The Princess's Spectacular Abduction - Chapter 3
The bar was messy with traces of last night’s party.
There were rolling liquor bottles, cigarette butts, someone puking, and blood stains on the floor where a fight had broken out.
No, that rug is expensive!
“Who’s that? If caught, I’ll throw the raw fish, really.”
No one batted an eye as the ferociously quipped Keith strode past, tiptoeing across the literally sh*tty floor.
The sight of the precious scions of the family and members of the nightlife sprawled on the ground, a true neutral ground, a utopia if ever there was one.
“Hey, boss. Open your eyes.”
Ravian, the boss of Anubis, was sprawled out on the newly brought pool table, seemingly passed out.
Next to him, a woman Keith recognized, curled up like a cat.
Keith hesitated for a moment, then picked her up and flung her into the couch behind him.
Soon, a string of harsh curses followed.
“You son of a b*tch!”
“I love you too, Lady Jenny.”
“f*ck off, pervert!”
“Do you want me to charge you for a pool table as an earl?”
Jenny fell flat again and became quiet.
“Open your eyes, boss.” Mercy, where the hell did you go…….”
“I’m here.”
A voice echoed from the balcony, and a graceful, silver-haired man appeared with a flick of the curtain.
As the dazzling sunlight poured in, screams erupted from all directions.
Rumors range from being the bastardized son of a nobleman to the outrageous claim that he’s actually the real Ravian.
Keith, the quintessentially villainous man, froths at the mouth whenever he hears such rumors, giving them dirty looks and superficiality.
Of course, no one disputed the fact that Ravian was the one shattering the fantasy about blue blood.
“Hey, you son of a b*tch……Get rid of the light!”
Look at that, the guy who had his niece kidnapped and stayed up all night to play around, and now he’s pissed off at the men who worked so hard to get the job done.
Keith sighed and looked at Ravian.
Glorious red hair, fierce, but dirty features, a body covered in tattoos and muscles.
It was a very flashy appearance, but somewhere it emanated an unhealthy and dangerous feeling of brilliance.
Who in the world would think that this punk is the Princess’s uncle?
“Get up. There’s a problem related to ‘Diamond’…”
“Piss off.”
“f*ck off, really.”
Suddenly, Keith’s black eyes emitted an intense crimson glow.
Deciding it must be serious, Mercy stepped in and shooed the others out.
“Come on, let’s wake up and get out of here. Ravian’s in a terrible mood.”
The sight of these guys, who seemed like they might forget if they were human or beasts, all standing up and stumbling out, was reminiscent of an undead legion responding to the call of an Emperor.
“Wow, a real necromancer.”
“I’d rather die on the street than be with the boss whose taste has gone bad.”
“Well, that’s true.”
Ravian didn’t particularly scold the subordinates who were now boldly chatting loudly, despite waking people up and even kicking out the guests.
Perhaps it was because his head felt like it was going to split from the hangover.
“Ah-woo-woo-woo-shyaah…”
While Ravian, who had barely managed to get up, was showering himself with all kinds of curses for his actions last night, Mercy, kindly found a fallen jacket on the floor and tossed it to him.
His shirt was nowhere to be seen.
“Jenny, why don’t you leave?”
“What are you talking about, f*cker!”
“Boss, tell that one to leave too.”
“Jenny, get lost.”
“You guys can go to… ahh!”
Everyone was taken aback when Jenny suddenly screamed sharply and covered herself in a hurry.
At that moment everyone turned to look at the door, wondering why this guy, who usually didn’t care whether someone was around or not, would act like this.
“I know it’s dingy, but come on in.”
