Ex rank talent Awakening: 100\% Dodge rate-Chapter 90 - : THE DEAL

"Who the hell are you?" Mad Dog asked, his voice shaky.

"Well, thought you'd never ask. I'm Scarlett. Now, take out all your weapons if you don't want a hole through your skull. You can't hit me, but I can definitely hit you—with a bullet, even a headshot," Scarlett warned, prompting Mad Dog to surrender all his hidden weapons, not wanting to take any chances.

Going close to him, Annabelle handcuffed him before dragging him along.

Where did she get the guns? And handcuffs? Well, someone's brother visited the police department once upon a time—and still does once in a while—to restock.

Knock, knock. Scarlett rapped on the car's window. Cain stepped out after unlocking the door.

"You came. Thought I was a goner, especially since I didn't reach the agreed location."

"Indeed, but it's all good now. I believe you have some scores to settle with him. He's all yours. You can go wherever you want now—no one will be after you, not even Viper. But of course, you have to let go of your grudge against Viper. He wasn't the one at fault for her death. This man was," Scarlett said, pointing at Mad Dog.

"And the constant pursuit?"

"You hated him. Was he supposed to let you go and become a threat? Anyone would do the same."

"Hmm… so that's Nemesis's decision? Why?"

"He doesn't want more deaths—especially not the deaths of those with potential and value in the fight against demons that we talked about."

"He doesn't seem like someone who plays hero, though."

"Probably because he isn't," Scarlett replied. "But fighting the demons alone is difficult. He needs allies."

"I see. That's why he created a failed guild, I presume?"

"Yes. But it didn't work out well—a failed investment, like many others. That doesn't mean he won't invest in others."

"Very well, then. I'll let go of my enmity with Viper, as long as I get to play with this dog without Viper coming after me."

"He won't. I assure you."

"And how do you know that?"

"Because someone's taking care of that. That will be all. Do whatever you wish—we won't bother you, just like you wanted. Until, of course, your help is needed in the future," Scarlett said, walking away.

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"Agreed. Guess we'll be meeting again," Cain said to the retreating Scarlett. She didn't reply, but he didn't care.

Turning his attention to Mad Dog, he smirked.

"Oi, we're gonna have some fun. I hope you're not the shy type," Cain said, flashing a sadistic grin.

Mad Dog, on the other hand, feared for his fate.

Meanwhile…

"How did it go?"

Kate—the reason for Annabelle's improving marksmanship—asked. She had secretly trained Annabelle upon Annabelle's request. When Greg found out, he surprisingly allowed it, as long as his sister was willing. That decision had borne fruit by saving Abyss's life.

Viper reclined on his chair, smoking a cigarette, when an uninvited guest pushed open the door to his private lounge and walked in without permission.

"Who are you?" Viper asked, completely unfazed. Not an ounce of panic was on his face.

"Viper. Impressive as ever—never afraid to lose his life." The intruder smirked. "I'm Nemesis, and I've come to make a request."

"And what sort of request? But before that… what happened to my underlings?"

"Nothing serious. I knocked them out cold. They'll wake up after a nice nap."

"Fair enough. Whiskey?" Viper asked, standing up to pour a drink.

"Nah, I'm good. Let's get straight to the point."

"Fine, then. What do you want?" Viper asked, pouring himself a glass anyway.

"Cain. End your pursuit of him. Mad Dog—the real reason for Cain's grudge against you—is already in Cain's hands, thanks to my help. Cain has already agreed not to come after you, so put an end to the bad blood once and for all."

"You know, I'm not a fan of 'would have.'"

"Well, you'll have to be today—because that's the only way to keep your life. Do anything contradictory, and I'll make you suffer hell," Nemesis warned, turning to leave.

"You won't honor me with more of your presence?" Viper asked.

"Nah. I'm heading to your room to take a nap. Boarding a flight while playing Apocalypse is more exhausting than you'd think. Plus, I didn't even rest before coming here."

"And you'll sleep in another man's territory without fearing for your life?"

"You're smart enough to know not to attack me. Even if you tried, I'm invincible—and 100% sure it would just lead to a bloodbath, with you and your entire crew dead."

"Well… I'd rather not have that outcome. Welcome. Stay as long as you want. I'll have a meal prepared for you—you must be starving," Viper said.

"See? This is what I was talking about—ever so wise and thoughtful. I'll be waiting for the meal, then."

"Yeah. Rest assured, your sleep won't be disturbed under my watch."

"Thanks." Nemesis walked away, leaving Viper behind.

Viper picked up his phone.

"Hello? Check on the boys and wake them up. Also, call off the bounty on Cain. He's a free man now, and no one—absolutely no one—is to engage him in battle."

"Understood, sir! I'll handle it immediately!" his assistant responded.

"Oh, and inform the executives—we need to discuss the next vice leader. Mad Dog won't be coming back anytime soon."

"Yes, sir! Right away!" The call ended.

Viper took another drag from his cigarette, exhaling a stream of smoke.

"Nemesis… I guess he was telling the truth. Apocalypse isn't just a game."

Meanwhile, Nemesis was in his room, enjoying some well-deserved rest.

Mental exhaustion had piled up—from killing the demonic sandworm to encountering the demon goblins… to being worshipped by them… and then being forced by the system to look after them in the name of godhood.

Well, he definitely would have refused, no matter how insistent the system was.

But the gains?

The gains were enough to make up for the extra work.

For now, though… sleep came first.