The Hero
Chapter 459 Like a Demigod
Despite any innuendo, the two manage to display an atmosphere of grandeur and bountiful state of affairs as they enter the grand hall of the hotel and take a look at the classical architecture of its romantic era.
Suzanne's beauty quickly attracted attention. Its deep V cleavage and porcelain skin provide a striking and seductive background with a half-transparent lace covering the gap between ***********. Her equally beautiful and delicate features only seemed more alluring in combination with her clothes for the night.
If one's beauty was measured by how many heads turned before them and how many eyes gawked, then Suzanne should be the prettiest woman in the entire hall tonight.
Even Adolf, who had seen him today, approached them with admiration in his eyes.
“Honored Lady, how beautiful you are tonight! You must be a rose that falls from heaven, a flower that blooms personally in the kingdom of the heavens! There is no other explanation for the existence of beauty like yourself in my honest opinion.”
Javier was a little surprised. Who knew this old and frank man had a hidden eloquent tongue, hmm? Really, "sky kingdom"? Why not the lost paradise of Satan too, if he would be biblical about it?
Just as Javier was thinking about it, one mocking voice broke the atmosphere. "Au contraire, he cut the flower from the lost Devil's paradise in my honest opinion!"
Javier's confused. Who has read his mind and unironically made exactly the same comparison? She turned towards the voice and saw a man her age, although her fashion sense was obviously much more flamboyant.
Despite his rigid features, the man wore thick makeup on his face and wore a lacy cloth all over his parts. The cloth did a poor job of covering up the patch***** on his chest, which really shook Javier's sensitivity. Javier doesn't understand why a man attaches a patch ***** to himself like that. Who is she trying to charm?
Javier's eyes didn't stop there. They came down to reveal something even more shocking: The young man was wearing black silk stockings and open-toed high-heeled shoes revealing his pink pedicure.
Javier can't stand to see more of that. If he looked again, the culture shock might make him vomit. It would be a shame if he also vomited on the young man.
However, the flamboyant young man was completely self-conscious. She stepped towards Suzanne, adding, “Nah, beautiful. Before you think I'm no good .... I don't care what most people think. I personally believe a single flower in the field of tragedy has its own beauty and spirit, unmatched by a dull, cliche, and delightful garden. There is a value attached to it; a symbol of purity and resilience baptized by the unfortunate tragedy of the human condition. After all, we all have demons inside of us, right?
“You, my dear, are so beautiful that you make one wish. You captivate us with your lonely elegance and you make us want to lie on top of you and be intoxicated by the fragrance of every inch of your skin.
He kept walking. He continued to shower her with questionable praise that sounded suspicious, his face turning into an incredible smile that only agitated the audience.
Had Javier not worried about smudging his knuckles with the young man's make-up, he would have blown a punch and dropped it right then and there.
Just then, Suzanne took out those words from Javier's mouth. "You're disgusting!"
The young man stopped in his tracks before chuckling to himself, his slender fingers cupping his black-colored lips.
"God. How disappointing. I thought I was looking at a beautiful soul, but it turns out you are far from it as a woman. You are no different from the masses and as polluted as judgment. Maybe I should clear those bad thoughts from you tonight, huh?”
It was the tone and choice of words that showed how depraved his intentions were. The "cleansing" thing he mentioned was an all too obvious dog whistle for hateful and unwelcome actions anywhere in the world.
At the very least, Suanne was unwilling, while Javier was strongly against her.
It was at that moment that Adolf entered with a calming smile, nodding while gesturing that he was eager to please.
"Trs. Hachison, this woman is a friend of Mr. Kersey. And Mr. Kersey, you know, was my honored guest and client that night. Dia—”
Reverse!
A crystal-clear wine like blood soaked the back of the old man's head. The young man had poured the contents of his wine cup with the same grin on his lips, his face eerily showing no signs of anger.
Javier didn't say anything. Instead, he answered the perpetrator with a deadly gaze while holding the stem of his wine glass between his fingers and waiting.
The young man did not seem to need any confirmation.
“I hate that name the most, especially when he's rich. You want to know why?” he asked before continuing.
"Because I'm the arrogant Hachison!"
Although unaffected, Javier secretly steps ahead of Suzanne and protects her consciously. The way this guy was saying it made Javier suspect that he might know exactly which of the Kerseys Javier's belongings, which meant that all of his feuds were deliberate and directed at him.
Javier was wrong, as the young man admitted, “I can't express how much I hate you with words, but I can definitely express it in other ways. I'm sorry, but you're a Kersey and that's the way it is with me. It sucks to be you."
After his arrogant monologue, he asked, "By the way, do you know who I am?"
Javier doesn't know, but he's sure he's definitely one of Xion's loyalists. Bastards like him can never be loyal to Mei. It is somewhat surprising to learn that despite Mei taking on the role of family leader for a long time, there are still remnants of Xion's disease left in the family.
Still not content to give Javier a chance to speak, the young man plays his well-kept pink nails.
“Hmm, you don't look like you know. No wonder, really. You're just a lowly person. Why do you know?
“But I'm glad to tell you who I am! You'll be very dead and you don't even know it, but that's okay. Remember who to haunt when you turn into a ghost, okay? This is George Hachison, man. Remember this name and don't haunt the wrong person!”
He gave them another one of his wide and disgusting grin. He's really happy with himself.
Nearby, Adolf pressed his hand against his throbbing forehead. The guard in charge of maintaining order had already arrived as soon as the commotion started, but Adolf raised his other hand and stopped them.
He had heard of the Hachison family before. They are said to be the most powerful family in the entire country of Yuzuia. The family held so much power that they were the de facto imperial family. That's more or less reason enough to offend this George Hachison as a bad idea.
He would rather lose as rich and rare a client as Javier than fight George, not when the latter is like a demigod among men.
Now that Javier has passed such a man, Adolf is sure he will be cursed. He found this turn of events very regrettable. Javier is the golden goose, for crying out loud!
Adolf hated George. Of all the times he could go, he had to choose tonight. He had to attend this soiree without an explicit invitation from Adolf himself at the time!
This troubling pest! When Adolf starts blurting at George from his safe mind, the latter goes to Javier. He reached out to her, hitting Javier's cheek with his diamond-encrusted fingernail.
Javier won't allow it. He swiped a napkin from one of the waiters just in time to tie it around George's outstretched finger. “Come bet. Think I'll snap your fingers?
George chuckled without fear. “Sure, tough guy. Snap if you dare, and I'll turn your top half 180 degrees myself. You want to bet on that? scoffed.
Not long after he said that, he let out a blood-curdling scream.
A second before that, everyone heard the sound of “crack!” it comes from napkins. George's fingertips just broke.
