Reign Of The Asura

Chapter 6 A Hundred Thousand Dollars a Head

The VIP room was spacious and quiet, with a large window overlooking a garden.

A waiter set three menus on the table. Evan didn't even touch his.

"I'm new in town, so I don't know what's good yet." He leaned back comfortably in his chair. "I'll let you two lovely ladies pick for me. Whatever you choose, I'll eat every last bite."

"Then leave it to me, Young Master Evan." Bianca opened her menu at once, full of energy. "I know every signature dish here by heart."

She lowered her head, her finger tracing page after page, now and then muttering to herself about what would go best for breakfast.

Evan made the most of the opportunity.

His eyes moved slowly, stealing glances at the chests of the two women in front of him. Bianca's blazer looked like it was working overtime to hold everything in, while Vanessa's simple dress only made those curves harder to ignore. Both were high, full, and equally mesmerizing.

"Heaven on earth. This country never disappoints," Evan said to himself.

Unfortunately, not everyone was busy with a menu.

Vanessa noticed. She narrowed her eyes and looked at the man across from her.

Strange.

This man was clearly no gentleman. His gaze was naughty, he did whatever he pleased, and yesterday he'd snapped two men's necks as easily as snapping twigs. If any other man had looked at her like that, Vanessa would have been sick of him already and walked out.

But strangely, she didn't feel the least bit disgusted.

Why was that? She didn't understand it herself.

Evan lifted his gaze, and their eyes met.

Busted.

He turned his face toward the window right away, then whistled softly, as if he'd been admiring the garden this whole time.

Vanessa could only shake her head.

"Done!" Bianca closed her menu and gave their order to the waiter, completely unaware of what had just happened right in front of her.

Once the waiter had left, Vanessa was the first to speak.

"Which city are you from, Young Master Evan?" Her gaze was steady and calm. "You're obviously not just anyone. If you were from this city, I would have recognized you."

"I only got to this city yesterday." Evan answered honestly. "I'm from overseas. But from here on out, I'll be settling down here."

Vanessa fell silent, her curiosity growing.

From overseas. His strength defied all reason, and the four men with him yesterday had been just as terrifying. This man's identity couldn't possibly be simple.

"From overseas?" Bianca propped her chin on her hand and studied Evan's face openly. "But you've got the features of a native of Chine, Young Master Evan."

"When it comes to this handsome face of mine..." Evan rubbed his own chin with a serious expression. "I don't get how it ended up with Chine features either."

Bianca giggled.

"Maybe your family is originally from this country?"

"Who knows." Evan shrugged. "They've never told me anything about that."

He wasn't lying. His family really had never once brought up anything about having roots in Chine.

Evan didn't want to linger on the subject. He leaned forward a little.

"By the way, did that thing yesterday happen because you two have enemies?"

Vanessa didn't hide it.

"Yes. My family has several enemies. Some from business competition, some from other matters." Her voice stayed flat, as if she were discussing someone else's affairs. "That's why we were targeted."

Evan nodded in understanding. Feuds between big families were common, no matter which country you were in.

"Your enemies are really dead set on getting rid of you, huh, Miss Vanessa," he said. "They even went and hired high-level assassins."

Vanessa straightened her back at once.

"Do you know which organization those assassins came from, Young Master Evan?" she asked quickly.

"I told you yesterday. They're from a big organization in the west."

"I mean the name of the organization."

Evan put on a puzzled look.

"Huh? You mean those cops couldn't figure it out?"

Vanessa shook her head.

"I don't know. They said it's quite difficult. Some of the assassins were caught yesterday, yes, but after being interrogated, they refused to say a single word. And every method has already been tried."

"That's pathetic," Evan scoffed.

He tapped the table with his finger.

"But I guess it makes sense. Assassins from the big organizations are mostly like that. They won't open their mouths about who hired them, let alone about their own organization. They'd rather die than talk."

Vanessa and Bianca both sighed. Even Bianca's cheerful face dimmed.

"And here we were hoping to find out who sent them," Bianca murmured.

"If you mean who sent them, yeah, that's not happening." Evan leaned back in his chair again, perfectly relaxed. "But if you just want to know where they came from, I can tell you that."

Both women lifted their heads at the same time.

"The assassins from yesterday came from the Black Crow assassin organization. Their level... A-rank assassins." Evan said it as lightly as if he were reading off the breakfast menu. "They go for about a hundred thousand dollars each."

The room went abruptly silent.

Bianca opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

"How do you know that, Young Master?" Vanessa finally asked, her voice quieter than before. "Even the police found nothing."

"From the code written on their clothes."

"A code?"

"Every big assassin organization has its own mark for its members." Evan pointed at his own collar to demonstrate. "There was a small string of code on their clothes yesterday. Ordinary people would just take it for a factory label, so no wonder your cops missed it. But for someone who knows that world, one look tells you which organization they're from and what rank they are."

He said it as though it were common knowledge.

Vanessa stared at him for a long moment.

This man had only been passing by. He'd caught a glimpse in the middle of a hail of bullets and read all of that at once. What kind of person was that familiar with the world of assassins?

For the first time that morning, she lost her composure. Her fingers gripped the edge of the table.

A hundred thousand dollars each. And there had been six of them yesterday.

Who wanted them dead that badly?