Thug and Idol: 10X Rewards Second Identity System

The assassin exhaled with relief when he stepped out from the back entrance of the Urban Mirage Club.

This was close, but he shook Hayes off. Now he could try to kill him again, find a better method, a better plan…

A man in dark clothing who stepped in front of the assassin made him pause. The assassin's experienced gaze spotted an outline of a gun under the man's jacket.

Jolting like a spooked rabbit, the assassin turned in another direction and ran—only to stop when another man stepped forward to block his retreat.

'Shit.'

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As soon as Tristan stepped outside the club, there was a call on his phone.

He picked it up.

"The bastard tried to run, but we got him, boss! Like you warned us, he left from the back exit!"

"Got it. Keep him down and move out of sight. Avoid cameras, there's a ton of them."

Tristan could feel the cold pressure of their recordings on his skin as he walked from the entrance of the club toward the back side of it.

That the assassin was alone and didn't know about Tristan's guards made Tristan smile wider. It meant this could've been just a lone mercenary again.

Otherwise, Tristan's plan to send his people to intercept the assassin from the back exit, while Tristan blocked the main entrance, wouldn't have worked so well.

When Tristan reached his men, they had found a cover in an alleyway behind a dumpster. The place stank, aggravating Tristan's nausea, but there was no one looking in that direction, and the club was a good hundred meters away.

Trey was holding the pale and sweating assassin lying on his stomach and pinned to the dirty ground, while Owen patted his pockets and pulled things out.

At the sight of Tristan, the assassin whined through his own tie that was used as a makeshift gag.

Tristan smiled at the sight.

"Great work, guys. You have him all stuffed and ready to be cooked like a pig."

Owen and Trey preened at the praise.

"Thanks, boss! He tried to run as soon as he saw us, but we got him cornered. He barely could throw a punch!"

Tristan nodded, approaching the captive and trying to breathe through his mouth.

"You acted like a very skillful assassin before, but as soon as you were found, you ran away like a complete coward. Worse than a chicken, worse than a worm. I guess this explains your tactics. They can't fight you if they die before they know you are even here… Too bad you missed your shot this time!"

Tristan delivered a vicious kick to the side of the assassin's stomach. The man's eyes teared up and bulged from pain, but the gag muffled his scream.

"Tie him up and get me a car. We will interrogate him somewhere more private."

Tristan had to know how much information the assassin had, and how much of it he shared.

[Ding!]

[You have scared a person of high skill. Reward: your PP increased by 200.]

Tristan smirked in anticipation.

Owen nodded and began pulling the assassin's arms together with his own jacket, then tied his legs with the man's belt. Then he and Trey stood up, leaving the assassin wiggle on the ground like a worm.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Tristan stopped that with another kick.

"Quiet, you. Go, I will watch over him."

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Hotwiring cars was something many gangsters knew how to do. Not Tristan, though. He suspected it was somewhere in the lockpicking skill, which he never got to use, and at the moment, didn't have the points for.

But it only took half an hour for Owen and Trey to return with a run-down car, the trunk of which was big enough for a body.

Like that, they drove to the apartment of Tristan's subordinates, where Trey helped Tristan get the man the apartment inside, while Owen stayed down in the car to guard the premises.

Other two of Tristan's subordinates weren't here, instead sleeping in the hotel and acting as normal members of security traveling with Tristan Gemello.

"Maybe it'd be better to call the others, boss," Trey suggested when they hauled the wriggling captive to the bathroom. "Stop jerking around, or I will kick your teeth out!"

The captive quietened.

"Let them be—we can deal with this ourselves. Just help me tie him up properly."

Soon enough, the man was tied up to a chair in the bathroom with his hands behind his back. Judging by the cold sweat on the assassin's face, he knew it was easiest to clean the blood from a tile floor.

"If you scream, this knife goes right into your eye," Tristan threatened in a dark and hypnotizing voice. The knife in his hand went dangerously close to the assassin's wide open right eye. "Do you understand?"

Behind Tristan, Trey leaned on a wall and cracked his knuckles menacingly.

The assassin made a shaking nod, and Tristan used the knife to cut him free of the gag.

While he spat out the taste of cloth from his mouth, Tristan stood up and took a step back.

"What's your name?"

"David Reed. P-please, you got the wrong man! I didn't do anything!"

Tristan scoffed.

"And that knife my subordinates found under your clothing was here for self-defense, huh? If you got rid of the poison, you should've thrown that out, too. Besides…"

Tristan scowled viciously and suddenly stabbed his knife in the chair right between the prisoner's legs—so close that the blade made a shallow cut on the inner thigh.

"You didn't even tell us your real name!"

[Ding!]

[Torture skill increased by 1. Reward: your PP increased by 10.]

'Huh, I almost forgot I had this skill.'

"Please! Please, I'm not lying! This is true!"

If it was, Tristan wouldn't have known—the man didn't have any ID on him. But his observation skill was telling him that the prisoner's fear was ringing just a bit false.

He was scared, but acted terrified. Acted very well, but…

Tristan clicked his tongue.

"Trey, tenderize this lying chicken for me."

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