The Supreme Satanic System

As Bobby continued retelling the course of the event that happened that day to Cynthia.

"Thank goodness I got there on time, reaching her house with just a few minutes to spare….On that day, I almost screwed up in regard to my mission while considering my girlfriend, Scarlette. I made a necessary mistake, which would always remain a bad memory for her. I screwed up, big time."  Bobby narrated with a wry smile, writing regret all over his face.

"Hey, can you tell me the details of what happened in her house before you turn all moody? If you don't, then I have no choice but to cancel our deal here." Cynthia insisted slyly, but on the other hand, she was curious more about how the event actually went.

Bobby took another deep breath and continued his story. "Actually, even though I reached there on time. But she didn't come out as I rang the doorbell continuously as much as I wanted her to open the door quickly. So, having no choice, I break into her house by breaking her door lock."

"Just as I entered her room, Scarlette rushed out of the shower wearing a wet towel upon hearing the commotion. On seeing that it was me and a false alarm, she calmed herself down and told me to wait for her in her guest room as she needed to finish up her showering first and she rushed back to the washroom. As I, on the other hand, was in the nick of time to complete my mission. So I followed her, storming inside the washroom…..…. You know what really happened after that, right? After that, it was pretty obvious what happened between us." Bobby finally ended his story, lamenting over his mistake in his mind a bit. So he looked at the ceiling of the room all moodily.

Inside his mind, he was remembering the memory of that day just after he was in the washroom with her and he kept wondering inside his head. "I can imagine how painful it is for her to go through that. Anyhow, after what happened last night, I guess we are all okay now."

Diana walked into his office room and greeted, "Oh, you are already here. Morning, Bradford!"

"Morning. How're you doing, darling?" Bobby smiled and winked at her.

"Not bad! Keep up the good work. Hmm, today, you look especially more dazzled than on any other day. Anything good happened to you? Mind sharing with me?"

"Um…. you know, I'm always like this. Get ready, girl or I may eat you someday."  He responded, wanting to end the conversation as he especially did not enjoy talking or remembering about him having sex with another lady when she was with him.

​ "Dumb-dumb, stop talking nonsense. Hmph!" She retorted unhappily and further added. "Oh, I have something urgent to tell you."

Bobby stood up, walked toward her and hugged her from the back, and replied, "You seem serious now, what's up? Alright keep talking, I'm all ears."

"Um... next week, I'm leaving for the earth," Diana said, feeling all reluctance. "It's my big sister. The Carver family covenant meeting will take place next week. I am going to report to the family by then. If it was coming from anyone else, I might ignore them, but you know…. I can't say no to her, even though she kind of keeps bitching at me sometimes. She was my only close sibling and I miss her, too. So, I'm considering whether or not I should go?"

He caressed her face and replied with no hesitation. "You should go…. Hey, I know what you are worrying about. In our last match, didn't I manage to beat you? So, I think now I can pretty much manage myself."

"Humph!" Diana snorted and said while pouting. "Stop boasting! That's only because you cheated, okay? If we fight fair and square, then there is no way you can win over me, not in a thousand years."

"Hey, a win is a win. If you would like to go another round, I am pretty much ready to take you right now." Bobby suggested.

"Why not? This time, I'll totally kick your arse once again. Then, let's see who will be crying for mama's help. Alright, right away to the combat room." Diana was all in high spirit. Together, they went to the combat room.

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Five days quickly passed, as Bobby usually followed his tight schedule, as usual, the only deviation being that he occasionally visited Scarlette Chanel late at night these few days for Jove's sake, doing what had been considered the best a couple could do alone.

Meanwhile, somewhere in a luxurious resort that lay in the centermost region of Aphrodite City, a meeting of seven men was currently going on sitting around a colossus round table. A man fully disguised in a cloak and mask was sitting on the principal seat at the center of the table while his six cronies sat around him. They were none other than the assassin, Mr. Spade, and his subordinates, who were also completely disguised as their master.

"Number 1, go on. What's going on? And where the hell is that baldy, No.3?" Mr. Spade said with his cranky voice, causing the other six subordinates to have a chill run down their spines.

"Sir, this meeting is especially about his report. Umm, for some reason, we seem to have lost every contact with him for the last five days. We don't exactly know whether he is alive, or he was held captive somewhere?" No.1, who was sitting not far away from Mr. Spade, reported calmly.

"Fuck!" Mr. Spade shouted and suddenly the room was filled with the icy-cold and ominous killing intent spreading from inside his body following that all the glasses and wines bottles broke, spreading many pieces of glass shard to spread all around the room. Some of them managed to graze the six inside the room with him. All of them did nothing as they sat up straight stiff and without making a sound.

After venting out, Mr. Spade asked calmly again, "When is the last thing you spotted him?"

"It was the night of the five days ago, No. 3 went after the target to…. Umm.. ghost town. Then after that, we lost any trace related to him, even his odor, or origin chi signature. Sir, I'm pretty sure that it's something to do with that brat…" No.1 explained, patiently.

Mr. Spade kept pondering for a while and said. "Now that it comes to No.3, I think it's time for us to act. No. 1, and No.10, you two join and go after that brat. And the remaining you four, you go to his house and kill his mother. If then you can go for his father and then his sister… Kekeke… Kill them all. Alright, you can all go out now. No.1, you stay behind for a minute, Will you?"

Soon, five of the subordinates left the meeting room, leaving only Mr. Spade and No.1.

At that time, Mr. Spade stood up from his seat, trotted toward, and stood behind No. 1. He held both of his shoulders and slightly leaned and hushed softly. "No.1, do you know why I'm detaining you behind?"

"With due respect, your subordinate could not come up with any ideas. Please, lightened this slave!" In this situation which had already happened several times, No.1 responded politely, calmly, as if he was well trained to handle something like this.

"Good-good, even after I'm standing just behind you, you ‌can even stay like that. Really admirable. Now, I can't sense anything like any of your emotions from your heartbeats. Good, you are truly becoming a real assassin." Mr. Spade further added. "Alright, if you don't know, then I will tell you this. Listen carefully. Bring No.3's body back to me, whether he is alive or dead, no matter what. And you need to kill No.10, then kill all the other five. Do you understand me?"

"This slave, understand!" No. 1 replied obediently.

"Go on, then"

No.1 bowed at him once and quickly rushed out of the room.

After he was all alone, Mr. Spade sat back in his seat.

He then poured the wine from the only bottle he had nearby and gulped it all down at once, muttering to himself: "Don't disappoint me No.1. Other than you, none of them could be worth my time. Hmm, they are all simply just piece of trashes considering No.3. And they dare to come back here to report that…. It seems that this mission is really taking its toll on me. First, they kill no.7, who I admire, and now no.3, the one full of potential who knows exactly what he is doing with his body. Although he has a weaker concentration of Origin Chi, his physical strength rivals any I have ever seen.."