Chapter: 60: Business with Caution_The Regressed NoBody

I took a sharp right turn and entered a narrow dark alleyway, which led to the place where I needed to find that “guy”, whose information I had told Salvador to send me.

I held back a sigh as I made my way through the narrow alleyway which was barely cross able. There was a disgusted smell of piss all around me, mixed with the garbage littered around, as I moved forward. The alley was long, at least a hundred meters long.

After saying goodbye to Master and Fujimoto, I quickly made my way to the place which led to the black market situated here in Japan. I knew where the entrance was, but it wasn’t a place that I could enter easily.

But...

I had already taken measures in that regard. So entering that place was no longer a problem.

Soon I crossed the alleyway, and entered a much spacer alley. There were three alleys in front of me. I sped up my pace and stepped forward into the alley to my right. Then I hurriedly began to look around me, to search where the entrance to the black market was.

After looking around the long alley for a minute or two, I finally found the entrance.

“Found it!”

There were a flight of stairs which led down to a rusty run down door, which stood just a few feet away from the stairs.

I descended the stairs and quickly made my way toward the door.

Upon closer examination, it looked just like any run down door, which had collected dust and rust over the years. There was mold growing at its edges. But in truth it wasn’t. The door’s handle was less rusty looking than the door itself.

I pulled my mask out of the system inventory and wore it on. I had also changed into casual clothes. A pair of black pants, a black t-shirt, over it a long coat.

I extended my hand and held the door’s handle. Then I pushed the door open, and felt a soft cold breeze, which fluttered my clothes.

There was a dark stairway which led down to the place where I needed to go.

I planted one step over the first concrete stair, and shut the rusty door behind me. It creaked shit, then I began to descend down.

There was a dim light which barely illuminated my surroundings, but not enough for me to properly see.

The stairs were cramped enough for me to not comfortably walk. ‘Still as dark as ever!’ I quipped as I went deeper. The lower I went, the darker the stairs became, until the concrete stairs were almost indistinguishable from the shadows.

After walking through the dark stairway for almost a minute or two minutes, I finally reached the end, where a door stood with a dim red light hung above a scarlet red door.

I firmed my grip over the knob and entered, pushing the door forward.

Just as I did, many voice entered my ears. I closed the door behind me, and stepped forward. There I saw a bulky guard standing post outside the entrance of the night club, where the entrance to the black market was.

There was an arched door in front of me which was at least seven or eight feet tall, which had many lights of different colours hung above it, which dimmed in and out each second.

The bulky guard stood in front of me as I reached for the entrance. But I already knew this was going to happen. I withdrew the black titanium card which Glenn had given me as one of my rewards.

I handed him the card, and the bulky guard took out a machine out of his dimensional ring which we wore in his bulky index finger. He inserted the card through the small slit of the machine—like a transaction machine’s—and a moment later returned me the card.

I looked at the VIP card, which had three white stars over it’s surface. The guard gave me a quick bow of his head, and respectfully gestured for me to enter.

The card vanished from my hand and I stepped inside.

Well, had to say, the power of the VIP card was something else. Salvador had explained to me the use and perks of the VIP card, when I had asked him. And the VIP card went up to five cards. The most VIP personals had the five star card given to them. And the people which had the VIP card from three stars starts up to five stars were shown respect in the black market.

That’s why gaining access to these cards were tough.

And there was another card which was given to 0.01 percent of personals. It was the platinum card. Which was the rarest card in the black market. With the platinum card, came a lot of perks, which even the VIP card holder couldn't reach, or fathom to touch.

I continued my march through the wide night club. There were many couches placed all around the place, and many people were seated over them. The hostesses of this place were pouring the customers drinks, some were dancing on the stage a few meters away from me. The floor was covered with white marble and a few feet away from me—to my right—was a bar. The male barista was preparing drinks for the customers.

But the person who could take me to that “guy”, was here.

I made my way to my left—to where the stairs were—where two guards were standing. “The second floor is only reserved for VIPs.” One of the guard stated.

I flashed them my card and they took a slight bow, and stepped aside. I then quickly ascended the stairs.

But I was stopped by a woman who was standing at the left side of the stairs. She inched closer to me, and placed her hand over my shoulder. Her hand slowly slid down my shoulder to my chest, but I pushed a step closer to her.

“Oh, you’re really in a hurry, aren’t you,” she voiced, as I brushed my hand against her blonde hair. “I would love to get a good peek down at that mask of yours? What do you say masky, wanna have a good time?” She said, seductively moving her finger against my chest.

Her cleavage was revealed through the short one piece dress she was wearing, as her blue eyes bore into me.

“I could, but I am currently here to take care of some business...,” I paused, then pushed back a step leaning against the wall, sequentially crossing my arms. “I am looking for someone.”

She crossed her arms, as she looked at me with her charming blue eyes. Her cherry coloured lips pulled into a lupin grin, as she took a step down, reaching to my eye level.

“I could, but...what’s in it for me?” She asked, resting her elbows over the bannister.

“How much do you want?” I asked bluntly. There was a price for everything, and almost everything could be bought with money. But, I knew she wouldn't fall for the money trick.

“Five million dollars,” she said, bending forward to reveal her cleavage to look a little seductive.

“Done!”

She pulled a step closer to me and asked. “So who is it that you are looking for?”

“Loki,” I said, as she jumped a step back.

“Sorry, but he is busy today, so you can’t meet him,” She said, now with an uninterested look over her face.

“Then the deals off,” I added.

Her brows furrowed, as she ascended the stairs.

“Tell him, I know how to cure “him”,” I said, as I looked up at the woman.

She ignored me, then entered through the arched entrance which led to the second floor.

I went down the stairs and went to sit down at the bar.

Then I waited. I already knew that she would tell Loki about what I had told her. And Loki would definitely come running down here. After waiting for a few minutes, someone finally took the seat next to me at the bar.

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He was wearing a white suit, with a fox mask over his face. His blonde hair were slicked back and he had a well-built physique, which was being outlined by his suit.

He gestured to the barista, then ordered.

“A Vieux Carre for me,” he paused, then looked at me for a moment. “And an old fashioned for the customer here.”

The male barista nodded his head, then began to prepare our drinks.

“So you are the one that cherry told me about,” Loki said, as he rested his cheek against his hand, as he placed his elbow over the marble counter. “But before that...how do you know about “that”?”

The barista handed us our drinks and went back to work.

“I want to make a deal with Moebius,” I said, as I took the glass in my hand and twirled it a few times. “And I know Moebius wouldn’t reject, when he hears what I have to offer.”

Loki scoffed as he pulled his mask up a little, sequentially sipping his drink. “Where did you hear about this?” Loki asked, his voice solemn, but containing a tinge of threat in it.

I shrugged my shoulders and pulled my mask up a little, taking a sip of the alcohol. “Who knows? But, this could be a good chance for Moebius to recover from his condition.”

I could tell even without seeing it. Loki was intently staring at me. Judging whether my words held any truth or not. He chugged the entire glass of alcohol at once and spoke.

“Alright, let’s get you an audience with Moebius.”

Standing up from his seat, he looked above his shoulder and spoke. “Follow me!”

Then I followed Loki up the stairs which led to the second floor. We walked through the wide corridor. There many rooms aligned one after another on this floor, and at the end of the corridor there was an elevator. We stopped in front of the elevator and Loki pressed the button and the doors hummed open.

We both entered and he pressed two buttons on the panel on the side at the same time. Soon the elevator descended. After a few seconds, the doors hummed opened and we entered into a long corridor. The floor was adorned with a beautiful red carpet, as the wood work of the corridor added more to its beauty. There was a chandelier hanging in the middle of the corridor. There were two wooden door which stood at the end of the corridor.

Loki knocked on the door twice as we stood outside, announcing our arrival.

Soon the doors opened, and both of us stepped inside. The room was dimly lit, but just enough for me to get a proper look inside.

The inside of the room was just as big as a hall. There were expensive paintings hung along both sides of the walls, and two black leather couches placed in the middle of the room, between them an old wooden table. At the edge of the room was a desk which had stacks of documents and money placed over it.

There was a smell of tobacco in the air, as I saw Loki bowing his head, as he opened his mouth to speak. “Sir, this man here claims that he has a cure for your condition.”

I heard a dry chuckle, which came from the person sitting on the other side of the desk, with his back facing us.

“If that is true, then we must welcome our guest.” An old tired voice entered my ears, as I felt the hair at the back of my head stand.

I put pressure over my calves and crouched down, barely dodging the cold steel. I pushed forward, and made some distance, pulling my body into a stance.

“Ho, it seems like our guest knows a little bit about fighting,” the old hoarse voice drifted inside the room.

I focused my gaze at the left corner, and saw a man standing there with a spear held in his hand.

‘ rank.’ I inwardly said, as I maintained the stance, not withdrawing my sword from the inventory.

If I withdrew my sword now, it would create problems for my plan. I thought, looking at the man standing in the shadows.

Then he began moving, but already have activate Mind’s Eye, a subtle veil descended over the room, as time began to flow slowly from my perspective.

I focused my eyes at the spearman. He was wearing a bandanna, with a suit, with a wolf mask covering half of his face, bearley exposing his eyes. He had thrust his spear toward me.

I can’t fight an rank right now. But with the skills in my arsenal, I could, but I didn’t wanted to antagonise them, yet.

Then deactivating my skill, the veil lifted and I quickly dodged his thrust. I summersault backward, firming my posture.

“I have a way to cure your condition of mana repulsion,” I said placidly, but loud enough for everyone in the room to clearly hear.

But the spear wielder shot in my direction, his spear firmly held in his hand. But this time I didn’t move. The tip of his spear came close to my throat, but the man sitting at the desk hurriedly ordered.

“Stop!!!”

The spear wielder stopped, the tip of his spear kinked my skin, through which a trail of blood rolled out.