NTR: Choice Based System

Inside the Escort agency's dimly lit room, Barad, his wife, and the Training Head were locked in a tense conversation.

The Training Head, with a pitying smile, broke the silence, "It seems fate has brought me here at the right time. My offer of providing 20 trained soldiers, coupled with your recent loss of 10 elite soldiers, seems like a perfect match. I'm even willing to add five more soldiers to the deal. What do you think, Brother Barad?"

Barad, deep in thought, weighed the offer. He was acutely aware of the agency's depleted manpower, especially after the significant loss of their elite escort soldiers. A deal with the Training Head seemed like the most prudent course of action.

While Barad pondered the offer, the Training Head's lustful gaze lingered on Barad's wife. She felt his intrusive stare, but chose to ignore it.

She was accustomed to such leering, especially at her voluptuous figure and big melons. She feared that reacting to his gaze might escalate the situation unnecessarily. So, she decided to remain silent and pretend not to notice.

However, her silence was a silent protest. She was not a mere object to be ogled at. She was a woman of strength and intelligence, a partner to Barad, and a respected member of the agency.

She knew that the Training Head's intentions were far from Honorable. He was not merely offering his services; he was seeking to exploit the agency's vulnerability.

As the conversation continued, Barad's wife couldn't help but feel a growing sense of resentment. She knew that she had to do something to protect her family and her agency. But she also knew that she had to be careful. One wrong move could jeopardize everything they had worked for.

"The deal sounds promising," Barad finally spoke, his voice heavy with uncertainty. "But I'm still hesitant. We need to be sure that these soldiers are truly skilled and loyal." he said that because he was just city branch head and recruiting this heavy number need permission from Higher ups.

The Training Head chuckled, a smug expression on his face. "Of course, Brother Barad. I would never risk my reputation by offering subpar soldiers. These men are the best of the best, handpicked and trained by me personally."

Barad's wife couldn't help but roll her eyes. She was feeling uncomfortable with his words and she doubted that his soldiers were as skilled as he claimed.

"Very well," Barad said, reluctantly agreeing to the deal. "But there's one condition. I have to get permission for this heavy recruitment we finalize the agreement."

The Training Head's smile faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered. "Of course, Brother Barad. I understand your concerns. As you wanted to deal it with, just let me know. Oh, one more thing, you can choose yourself from the recent batch of 50 soldiers."

As the meeting drew to a close, Barad's wife couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. She knew that the Training Head was hiding something, and she was determined to uncover his secrets. She turned to her husband, her eyes filled with worry. "Husband, Are you sure this is a good idea? I don't trust that man."

Barad sighed. "I know, my dear. But we need these soldiers. We can't afford to turn down this offer."

"But what if he's lying? What if we don't get the result as we want?"

Barad hesitated. "We'll have to take that risk. But we'll be cautious. We'll keep a close eye on them."

Barad's wife nodded; her heart heavy with doubt. She knew that she had to trust her husband, but she couldn't shake the feeling that they were walking into a trap.

Meanwhile, back in his quarters, the Training Head couldn't contain his laughter.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!" he roared.

"This was too easy! With the news of the 10 elite soldiers' deaths, everything has fallen into my favour. It seems even heaven is on my side!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

On the other side of the city, Ye Yang was running for his life. He had felt someone following him ever since he left the Escort Agency.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows. It was the same young woman who had confronted him earlier, the receptionist of the Escort Agency.

Ye Yang barely managed to dodge her attack. He drew his sword, ready to defend himself. A fierce battle ensued, the clash of steel echoing through the night.

Though her face was obscured, Ye Yang recognized her from her movements and the way she fought. He knew that she was not acting on her own accord. Someone wanted him dead, and they were using her as a pawn.

Ye Yang knew that his uncle Barad and his aunt Ya, the heads of the Escort Agency, were not involved in this plot.

They were good people who would never harm him. That meant that the young woman was a spy, a traitor working for someone else.

As the two fought, Ye Yang's mind raced. He analysed the situation, calculating the possibilities. Who could want him dead? And why? He could think of a single person at this moment, he never thought, that Training Head will this soon make a move on him.

He knew that he had to be careful, every move he made could be a fatal mistake. The young woman was a skilled fighter, but Ye Yang was no slouch either.

He had been trained in the art of combat since he was a child. He dodged her attacks, parrying her blows with his sword. The clash of steel echoed through the night, illuminating the dark alleyway.

Ye Yang knew that he couldn't defeat her in a fair fight. She was too strong for him and too fast. He needed to find a way to outsmart her.

He feigned weakness, allowing her to land a few blows. Then, when she least expected it, he counterattacked, striking her with a swift and decisive blow.

The young woman staggered back, surprised by the force of his attack. Ye Yang seized the opportunity, pressing his advantage. He unleashed a flurry of strikes, each one more powerful than the last. The young woman was no match for him. She was defeated, her body falling to the ground.

"How!" she couldn't believe it. The rumoured trash of the Ye clan, whose cultivation was supposedly at the early Qi Awakening stage, was actually at the peak Qi Cultivation realm. Though her realm was higher, he wasn't far behind, which explained her defeat.

Ye Yang stood over her, panting heavily. Pointing his sword at her neck, he demanded, "Who sent you?" He had his suspicions, but he wanted confirmation.

She looked at him with hateful eyes. Ye Yang pressed on, "We have no personal grudges. Someone must be behind this." His sword edged closer to her neck.

She didn't flinch. Instead, she unleashed a burst of Qi, forcing Ye Yang to stumble backward. Seizing the opportunity, she fled. Ye Yang yelled after her, "Where do you think you're going?" He chased after her, determined to uncover the truth.

Ye Yang failed to catch her. As the darkness enveloped the city, she vanished into the night. He heaved a sigh, his mind racing. Who could have sent her? The only person who stood to gain from his death was the Training Head?

Ye Yang decided to investigate further. He knew that the Training Head was not a man to be underestimated. He was cunning, manipulative, and had a long history of underhanded tactics. If he was behind this, he would have to be careful.

Ye Yang returned to the Escort Agency; his mind filled with doubts. He approached Barad and his wife, Ya, and told them about the attack. They were shocked and concerned.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Barad, Aunt Ya," Ye Yang said. "I didn't mean to cause trouble."

Barad and Ya assured him that it was not his fault. Now They knew that someone was trying to harm him, and they were determined to protect him.

"We'll investigate this matter thoroughly," Barad said. "We won't let anyone harm you."

Ye Yang thanked them for their support. He knew that he couldn't rely on them alone. He had to take matters into his own hands. He decided to Go back to his residence and think about this matter with Hell.

When Ye Yang arrived at his residence, he was greeted by his mother who was waiting for him. With her was his sister, Ye Mu, Hell, and his new maid. He had completely forgotten about the new maid until he saw her today.

With a surprised look, he asked, "What's going on here? Why is no one at their residence at this hour?" Then, he turned to Hell and sent a mental message, "I need to discuss something important with you."

Hell ignored him, still upset about Ye Yang's earlier behaviour. He left, leaving Hell alone with Ye Mu, who seemed to be treating him like a toy or a teddy bear.

Seeing that Hell was ignoring him, Ye Yang tried again. "I was attacked just now, and things were intense. Though I managed to survive, we need to discuss this."

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