Reign Of The Asura

Chapter 5 Breakfast with Two Beauties

That same night, in a lavish hall at the Feris family residence, the mood was heavy and suffocating.

A lot of people had gathered there. Some were from Serli's family, the rest from the Feris family itself. In the head seat, Old Master Ferdi sat with a dark face, his fingers drumming nonstop on the armrest.

The hall doors opened. A neatly dressed man walked in, looking defeated.

"Well? Did you find out who that damn kid is?" Old Master Ferdi asked.

The man lowered his head.

"His identity can't be traced at all, Old Master. I only found one thing. He just arrived in this city this evening, on a private plane from Erose."

Old Master Ferdi narrowed his eyes.

"Erose..." he muttered. "That's one of the strong nations. Could he be from one of the powers over there?"

Nobody could answer.

"Father, so what do we do?" A grown woman spoke up, her eyes full of tears. She was Fero's mother. "We can't just sit here and do nothing after that bastard wrecked Fero's face like that, can we?"

"She's right, Father!" the man next to her added, his jaw tight. He was Fero's father. "We can't just swallow this humiliation!"

"Of course we'll take revenge!" Old Master Ferdi slammed his hand down on the armrest. "It's just... it has to be planned out carefully. We can't let it blow up in our faces."

"If you ask me, though, you'd be better off swallowing that humiliation."

The voice was flat and cold.

Everyone turned. The one who'd spoken was a grown man with a cold face, who had been leaning against a pillar with his arms folded this whole time. He was Mr. Eden, the strongest fighter the Feris family had.

"Mr. Eden, what do you mean by that?" Old Master Ferdi frowned.

Fero's parents and plenty of others in the hall were also looking at him like they couldn't accept it.

"I'll be blunt." Mr. Eden's expression didn't change. "I feel like that kid is extremely dangerous. In all the time I've lived in this city, nobody has ever given me a feeling like that."

The hall went quiet for a moment.

"Sir, that has to be just your imagination," Fero's father finally said.

"Right. No matter how good he is, how could he possibly be better than you? He's still so young!" someone else chimed in.

"I lost that clash earlier because I underestimated him too much," Old Master Ferdi said heavily. "If I'd been serious from the start, it wouldn't have turned out like that."

Mr. Eden fell silent. He made no further comment.

Maybe his feeling really was wrong.

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The next morning, the sun was shining bright over Moon City.

Evan walked out of Star Villa already looking sharp. His hair was styled, his shirt fit him just right, and his face was as handsome as ever. By his own judgment, even more handsome than yesterday.

His stomach was growling. He needed breakfast.

Out of the four cars in the garage, he picked the Pagani. The moment the engine started, a fierce roar tore through the calm of the elite district.

On the road, the car was the center of attention. Other drivers slowed down, pedestrians turned their heads, and a few young guys scrambled to pull out their phones and record it.

Evan drove with one hand, whistling. A good morning.

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The most popular luxury restaurant in Moon City was already busy, even this early.

The valet immediately guided the Pagani to a reserved spot right in front of the main entrance. Guests who had just arrived stopped walking, stared at the car, then stared with open curiosity at the handsome young man who stepped out of it.

Evan had just walked into the restaurant when a soft voice called out to him from behind.

"Young Master?"

Evan glanced back, and his eyebrows went right up.

It was that cold-faced beauty. The one who hadn't shed a single tear yesterday, even with a gun at her temple.

Standing next to her was a beautiful woman in formal clothes, a pencil skirt and a blazer that wrapped around her curves perfectly. Evan recognized her too. She was the one who'd been crying yesterday.

What a coincidence.

"Well, look at that, two lovely ladies!" Evan's face lit up at once. "We meet again. Turns out this city's pretty small, huh?"

The cold-faced woman gave a small nod. Her expression stayed calm, but her voice was polite.

"Young Master, the two of us didn't get the chance to thank you yesterday."

"No need to thank me." Evan waved it off. "I was in a hurry yesterday. If I hadn't helped, the road would've stayed jammed and I'd have been held up."

The woman in formal clothes let out a little laugh at that.

"Even so, it's only right that we thank you," the cold-faced woman said. "If it weren't for you, Young Master, who knows what would have happened to us."

"In that case, how about you tell me the names of these two lovely ladies instead?" Evan grinned and pointed at himself with his thumb. "I'm Evan. Single, handsome, and no criminal record. That last one's still up for debate, though."

"The corner of the cold-faced woman's mouth moved slightly, almost like a smile. No criminal record? What a liar. Two lives ended in your hands just yesterday," Vanessa said to herself.

She introduced herself.

"Vanessa."

"And I'm Bianca, Miss Vanessa's secretary." The woman in formal clothes held out her hand first, her eyes sparkling. "It's nice to finally meet you properly, Young Master Evan."

Evan shook her hand, and Bianca was in no hurry to let go.

She was nothing like her boss. If Vanessa was an iceberg, beautiful to look at from a distance, then Bianca was a little flame that came closer on purpose.

"Miss Vanessa, Miss Bianca." Evan repeated both names, sounding pleased. "Pretty names. They suit you."

Bianca laughed again, then tilted her head flirtatiously.

"You must be here for breakfast, right, Young Master Evan? Why don't you just have breakfast with us? Think of it as a small thank-you from the two of us."

She glanced at Vanessa, as if asking for approval.

Vanessa nodded without hesitation.

"I agree. If you don't mind, Young Master."

Mind?

Evan almost laughed. Two beautiful women were inviting him to breakfast, one cold and captivating, the other flirty and tempting. What kind of idiot would say no?

"How could I possibly mind?" He gave a slight, exaggerated bow, like some kind of nobleman. "Being invited to breakfast by two lovely ladies is a great honor."

Bianca covered her mouth, holding back a laugh. Vanessa turned her face away a little, but her ears had clearly gone red.

Vanessa then called over a waiter who had been standing by respectfully the whole time.

"Please open a VIP room for us."

"Of course, Miss Vanessa. Right this way, please."

The waiter led the way. Evan walked between the two women with his hands in his pockets and a smile he couldn't hide.

Only his second day in Chine, and he was already having breakfast with two beautiful women.

Life really was good.