Nothing in his voice suggested that this was a moribund man at the end of a traffic accident. Javier looked at the guy from his window, yawned, and lit up a cigarette. He took deep puffs, disembarked from his car, and stared at Bryan on the ground. "Get up, man. A performance like that won't get you into the B-list…or C-list," he said flatly. Bryan turned visibly red. "F*ck you. This isn't a performance, and you know it in your gut, jack*ss. How about having our roles reversed? I am wounded, you jerk. Wounded real bad. Look at me! Look at, uh…"He surveyed his body as quickly as he could, hoping to find a scratch, any scratch, to supplement his story. Nothing.He pivoted to another kind of injury. “I know it looks as if I’m fine on the outside, but my innards are bleeding right now! I bet they are punctured, too! You don’t know that!”Their commotion attracted a crowd, most of them senior citizens. They came with a predisposition, too. They immediately believed the one appealing
Javier returned to the car, took out the dash cam, and pointed at Bryan. “Over here, pal. Call the local traffic cop in front of the camera and repeat your claim. Oh, and bring your elderly friends along. They are your witnesses, right? You guys should tell the cops like a merry little band.”Bryan’s expression fell at the sight of the dash cam. He had made sure the car was not outfitted with it, but it turned out the owner had placed it on the corner of the dashboard instead. “You know what? I don’t have time for this charade. I’ve got actual work to do, and I ain’t wasting God-given time anymore. I’m done!” Bryan snarled, lifting his motorbike before riding it and veering away into the distance as though he was the bigger guy in the argument. The crowd dispersed as soon as Javier mentioned the dash cam. Suddenly, they all remembered what they planned to do for the day—attending yoga classes, playing bingo with their other pals, feeding the ducks…It was almost as if not one of
Javier successfully reached Mount Sisyphus before uniting with Herschel’s underling, Running Man. The guy was famed for tracking people down and following them—the only time he ever failed at that was when Javier was his target. Unfortunately, it seemed that one more entry had been added to that hall of fame. “I’m sorry, Boss,” he said ruefully. “I lost him.”Javier’s mood sank, but he did not think Running Man was at fault here. Losing someone like Daniel was not at all surprising when one remembered the kinds of superpowers he possessed. Few people in this world had powers like that—one could probably count their numbers with their hands.For now, the only person who even knew how to use the powers he possessed was Daniel. He was unstoppable. His powers were beyond normal humans’ capabilities. If he put his mind to hide his presence, even the most dedicated tracker like Running Man would falter. Javier patted the dejected man on the shoulder. “It’s alright. We need to gather mo
Midway through their SX-18 tussle, Angela seemingly made a vow that she would fight to the end. It turned out to be untrue, but not because Javier’s “skills” touched her profoundly (in more ways than one). It was because she could not take it anymore. After her second orgasm, she was almost limpless and without strength. She did not even have the strength to moan during the third round, which finally ruined Javier’s mood enough that he did not contemplate a fourth round. Still, it did not stop him from teasing her. “Five is the magic number, sweetheart. How about we work hard and—”Angela managed to muster enough strength from an unknown reserve to turn around and swing her hands wildly. “No! No, no, no, no more! I give up! I give up!”All there was left in her mind was wild fear. He was terrifying! A monster with an insatiable appetite! She was lucky to be alive after dancing with an incubus! Javier had lost his mood for pillow talks and teases, too, so he stopped. In truth, h
David nodded enthusiastically. Now that he finally aired his grievances, there was nothing bugging their relationship anymore. The sincerity in Javier’s tone helped, too—less so than the fact that he made good arguments, plus pure, domineering power on his side. In the end, David made a solemn promise affirming Javier’s proposition and promised to never attempt something like this again. With that out of the way, the two engaged in some light chat before Javier left the mansion. Javier was none too pleased with Daniel’s no-show, but it was beyond David’s control anyway. He did not deserve a glare, so Javier smiled the whole time, even as he was about to step out of the door. Only he himself could tell how genuine that smile was.There were precious few things he could do in light of this event. One was to continue manning his investigation party. The other was to wait. For how long? Javier had no idea. He was never good at waiting. It made him restless. Thus, he ordered another
Herschel bought a motel. Instead of purchasing a place where fresh vegetables would have more uses—a restaurant, a hotel, some such—that idiot bought a motel. What the hell was a motel going to do with all these vegetables? Check them into the rooms? Put them in vases?Javier was rendered speechless, but it was less of a problem than he initially thought. It became Herschel’s perfect cover while remaining in this city—a development he was clearly very proud of, considering how he could now tell everyone he owned a business. Javier was not in the mood to humor him, so he hung up the man’s call. Evanna was shocked to see him bring so many vegetables home that night. She was unsure of the purpose of buying so much food.At first, Javier smiled and said nothing. Evanna kept pressing, however, and finally, he revealed his kind deeds. A smile broke out on her lips as she cooed. “I knew my husband is the kindest guy ever!”Javier flashed her a smile before a follow-up. “What do I get
When the curtain of the motel was pulled open, a beautiful woman walked in.She was 25-26 years old with gorgeous features on an oval face. She wore a white short-sleeved blouse with a black skirt that reached her knees, as well as a pair of bejeweled high-heeled sandals, exuding the elegance of an office lady. She looked even more like a secretary with the blue folder held in front of her.Javier had only assumed that the pretty woman was here for a stay and was going to get up and greet her out of courtesy, only for the latter to speak up with a smile first as she extended a fair dainty hand. “Hi, I’m Florence Tinsley from the Nanscity office of Bao Forum for Asea (BFA).”Javier was a little bewildered, wondering as he held the soft, warm hand in reflex. Did BFA have an office here in Nanscity? He had never heard of it. Moreover, why was a representative there here in a small motel of his? She was not trying to ask for a discount with her status, was she?If that was what the wom
Javier actually felt his heart drop in shock when the man said that. Fights and slashing could hurt people, and they happened frequently, even though they were not a daily occurrence. Threatening to blow the inn up so carelessly, though, was simply savage!Javier dared not act recklessly as he looked at the middle-aged man and contemplated it.Was this revenge from the person he had beaten before?As Javier was deep in thought, it felt like a silent provocation to the middle-aged man. His right hand, which had been in his pants pocket since he had come in, was slowly pulled out solemnly. His gaze was menacing, making him look like a stray dog baring its teeth.“Looks like you won’t be scared if you don’t see it for yourself!”Javier, who was shocked, immediately related the threat to a remotely controlled bomb. The guy was a f*cking lunatic. He had not even said a word, and the man wanted to f*cking blow his inn up!With one hand on the bar to support himself, Javier flung himsel