Lover Forced The Ruler

Chapter 83. Dirty Bay City's

Lisle used all the remaining power. He lunged in a way the entire training ground could not imagine. Hitting, kicking and then clawing and grabbing. Andra looked really surprised. He dodged punches and kicks but did not expect Lisle to grab and claw. This time Andra could not escape. They fell together onto the mat with Andra squeezed into Lisle's body. His hand wrapped around Andra's hair until the girl's head looked back. 

The whole room nodded. Silent. Until a round of applause broke the silence.

"That's what I meant. In a real fight, forget any technique. You're betting on your own life. So use it all the way." Kennard was the one clapping.

Lisle was still stuck above Andra's body. The girl below grimaced with pain. When Lisle regained her senses, she let go of her hand on the girl's hair then got up staggered. Another girl who tried to break him was pushed away. He continued out of the arena and moved out of the building without looking back.

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Dirty Bay City's. The mysterious city was thousands of kilometers away from Black Mountain but was unreadable in any map.  Just a small land with a few inhabitants. More like a dark forest with a secret life in it. Being on the border of two countries to be a place that does not want to be visited because it can pose a risk of danger.

The young man was tall skinny but had a pretty handsome face. His eyelids look like they are always about to close like a sleepy person. But behind it was an unbelievable pair of eyes.

In front of him, on a large sofa, a large man with an age gap of at least a quarter of a century with the young man, sat down on foot. On his face that looks hard with a square shape there is a wound extending from the middle of the right cheek to the ear. The wound clearly adorned his face which began to be overgrown with wrinkles.

"I think now it's time for you to return the favor" said the older man. He wore a dark-colored coat with a simple shirt on the inside. Next to his hand rested on a stick with a handle made of gold. 

"Tell me what to do, Mr. Alger." The young man leaned back to the back of the sofa he was sitting on.

Not far from there, from behind the space curtain a half-old woman was seen listening to their conversation.

"You know we have the same enemy. He is very tough but that does not mean he has no weaknesses. I've been waiting a long time. Following his every move from afar was only for today, the day of vengeance. He had no weaknesses in the past because all his weaknesses were destroyed. But the last word from the people who infiltrated there, the man was married." Mr. Alger, whose full name is Peter Alger, looks at the darkest time of his life.

"You know, women are always a weakness for men. That's why I refused to remarry after my wife's death. Women to me now are just tools for fun. Not more. You better remember this." Peter added in a sharp voice. "Women everywhere proved to be the cause of the destruction of most men."

The young man who had just looked down at the edges of his neatly trimmed nails now looked up. The news of the man's marriage in the conversation surprised him and attracted him. But he did not comment anything.

"I want you to lure that girl out of Black Mountain. Because in there we are not free to move. The man put some trained men to watch over his wife. Make the girl manipulate her own bodyguards." The old man placed a large brown envelope on the table. 

"You're going to go in there with a new identity. Everything has been arranged. I told Barnes to accompany you. He's a professional soldier. You're gonna need it. Approach and persuade the girl." Mr. Alger added again his instructions. "Your mother will stay here until the time she has to leave. Don'worry. I'll take care of him. You know, Dirty Bay has been very safe all along."

There were a hundred more people guarding the island. They live like the inhabitants of a small, isolated town. Gardening, trading to become a fisherman. They also have families who live with them. But in truth, they were trained soldiers who were ready to carry out the orders of the island's ruler, Mr. Alger.

"When should I go?" The young man asked after Peter ended his instructions. 

"This afternoon too. Have dinner early. I had Berta cook some crab and shrimp soup that a fisherman had just caught. It must be very good." Peter coughed for a moment. Afterwards he got up from his seat and ended the conversation that afternoon.

"Has his condition improved?" steve asked while visiting Celine's mother who was still lying weakly in the hospital bed. The man looked tired and seemed to go there right away after work. His busyness during the departure of Mr. Kent increased because all the work of the president was bestowed on him. And it's entering its second week.

Celine nodded while holding her breath. It's a little hard to say something. Steve has been very helpful for a few days. To the extent that his uncle and aunt were about to return to their city leave Celine to the man and hope Steve takes care of him. The girl became very embarrassed and told Steve not to take the husband and wife's heart.

Mr. Sam once asked his nephew about his relationship with Steve that Celine answered with the same answer many times. Yes, his uncle asked the same thing over and over again on different occasions for not believing in Celine's answer. For them, it was impossible for a friend who was not even very familiar to be so considerate. Steve has helped a lot in financial matters.

Of course Celine is reluctant to say that Steve is the famous assistant to Mr. Kent. Money is not a problem for him.

"I brought you dinner." Steve dropped some of the parcels on Celine. After work, he stopped for a while at a restaurant and ordered some menus to take home.

There was a warm feeling enveloping Celine's heart as she received the package.

It turns out that being noticed by someone is really fun. Steve's attitude can't be warm. But for the size of someone who always looks cold, it's already pretty decent. Maybe there are a lot of girls out there who expect a little attention from this guy and are disappointed. Because as a shadow of Mr. Kent, Steve is almost as difficult to touch.

All this time Celine had never heard of this man's involvement with any girl. If Mr. Kent is still occasionally seen with a girl, Steve never brings a partner when attending any event. Until it had made people think that the man had a disorder.

No way! This almost perfect guy. There's no way Steve likes same-sex, right?

Unknowingly Celine shook her own head. Steve in front of him frowned.

"Why? Don't you like the food?" asked Steve because at that time Celine was removing the contents of the package in the form of boxes of food filled with various types of food.

"Eh?" Celine lifted her face from the table where she had placed the food. He found a questioning look at Steve. "No. This is even very excessive. Thank you for bringing us dinner."

"It's good that you like it. If anything is needed, you can tell me. Don't worry" said Steve again.

"We've been a lot of trouble." Celine was ashamed of herself. Before, they were not close at all. 

"No problem. I certainly won't disappoint the young mistress's best friend." Steve smiled a little too. Again and again. Just that extent.

As Steve was leaving, Celine felt a tremendous pain in her heart. So Steve did all this good because of Lisle. Because her best friend is now Mrs Kent?

Celine smiled bitterly. Lisle. The feeling of envy was now like a thorny bud growing up. His friend really has the advantage of multiplying. Even Celine's luck was thanks to her best friend.