In the basement of an old clock shop, nestled in a shadowy corner of the city, Johnny "The Night King" was meticulously cleaning the blood off his hands in a stainless steel sink. The water swirling down the drain carried away the evidence of the night's work, but the lifeless body of the woman on the floor was a stark reminder of the business he was in.
After drying his hands, Johnny didn't even spare a glance for the body as he instructed his right-hand man, "Get her out of here."
His man nodded but voiced his concern, "It's gonna be tough. The slums are crawling with Madam Crimson's goons, and the outskirts are swarming with Crestonia's boys."
Johnny tossed the towel on a table, his brow furrowed slightly, "That's your problem to solve."
With that, he made for the exit, shrugging on his leather jacket as he went.
His subordinate, biting back any further objections, simply replied, "Yes, boss."
As they emerged from the basement, the right-hand man suggested, "Boss, maybe we should use the back door?"
Johnny stopped in his tracks and fixed him with a steely gaze.
The man quickly added, "Madam Crimson's really fierce, everyone's scared of her. If someone spots us and thinks we're suspicious, they'll definitely report us to her."
Johnny’s response was icy, "So, you think I'm afraid of her?"
The man hurriedly shook his head, "No way!"
"Focus on your job," Johnny commanded before pushing the shop door open.
The sight that greeted him was unexpected—a crowd of several hundred people had gathered, effectively surrounding the small shop.
His gaze swept over the crowd, finally resting on a brazen-looking girl standing at the forefront, her posture radiating defiance.
Johnny, known for his ability to blend in and change his appearance when abroad, especially through legal channels, found himself momentarily at a loss. After a brief pause, he exhaled and attempted to walk away, pretending to be just a passerby.
Maloney, seeing Johnny's attempt to leave, immediately moved to block his path with a group of henchmen.
Johnny looked at Maloney, his grey eyes cold.
For a moment, Maloney felt a chill run down his spine but quickly regained his composure. This man might share the Night King's distinctive grey eyes, but he was no boss of theirs. Why act so skittish?
Feeling his confidence return, Maloney pulled out a pistol, aiming it at Johnny's head with a smug look, "Thought you could just walk away?"
Johnny just chuckled dryly.
Eileen, stepping forward, waved Maloney off. He quickly complied, eager to please.
Eileen, hands in the pockets of her leather jacket, faced Johnny casually. "Long time no see."
Johnny feigned ignorance, "Do I know you?"
Ignoring his question, Eileen signaled her crew to search the premises.
Johnny's men tensed, ready to react, but he signaled them to stand down. He knew Eileen's capabilities all too well; no piece of information was worth risking their lives over.
Not long after, two of Eileen's men dragged out a barely alive informant from the basement, seeking to impress her with their discovery.
The scene shifted to a more secure location, where Johnny was confined in what appeared to be more of a prison cell than a guest room. The arrival of Egbert, another player in this intricate game, marked the tension in the air. Egbert's dismissive attitude towards Johnny and his demand for solitude hinted at the complexities of their relationships and the power dynamics at play.
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