Pure Devil Ye

[WARNING! This chapter contains scenes that might not be suitable for young audiences and those who don't like bloody scenes. As this is part of the main storyline, I cannot obscure it or there will be a gap. Read at your own risk]

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The boisterous laughter that resonated throughout the organization's headquarters, or more to say Evergreen Estate, suddenly stopped as Makio broke the news to them. "Boss wants the devil to settle Madame's matter"

As this statement came out of his mouth, the men who had a lot of time for themselves all looked at each other before turning around for a particular someone. It was a certain someone who was just boasting about his upcoming rampage and already kill-counting for them. "Lau---"

"What! But I was---" the maniac of the group suddenly yelled as he slammed his fist on the table. His shout made everyone in the place aware of the situation.

Makio who was tasked with the job of informing him 'thoroughly' suddenly felt that it was a death sentence for himself and for Laurens. Everyone knows just how unstable his emotions can get, especially when nothing much has been happening that warrants his special skills. "There were some complications along the way, so Boss made the fair judgment of sending him in to handle those punks"

"What complications? I could finish them by myself! Even if there were complications, I'm sure it's something I can handle!" he said, still not satisfied with Makio's stupid explanation.

The people on the table all fell silent as he said this, their eyes looking at him blankly. [ What can he handle, again? Complications? ]

All of them greatly think he can't. He was called the machine gun for a reason. A Psycho. A Maniac.

Laurens grew up in a rough environment, with a brutal military man as a father and a mother who gambles and punishes him for nothing. He grew up with brutality dominating his eyes and this made him focus himself on attacking and defending rather than thinking things out. So when complications arise, his first move would always be a fist and that's something that only complicates complicated things.

Brett Ramos who had just arrived and heard his objection felt the need to step up. It's bad when this maniac doesn't get his emotions in check. "Laurens, if we were to send you in, what would your course of action be?"

Yan Xi Lan looked his way and didn't bother to give a reaction like the others. It was obvious what the answer was. In their whole time together as organization members and buddies, there was not a time where Laurens considered taking other options than fighting.

"Fight them of course. The faster the kill, the better!" he said making them sigh in defeat. What can they do? This is typical of him.

Brett nodded his head at his answer before walking toward him with seriousness in his eyes. "Let's say there's a thing you need to retrieve and they are the only ones who knew of it, what would you do?"

An answer came out of his mouth in an instant. "Beat them up, to tell the truth"

"Tell me, did your opponents ever stood a chance against you? Someone who lived to tell the tale of your valor?"

The place fell into silence as Laurens stopped his grumpy face and began analyzing some past events. It took him a while to shake his head. "No one comes to mind"

[ Of course! No one would! His punch is equivalent to broken bones! When it makes contact with the face or the head, it's a total catastrophe! An instant Kill! ]

After he answered this, Brett gave him a smile. "Brother, if you go there and kill them all, we won't be able to retake what's stolen from us. So Boss made the decision of sending him in"

"Because there are far better tortures to make someone spill out all their secrets than giving them a punch on the gut" he said before taking a seat at the table.

He gave them a meaningful smile as he imagines the scene that was about to unfold. "He's the devil incarnate for a reason"

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Nothing can be heard outside The Pavilion after its sudden forced closure just this morning. Everyone was wondering what had happened for it to suddenly stop their business transaction when it was so famous and popular. There were speculations among the folks that it was related to the fight that broke the night before but with no evidence nor witnesses who have the courage to step up, it remained speculation.

Among the hypothesis made was a murder case. Everyone thought that a murder case happened that involves the underworld took place. Many people wanted to ask, but there was no one willing enough to lose their life by revealing anything.

Passersby and the media can only look at it from afar and sigh. The place was tightly sealed and none of them can get through it to look for news. Even if they get to pass, there were many eyes watching and ready to report them to the police for trespassing. So all the media can do was back off because of such a huge risk. This was something very very good for the devil inside.

"You know, struggling will only bring you more pain" he said all of a sudden after decapitating a man who tried to sabotage his fun. His neat attire when he entered was so bloody it was becoming unrecognizable by the second.

The man tied to the center pole of the bar looked at him in horror as he threw away the head and walked towards him. His eyes were ready to pop out in fright of what was about to come. He wasn't ready to die yet! He doesn't want to die! Not in the hands of this stranger!

"Terrified?" he asked as he saw the man wet his pants. He chuckled at this and showed him an adorable smile. "Mister, I'm only here to ask a question. Don't be afraid"

The others who were tied to the other poles as well looked at him in disbelief. Bloody hell! He's asking them not to be afraid!? After witnessing how he killed the nosy man who simply asked who he is in just three seconds, how can they not be terrified!?

"I will ask this just once, who has the ring?" he asked making most of them gulp. Ring? He's here for a ring? "If you have it, I might just spare you"

His statement made them look at each other. If they have it, their chance of survival might be high. [ Who has it? Who the hell has it?! ]

"Who are you?" someone asked all of a sudden making the man smile as he sharpened his blade. Human curiosity is indeed fascinating. Their quench for knowledge of almost everything is certainly amusing, even though some parts lead them to their own doomsday.

"Let's see. My parents told me I'm a curse and my members call me the devil incarnate. But I don't think I'm any of that" he said making them shiver as his eyes bore rage as he mentioned his family. "I don't think I'm the devil's reincarnation, but rather the devil himself"

"But my savior calls me Ye Zhe, and I prefer that than revealing my real identity" he said as he licked some blood that ran through his hands. "Now, the ring if you may please. Afterward, let us decide if you're worthy of going outside this bar"

The room fell silent as Ye Zhe waited for the man he was hunting to come out. Soon after, the leader of the gang sighed as he looked at the man. Well, he was trying to stop himself from revealing anything since he's the leader, but who cares. A man needs to live and he will do anything to achieve that.

"I have the ring"

Ye Zhe immediately smiled and clapped his hands as the man finally revealed himself. "Very good. I admire your honesty"

He walked towards the leader and took out a box covered with a handkerchief. After untying the man, he smiled at him. "Place it here nicely and I shall give you your reward"

Everyone grated their teeth as their boss placed the ring and did not even dare look at them. "Boss! Ask him to spare us! Please!"

"Shhhh, I never said I won't spare you so be patient" Ye Zhe said out of the blue after placing the box inside his black suitcase. After securing it, he clapped his hands. As his back was turned in the opposite direction, none of them noticed how terrifying his gaze was despite the bubbly voice he let out as he said his decision.

His main mission was to retrieve the ring rather than give them a beating. He was told not to kill them, but who said it was him who would kill these pieces of trash. It would be more fun if a game takes place.

"I will untie you guys for a little game. Since your boss has the ring, he will have the privilege of watching it with me"

The boss looked at the man and felt relieved. Picking up the ring and keeping it to himself is indeed a good idea. It had saved him from his impending doom. But who said picking it up can change the fact that the man in front of him, was the devil himself.

Ye Zhe's favorite hobby was giving someone the thing that they wanted and snatching it when it's already the climax of their indulgence. It felt glorifying to him how their hopes reach the peak but then lose it in the end. This is his kind of thing. This is his weird hobby and his obsession.

"We have 20 members here in the arena but only 5 can go outside. No more begging or pleading, it's the final decision. The last 5 men standing will be brought outside with their boss and will be given quite a sum of money for a living" he said without directly telling them what to do.

The men looked at each other and before he knew it, blood had already splattered on his face. Their boss felt himself shivering as he saw his men rampaging and killing each other. He looked at the man before him and saw him smiling as he watched such a scene. What he told them must be true, he is indeed the devil!

Many of the men used their fists to resolve the issue as their knives were taken away earlier by Ye Zhe's sudden ambush. But some with higher caliber ran to the counter and broke bottles to use as their weapon. The others used their strength to pull out some metal on the chairs and swung it to their fellow competitors. All of them used to be good buddies, but the friendliness earlier had disappeared and was replaced with bloodlust. Each of them needs to get out! They are still too young to die!

"Little Brother, stop! No! I'm your brother!" someone yelled as he defended himself from a wooden stick heading his way. Ye Zhe took a glance at them both and noticed their distinct features similar to one another.

"Brothers?" he asked the boss which was only replied with a nod. He then snickered at this and continued watching the others. "Humans tend to forget relationships when it's a matter of survival" he said as he had watched much too many of these scenes and dramas.

He was already 27 years old and most of his time was spent watching things like this he grew accustomed to watching men betraying one another for the sake of survival.

The boss looked at the devil and felt even more terrified. He absolutely has no heart at all! He looked towards the brothers and had his eyes wide open as the older brother who was defending earlier suddenly have his little brother skewed in the wooden stick. He suddenly felt horrible as he saw him lose his sanity and kill another man who was about to attack him from behind. This time it was his best friend! But like the other, he didn't hesitate to kill him!

Blood splattered across the room as his men fell one by one. The white tiled floor was now filled with blood and its smell was far too strong for him to handle. In an instant, he vomited as his vision got clouded with blood. There was blood everywhere no matter where he lingers his eyes. He was a criminal, yes! But he had never encountered a situation as horrendous as this.

Ye Zhe looked at him with indifference. [ Why is he vomiting? This scene is so wonderful that one must not take their eyes off such rare sight! ]

Soon there were only five men standing. Each of them had blood all over them and had wounds on their bodies from defending. As they came back to their senses, they cannot stop but look at their bloody self in the mirror and cry. Their friends! Those are their friends! And yet—they had killed them!

They cried for what they did but all Ye Zhe can give them was a sigh. One of the brave men looked at him with rage as he drew closer to him. "Why did you make us kill each other!? You said you'd spare us! Why!? Why did you ask us to do this!?"

Ye Zhe shook his head and looked at him innocently. "When did I ever tell you to kill them?"

"W-W-What?!" all of them asked as they directed their burning yet confused eyes towards him. What is he on about? He did ask for the game! He said the last 5 men will live!

"I said the last 5 men standing will be brought outside. If you had only instructed them to sit down, I would have brought the 5 outside for the money and the rest will be left here to do whatever they want to go outside. Tsk, tsk, tsk. You jumped to a conclusion, my friend" he said as he wiped the blood dripping from his hair as he got sprinkled with it from the bloody fight.

The remaining five including the boss looked at their fallen friends and cannot help but cry. "You monster! You should have told us!"

"That's your problem. You didn't let me finish and started fighting. After such mishap on your interpretation, you blame it on me?" he asked seriously as he blocked the fist coming his way. "You should seriously start learning how to listen to instructions before jumping to conclusions!"

He kicked the man in the stomach which sent him flying towards the pile of his friends' bodies. "And you shouldn't attack an unknown creature without assessing his skills and yours"

As the man vomited from the strong smell of his friends' blood, Ye Zhe looked at the others and paralyzed them one by one. "Your money is outside but since you dare attack me, I will let you have your punishment for such disrespect"

He gathered the three of them in the middle of their friends' bodies and smiled. Soon, smoke came into their view but they could do nothing but scream. "What are you doing?! This isn't what you said!"

"This is your boss' reward. This smoke will make you forget my face. If I kill you, that would only be so merciful of me. I want you to live your life wondering who the hell you fought and offended led to this. You will remember the bloody massacre you did but you won't remember all the details which lead to this. You'll live your life feeling guilty because it was all your fault. This punishment is only right for you guys who had raped and killed for your wanton desires" he said as he took the suitcase on the chair and walked outside to fully seal the room.

It's soundproof and no one would dare come after the police made a demonstration of arresting all trespassers. After all the results of the investigation, he simply cannot leave them without proper punishment. Because it was the actions of criminals like this that he lost the love of his life and became the devil he is today.