn't even fight back?"

Duan stayed silent. His head sank even lower, both hands clenched into fists on his knees, and he didn't dare say a single word.