18 The Devil

After dinner, Xiajun went back to his room.

He slipped off his coat and tossed it on the floor as he unpopped his top buttons and flopped down on the bed. As he stared up at the ceiling, he lifted his arm upright and stared at his hand as it blocked the top light.

"Why in the name of God did I do that?" he muttered as the light hit his eye and he flinched. He turned around on his side and his nose touched the edge of the file Qi Lei had given him.

"Forgot about this..." Xiajun grunted as he sat up and rested his back against the velvet embedded headboard and picked up the file again.

He flipped through it and shut it back. He turned his head and looked at the bottle of champagne on his nightstand. The constant refills of wine had made ham slightly drowsy and now he was left begging for more alcohol. Sadly, the bottle of champagne had none but a few drops left which he let drop eagerly into his mouth.

Xiajun but the bottle back on his nightstand and laid down, getting comfy under the duvet.

"I'll see to all of this in the morning..." he mumbled as his eyes fluttered and he finally blacked out.

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[Black Phantoms HQ]

"Phantom2989," The Devil mumbled as he read from the piece of parchment his henchman had served him with.

"Yes, Sire?" Phantom 2989 uttered as he bowed before his master.

"Have you dealt with that bastard? Whatwashisname. . .Wu Donghai's son. Phantom1002, what's the little bastard called?"

His henchman bowed down and muttered 'Wu Yanlin' into The Devil's ear.

"Right. . ." The Devil mumbled. "Has he been properly dealt with, 2989?"

Phantom2989 nodded as he quivered in fear before the throne of his master. The Devil sat back and stared at the parchment in his hand.

"What is the media saying?"

"The usual, Sire," Phantom2989 said. "They have not clue that our men did it. We've wiped out the major revealing articles off of media and any and all photographs have been removed."

The Devil nodded, smirking. "Fabulous," he said, a maniacal gleam in his eyes. "He knew what would happen to him if he went against us, yet he still drowned himself in ignorance. Pitiful. How very pitiful."

The Devil sat in his throne room, with his henchman by his side and Phantom2989, one of the many men that worked for him bowed down in front of his feet. It was a life The Devil had always dreamed of.

But not quite.

The Devil was a man of many dreams. Ever since he was a little kid, he always wanted power. And what more could he want than absolute, total power? His deepest desires.... How many more lives would he have to take before he achieved it?

The Devil threw his head back and laughed a laugh that was befitting of his name. The henchman and Phantom2989 exchanged anxious glances.

"This is perfect," The Devil sighed after he had stopped laughing. "Let us work our way up from here on forth, boys."