Netori: I Shall Steal All Of My Enemies' Women For Revenge!-Chapter 248: The Rat Has No More Hole To Crawl Into

Ren slammed his cards on the coffee table and shouted, "Full house, baby! All this is mine!" He grinned wide as he raked in the pile of money on the table.

"Tch, you’re too good at this. Can’t you show us some mercy?" one of his men groaned, shaking his head.

"In your dreams!" Ren laughed, counting the money in his hands. His mood had been getting better each day.

His injuries from the last fight had mostly healed—he could move his arm without pain now. Sure, the massive scar on his face would never fade, but who the hell cared?

Women didn’t need a pretty face—they needed money. And with enough cash, they’d crawl to him willingly.

But the biggest reason for his good mood? Haruto. That bastard had suddenly dropped out of school.

’Must’ve been so shocked by what my men did, he ran away like a scared little dog,’ Ren thought with a cruel smirk.

Still, something bothered him. ’Why haven’t my guys come back yet? I told them to finish off that bitch... Did they go on a damn vacation?’

’Whatever. I just need to pay Daiki for those guns—ugh, why the hell are they so expensive?!’

But just as the laughter in the room was peaking, everything went black. The power cut out.

"What the hell?"

"Did we forget to pay the electric bill?"

"Great! Just great! I was in the middle of a game!"

Voices of annoyance filled the room, but Ren felt a chill crawl down his spine. A bad feeling twisted in his gut—and his instincts were never wrong. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

"Oi!" he barked. "One of you, check the circuit breaker! The rest of you—stay alert! That bastard Haruto might be coming!"

He could already picture Haruto’s face—cold, full of rage. The kind of face that would show up right before a murder.

If Haruto could push his own best friend to death, Ren had no doubt he’d kill him too—and in the most agonizing way possible.

And then it happened.

The door slammed open, the frame cracking under the force. Figures rushed in—he couldn’t see their faces in the dark, but the chaos was unmistakable.

Screams of pain erupted. Something heavy crashed. Bones snapped.

Ren’s heart pounded. He didn’t need to see to know—they were being taken down.

"Shit!" he hissed and bolted toward the back door. He shoved it open and stumbled into the garden, gasping.

"Fuck you, Haruto!" he screamed. "You’ll regret this!"

But then—he stopped.

A tall figure stood in the garden’s shadows, waiting.

Ren froze.

The man had unmistakable green hair, and eyes that burned with hate—and something worse: satisfaction. The rat had no more holes to crawl into.

Ren blinked in disbelief, then let out a mocking laugh. At least it wasn’t Haruto or Enji, or he already dead on the ground.

"Well, if it isn’t Arataki. How’s your-"

His words were cut short.

A punch slammed into his gut like a hammer. He choked, vomiting as his knees buckled.

"You’re mine now, Ren," Arataki growled, his voice low and dangerous.

"And I’m going to make you wish you were never born."

Another punch. Then another.

Ren fell, coughing blood, barely conscious.

"I’m going to keep you alive longer than you want, just so you can suffer every second—for what you did to my sister."

Arataki’s boot crashed into Ren’s head. The world spun.

Then—nothing.

Ren collapsed, unconscious, finally caught.

***

Ren’s eyes fluttered open, squinting against the blinding overhead light. A sharp groan escaped his lips as pain surged through his body—but when he tried to move, nothing happened.

His frown deepened. His arms were bound tightly to an operating table, layers of duct tape wrapping him down so thoroughly he couldn’t even twitch.

Even his head was fixed in place, taped against the cold metal surface.

"What the fuck...? Who in their right mind does some shit like this?!"

He thrashed, or tried to. The restraints didn’t budge. His bare skin prickled from the freezing temperature of the room, the air biting cold against his exposed body.

To his right, he noticed a metal tray—lined with scalpels, bone cutters, and surgical instruments that glinted under the light.

Realization hit. His body jerked harder, causing the metal bed to rattle.

"FUCK! FUCK!!!" he screamed, his voice hoarse with panic.

Then—the door creaked open.

Two figures entered, clad in surgical gowns without masks or headgear. Ren’s heart dropped.

It was Arataki—and Haruto.

"Ah, you’re finally awake," Haruto said with a cold smirk as he walked over.

"YOU BASTARD! LET ME GO OR I SWEAR YOU’LL REGRET THIS!" Ren howled, thrashing like a trapped animal.

"No one’s coming to save you, Ren," Arataki said calmly, his voice disturbingly steady as he lifted a scalpel and examined it.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! DAIKI WILL KILL YOU IF HE FINDS OUT ABOUT THIS!" Ren spat, desperation flaring in his voice.

Haruto chuckled darkly, leaning in. "He already knows... and he gave us the green light."

His voice lowered into a whisper. "You’re all alone now."

Ren’s words caught in his throat. His eyes widened as fragmented memories flooded back—him handing over the Crimson Room, giving Daiki the access codes, the passwords to the Crown of Ito’s data, the social media platforms, the money-laundering routes, everything.

Daiki had everything now.

Still, he didn’t want to believe it. He clung to his pride, screaming threats of vengeance, shouting Daiki’s name in delusional hope.

Then—he felt the sharp prick of a needle.

"Wh-what the hell is that?!" Ren gasped, trembling as Arataki inserted the IV into his hand.

"Oh, this?" Arataki lifted the IV bag with a chilling smile.

"A very rare stimulant. Expensive too." His tone darkened.

"It keeps you alive. Keeps you awake. You’ll feel everything."

He leaned close, his voice a low growl. "Every slice. Every break. Every crack of your bones beneath a cutter. You won’t pass out, Ren. Not until I say so."

Ren froze.

Then he screamed.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

He thrashed violently, his body arching against the duct tape, but nothing gave. Not a single inch.

Haruto turned his head toward the side wall. "Look to your right, Ren. You’re not the only one watching this show."

Ren’s eyes darted to the glass window. Behind it stood familiar faces—cold, angry, unforgiving.

Enji, Erika, Ayaka.

And beside them—Rin, and several women he had once hurt, violated, ruined.

All watching. Silent. Their eyes burning with justice.

Today, they would witness the slow destruction of the man who had caused their suffering. Today, Ren would feel every ounce of the pain he’d once inflicted.