Curse the Mainframe! 372 Parcel For Delivery II

Hong Jun frowned when he got the report from Alec's subordinate. He stared at the 'parcel' that had been delivered to them, and the 'parcel's' eyes stared back at him.

His lips twitched uncontrollably in helplessness, not amusement.

Honestly, could someone save him from his unprofessional subordinates? What were his subordinates doing when they were working? Why was the 'parcel' not in an unconscious state? Who knew how much he'd already seen?

Hong Jun glared fiercely at his subordinates, who ducked their heads.

They knew they had messed up when they saw the parcel's eyes staring back at the sect leader.

The sect leader let out a huff. Luckily, they had taken sufficient precautionary measures in order to deal with things like this, but it didn't mean that he ever wanted to use them.

Unfortunately, he owed that brat too much, which meant that he still felt obligated to help him out even though he didn't want to.

These pesky feelings were so annoying!

Hong Jun sighed out in annoyance before waving his hand, causing his shadows to take away the parcel to transport.

He would have to wipe their memory first before they left their transport location.

Hong Jun let out another huff in annoyance. Alec had better appreciate all the lengths that he was going for him!

This co-sect leader didn't do anything except providing monetary resources. Of course, without that, they would never have had the resources to start up in the first place, which Hong Jun was grateful for.

However… if he had to deal with this much paperwork every day, he would rather not have founded the sect in the first place!

He wanted his co-sect leader to come back and take some responsibility!

Hong Jun even itched to mail some of it to Alec right here and now.

Three people dressed in black and grey appeared before him. They were apparently Alec's newest subordinates. Hong Jun had no idea how the crazy brat had done it, but he had somehow converted them to his side.

He pointed at the distance, saying, "Collect the parcel for Alec over there. There is a total of three. Make sure you wipe their memory before doing anything else. And knock them out before doing it!"

The shadow in the lead nodded to him politely before disappearing.

Hong Jun pinched the area between his brows.

He looked at his paperwork and resisted the urge to flip the table over. He swore that it had grown in the few seconds he hadn't looked at it.

…The next time he saw Alec, he was going to stuff his face in the paperwork!

He had a few Neil Clan subordinates now, but none of them brought him as much trouble as Alec did!

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Alec received the 'parcel' for him the next day.

The Cookie Sect member in the Heavenly Ascension Sect informed him, and he made his way to a small hut in the middle of the nearby woods.

It was small and discreet and had been inlaid with an array that would turn those who didn't know of its existence away, making it convenient for him to stash something or someone here without anyone realizing it.

Kacha!

The door to the hut opened and his subordinate, Rhoda, was standing inside. She quickly saluted him then stepped aside. She respectfully widened the door for him and made way, standing behind him in a vaguely protective manner, like a bodyguard.

The other two were guarding the perimeter to make sure that no one got near.

Alec stepped in. The inside of the hut was a lot larger than he originally thought, and was actually fully furnished like a house with several bedrooms.

The three 'parcels' were locked in separate rooms to prevent anything from happening, which was a necessary precaution to prevent them from communicating.

"Which one is the one that was 'blackmailed'?"

"The door on the far left, master."

Alec opened the door, and the 'parcel' inside squinted as he was suddenly assaulted with the light but didn't otherwise show any reaction.

He was quite calm considering the circumstances he found himself in.

His eyes didn't fluctuate, nor did he reveal a look of fear. It was very natural, and it wasn't a mask either.

Alec had ample experience telling whether or not something was fake mainly because he himself did it.

This man was a civilian through and through, but he was calm in the face of adversity and danger. According to Dominique, he and Elias had stumbled upon him through the rumours that Elias had heard, then caught him.

Alec had raised a brow when he heard that Dominique and Elias were together. Indeed, Main Characters attracted each other. However, there was something else there that they weren't saying.

Dallas squinted his eyes as his eyes readjusted to the light that he had not seen for a few days.

The man that appeared in front of him was wearing the normal Spectre clothing, but to have been passed from hand to hand, it meant that this person was not of low ranking. In fact, he may even be the head of the Spectres.

Even if he wasn't, he at least had some authority.

Alec didn't mince words. A person like this, who was calm in the face of danger, was a useful ally indeed. However, they also wouldn't work for you unless you had something that they wanted or needed.

"I'll be blunt with you," Alec said, "Do you agree to work with us? We will guarantee your safety, but you are not to betray us."

Dallas' eyes flickered, but he remained silent, studying the man's body language. To his chagrin, he couldn't tell much. The eyes, which were the window to the soul, were covered. His lips carried a gentle smile, made him feel at ease, but it also scared him.

The clothing on his body was skin-tight, but it exuded a relaxed feeling.

Alec continued to talk. "We don't need much. We just need you to get us into the headquarters of the company."

Dallas maintained his blank look. "I don't know where it is," he said frankly. There was nothing he could gain from lying right now.

The smile on Alec's lips widened a little, but Dallas shivered, feeling like something wasn't right.

"You don't need to worry about that part. You just have to cooperate with us. Of course, we won't mistreat you and we'll even provide you ample compensation."

At this point, Dallas was leaning towards rejecting the offer. No matter how pretty he made it sound, it wasn't like his life could be guaranteed by these bunch of lunatics. But there was always the off chance that they would silence him… permanently.

At this moment, as Dallas was wavering, Alec's voice sounded like the voice of the devil. "I'll get Elias Neil to create a work of art for you. That should be sufficient payment, right?"

Dallas' eyes instantly shook, but it was stabilized in a split second like nothing happened. "Give me time to think about it," he said instead.

"Very good."

Alec exited the room, not bothering to hide his smile.

After all, the company had only come into contact with Dallas Biggs after he started amassing his collection. Originally, this 'bigshot' was interested in things like this. It was only when the company made him kidnap the artisans that his collection had stagnated and even became reduced as they were sent to the company as tribute.

Alec had enough confidence that the man would not reject him.

Chapter end

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