RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 429: Scheme 8: Intimidation

"You both know him?" Nicholas asked, looking to his left and right.

Takken’s expression became difficult while Schonfield replied swiftly.

"Yes, we believe so."

Nicholas went silent, waiting for more, wanting an explanation of our relationship, but Schonfield’s lips sealed shut.

He turned to the old man with a piercing gaze, but when he found him looking into the sea, he turned to Takken, who had found the floor interesting.

"Takken," Nicholas growled.

"Nicholas, no need to get riled up, you’re young, no longer in your buttering years. How about we go down and discuss this over some fine drinks?"

Something major had happened and Nicholas knew it.

He did not stamp his foot and raise a scuffle; he narrowed his eyes and then turned around.

"Come."

Nicholas marched forward, and after him was me in line. Takken and Schonfield decided to stay put till I passed before they began moving.

The two older men’s actions weren’t surprising as I had given them no orders to behave in such a way, but then again, have you ever seen a fowl walking ahead of its owner?

Guns and more guns were what I saw as I followed Nicholas, stepping into the finely decorated cabin, descending to a lower deck.

Walking ahead, Nicholas pushed open two double doors and brought us into a small meeting room.

In the middle of the room were two long black couches facing each other, an armchair on the other end and a table in the middle.

Nicholas took a seat on the armchair and while both Takken and Schonfield sat to his left, I looked through the drinks on a shelf in the mini-bar to the left of the room.

"You guys want anything special?"

No reply came, so I picked one with an interesting name.

Screaming Eagle Cabernet Sauvignon.

"What does this taste like?" I asked, moving to the table while holding up the bottle.

I was just about to take my seat when I paused and looked around.

"Where is Nadia? She was with us up on the deck."

"This discussion doesn’t concern her."

"Oh, it does. She’s my PA."

"She will not be coming here," Nicholas spoke with finality, and I shrugged.

"I guess there is no need for me to be here then."

I turned to leave, but the old man’s anger spilt over, and he slammed his fist on the table.

"Enough, do not test me, boy. Sit down and talk."

Other than the four of us, Nicholas, being the boss and everything, had stepped in with two armed men.

I had been keeping watch of the Sunshine since I got on board the White Kite; neither Junta nor Jim had come to the dock.

Where Nicholas had sent his trusty bodyguard, I did not know, but it was clear the two behind him filled that role.

"You look menacing," I stared into Nicholas’s furious gaze. "I hope it’s not those two blockheads behind you filling you with confidence."

The old man’s gaze widened and I didn’t wait for him to talk before I took action.

Unlike Junta, these two were more compact.

They were tall but contained much slimmer frames that didn’t stop them from packing dense muscles, though.

Taking quick steps forward, I arrived by the man to Nicholas’s left. I felt the man’s eyes bore into my much smaller frame, but before he could take action, my hand latched around his left wrist.

I pulled down on it, and as his upper body came down, I brought my knee up to his face.

Crack!!

With a bloody nose, the huge man crumbled to the ground, unable to put up any resistance, leaving me to face the rising gun of his colleague.

"No guns please," I said, my right hand shooting out.

I put in some real effort for this one, my arm blurring forward as my hand wrapped around the muzzle, and I bluntly seized the gun out of the man’s grip.

A shocked expression claimed the guard’s face, but he was a well-trained soldier, and the next second his right foot swung through the air, headed for my head.

Bam!!

The guard put so much strength in his kick that a sound rang out as I casually plucked out his leg.

Immediately, pushing off the ground with his single foot, the guard sent his left leg shooting for my head, but before the limb could get anywhere close to me, I lifted his form with my grip on his ankle.

The guard’s large form rose into the air, swinging with my grip as an anchor, and then it crashed on the ground behind me.

"Hope I didn’t take long," I said to the three men who had turned to the scene, their eyes wide in shock.

"Who are you?" Nicholas said, getting to his feet, watching me dust my hands and collapse into the sofa.

"Marcus Lawson," I aptly replied.

"Come, let’s drink."

I uncorked the bottle which had been in my left hand throughout.

"Nicholas, take a seat," I turned to the old man, staring up at him, a heavy weight descending on his shoulders.

With an ashen expression, the old man sat, his eyes going to the door far at the end, and I waved my hand in front of him.

"Don’t think about that. Trust me, all you’ll be inviting is a bloodbath, everyone on this ship other than 5 people, will die.

Be reasonable, I’m not here to kill you.

This is a showing of who is currently at the top of the table."

"What do you want?" Nicholas asked in a gruff tone, sitting on the edge of his seat and facing me.

"I wanted Nadia to explain this, but fine," I groaned, leaning into my seat with a filled glass in hand.

"Takken, explain to Nicholas the current situation."

The two other men had fared far worse.

The fight had caused them to freeze, their limbs trembling, and as I called on the youngest of them, he, with a heavy swallow, looked to his right.

"Well....."