Chapter 18 : Confrontation at the Red Velvet Brothel

Chapter 17: Confrontation at the Red Velvet Brothel

The night in Kassir City remained as dark and enigmatic as ever. Alan emerged from the shadows of an alley, having just exited the Red Velvet Brothel in his Ghostfreak form.

"Oh man what a show.... Hooo...."

He looked down at his Omnitrix, now in charging mode, and contemplated his next move. He knew that Amanda was merely an information broker, and the true mastermind behind the hit on his head was still at large. He had to find out who had ordered his assassination.

Alan's mind raced as he formulated a plan. His first step was clear: he needed to confront Amanda directly and force her to reveal her employer. With this resolve, he headed back to the Sanail Sower Inn.

"Time to get my stapps on" Alan said to himself.

Upon entering his room, Alan quickly donned his grey-shaded armor and strapped his long black sword to his back. His transformation was now complete; he was ready for battle. He left the inn with determined steps, his eyes set on the Red Velvet Brothel.

Standing in front of the brothel once more, Alan's presence was immediately noticed by the guards at the entrance. They stepped forward, their stances aggressive and questioning.

"What do you want here at this hour?" one of the guards demanded, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

Alan's response was swift and brutal. With a powerful punch, he knocked the first guard unconscious, sending him sprawling to the ground. The second guard barely had time to react before Alan's knee met his abdomen, knocking the wind out of him. A quick chop to the back of his neck followed, and the guard crumpled to the ground beside his comrade. Alan then perceeded to slice the necks of the both guards.

Without a moment's hesitation, Alan pushed the heavy wooden doors open and stormed into the brothel. The interior was as luxurious as he remembered, with its plush red carpets, silk draperies, and crystal chandeliers. However, the opulence did nothing to deter him from his mission.

Alan moved with the precision of a seasoned warrior, his eyes scanning the room for any signs of resistance. His sudden entrance had not gone unnoticed. The brothel's guards, alerted by the commotion at the entrance, rushed towards him, their weapons drawn.

Alan's sword was out in an instant, the blade gleaming menacingly in the dim light. The first guard to reach him swung his sword with a fierce cry, but Alan parried the blow effortlessly and countered with a swift slash across the guard's chest. The guard fell, clutching at the deep wound.

A second guard attempted to flank Alan, aiming a thrust at his side. Alan sidestepped the attack, bringing his sword down in a powerful arc that severed the guard's arm. The guard screamed in pain before Alan silenced him with a fatal stab to the heart.

As Alan advanced deeper into the brothel, more guards appeared, determined to stop his rampage. The narrow hallways echoed with the sounds of clashing steel and desperate shouts. Alan fought with relentless fury, each swing of his sword precise and deadly. Blood splattered the walls and soaked into the rich carpeting, creating a stark contrast with the brothel's luxurious decor.

The guards, though numerous, were no match for Alan's combat prowess. He cut through them with brutal efficiency, leaving a trail of bodies in his wake. He had one goal in mind, and nothing would deter him from reaching Amanda.

Finally, Alan stood before the door to Amanda's office. The ornate woodwork was now a testament to his relentless advance, marred with the blood of those who had tried to stop him. With a powerful kick, he broke the door off its hinges, sending it crashing into the room.

Inside, Amanda stood behind her desk, her eyes wide with shock and fear as she looked at the intruder. The ledger she had been studying lay forgotten, its pages fluttering in the sudden rush of air from the door's collapse.

Alan stepped into the room, his sword still dripping with the blood of the guards he had slain. His gaze locked onto Amanda, and he could see the fear in her eyes. She knew that her life was now hanging by a thread.

"Who ordered the hit on me?" Alan demanded, his voice cold and unwavering.

Amanda took a step back, her hands trembling as she tried to maintain her composure. "I... I don't know what you're talking about," she stammered.

Alan's expression darkened. He crossed the room in a few swift strides and grabbed Amanda by the front of her dress, lifting her off her feet and slamming her against the wall. "Don't lie to me. Who ordered the hit?"

Amanda winced in pain, her eyes darting around the room as if seeking an escape. "Alright, alright! I'll tell you! Just put me down!"

Alan released his grip slightly, allowing her to catch her breath. "Talk," he commanded.

"It was Lord Harridan," Amanda confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "He paid me to put the hit out on you. I don't know why, I swear. He just wanted you dead."

Alan's eyes narrowed. Lord Harridan. The name meant nothing to him, but it was a lead. He lowered Amanda to the ground but kept a firm grip on her arm. "Where can I find him?"

Amanda hesitated for a moment before answering. "He has an estate on the outskirts of the city. It's heavily guarded, and he's a powerful man. Going after him would be suicide."

Alan released her arm and took a step back. "That's for me to decide," he said, his voice icy. "Consider this your only warning, Amanda. If I find out you're lying or if you try to cross me again, I will come back for you."

Amanda nodded frantically, her fear palpable. "I understand. I won't cross you, I swear."

Without another word, Alan turned and left the office.

'Let's kill her after I deal with the new lord character.' Alan decided in his mind.

The bodies of the guards he had slain were a grim reminder of his determination. He made his way back through the brothel, his mind focused on his next target: Lord Harridan.

As he stepped out into the night once more, Alan felt a sense of purpose. He now had a name and a location. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together. But he also knew that the path ahead would be fraught with danger. Lord Harridan was clearly a powerful man, and taking him down would not be easy.

"How the hell did I pop up in his radar? Did I screw up any of his plans or something?" Alan tried to remember if he had any interaction with lord Harridan.

The night air was cool against his skin as Alan made his way back to the Sanail Sower Inn. He needed to rest and gather his strength for the battle that lay ahead. But one thing was certain: he would not stop until he had uncovered the truth and dealt with those who sought to end his life.

Alan's journey was far from over, but with each step he took, he moved closer to uncovering the secrets that lay hidden in the shadows of Kassir City. And with his resolve stronger than ever, he was ready to face whatever challenges awaited him.

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