Lust System: Conquering the World Beauties-Chapter 92 The Hunt Is On

Liam pulled his car to a slow stop in front of a massive industrial building. The towering structure stood against the night sky, its exterior bathed in the soft glow of streetlights. This was the place Rick had told him about—a supposed secret brothel disguised as a soda company. At first glance, it looked like any other warehouse, large metal doors shut tightly, with a neon sign flickering faintly above.

He sat in the car, drumming his fingers against the wheel, his instincts telling him that something wasn’t right. What if Rick had lied? What if this was actually just a regular soda company, and he’d come out here for nothing? He didn’t want to waste his time. But just as he was about to turn the key in the ignition, a sudden flash of movement caught his eye. He quickly switched off the engine and grabbed a pair of binoculars from the passenger seat.

Peering through the lenses, his sharp gaze locked onto a group of men at the side entrance of the building. They weren’t just standing around—two of them were dragging a struggling figure towards the entrance. Liam adjusted the focus, his expression turning deadly as he recognized the familiar body shape and clothing. Even with a bag over her head, he knew who she was.

Amanda.

"Shit," he muttered under his breath. He hadn’t heard from her in a while, and now it made sense. He had told her to avoid him, probably trying to sort out whatever mess she had gotten herself into. Clearly, she hadn’t been able to. The Crimson Hand had finally caught up to her.

Liam exhaled slowly, his fingers tightening around the binoculars before placing them back on the seat. He didn’t have time to waste. Amanda’s life was hanging by a thread, and it was up to him to cut it loose before the Crimson Hand did.

Stepping out of the car, he moved to the trunk and unzipped the heavy black duffel bag he had packed earlier. Inside, the cold gleam of weaponry reflected under the dim light of the nearby streetlamp. He smirked as he took out his gear, methodically strapping it to his body.

First, he secured a pair of Glock 17s in the dual holsters under his parms, ensuring they were loaded and ready. Next, he picked up an AR-15 rifle, slinging it over his shoulder. Extra magazines were lined in a tactical belt around his waist. A pair of throwing knives were sheathed at his thighs, and a small but deadly combat knife was strapped to his boot. He pulled on fingerless gloves, tightening them with a sharp tug.

By the time he was done, he looked every bit the deadly force he was. If someone saw him now, they might mistake him for a terrorist, and that thought amused him.

He adjusted his mask, covering the lower half of his face as he locked the car. Then, with his weapons secured and his mind set on the mission ahead, he started moving towards the building with silent, predatory steps. But just as he took his first step, something made him freeze.

A familiar sound echoed in his head, followed by a glowing blue screen appearing in his vision.

[New Mission: Destroy the Crimson Hand Brothels - 0/4]

Liam’s eye twitched. "The hell?"

He sighed deeply, irritation flashing in his sharp blue eyes. This damn system—it had given him a mission when he saved Ann, yet he still hadn’t received a reward for that. And now, here it was, throwing another task at him. No explanation, no incentives, just another reckless mission that could get him killed.

"What kind of bullshit system is this?" he muttered under his breath, rolling his shoulders as he dismissed the floating screen with a wave of his hand. "No rewards, no explanations. Just danger. Great."

Liam shook his head and focused. Whether or not he wanted this mission, it didn’t change the fact that he was going in there. Amanda needed him, and he wasn’t about to let those bastards get away with this.

His grip tightened on the AR-15 as he moved forward, his mind already calculating his approach. He would scout the area, find an entry point, and take down anyone in his path. And maybe—just maybe—he’d end up dismantling more than just four brothel tonight.

With a smirk playing on his lips, he vanished into the shadows, ready to raise hell.

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Liam surveyed the entire building carefully, noting that both the back and front entrances were heavily guarded. There were no obvious exits. He let out a quiet sigh and reached into his bag, pulling out a sleek black pistol. With precision, he attached a silencer to the barrel and gave it a testing twist to make sure it was secure.

Now armed, he moved swiftly toward the back door, where two guards stood, chatting idly. Their casual demeanor indicated they weren’t expecting trouble. That made Liam smirk under his mask. Big mistake.

He crept closer, keeping himself in the shadows. The moment one of the guards noticed movement and began to speak—

Tum! Tum!

Two silent shots rang out, and both men collapsed instantly, their bodies hitting the ground without so much as a grunt. Blood pooled beneath them as Liam stepped over their corpses without hesitation, his focus set on the door ahead. He reached for the handle and pushed it open, stepping inside.

At first glance, the interior looked exactly like what it was supposed to be—a soda production facility. Stacks of crates filled with soda bottles lined the walls, machines hummed softly, and the scent of artificial sweetness filled the air. If Liam hadn’t seen Amanda being dragged inside with his own eyes, he might have turned around.

But he had seen it. And now, there was no turning back.

Keeping his footsteps silent, he advanced further inside. As he moved between the crates, voices echoed from ahead. He peered around a corner and spotted four men gathered near a metal door leading to an underground basement. One of them unlocked the door and disappeared down the stairs, while the other three remained as guards.

Liam took a deep breath, his grip tightening around his combat knife. He had to be quick.

When their heads were turned, he leapt.

The nearest man barely had time to gasp before Liam’s blade plunged into his neck. Blood spurted out in thick streams, and Liam yanked the knife free, stabbing two more times for good measure. The dying guard gurgled, his body twitching before going limp in Liam’s grasp.

The other two men snapped around at the sound, their eyes widening in horror as they saw their comrade collapse. Their hands moved toward their weapons—

Tum! Tum!

Two more silent shots. Their bodies jerked as the bullets hit their skulls, sending them crumpling lifelessly to the floor.

Liam barely spared them a glance as he stepped over their corpses and pushed open the basement door. A dimly lit staircase descended into darkness, and a foul stench wafted up. The air was thick with sweat, alcohol, and something far worse. He tightened his jaw. He had to move fast.

As Liam disappeared down the stairs, two more guards entered from outside. Their casual expressions turned to horror as they spotted the three dead men lying in pools of their own blood. They exchanged a glance, their hands flying to their guns before they rushed toward the basement entrance.

The hunt was on.

Liam, now deep within the enemy’s lair, had no idea they were right behind him.