Chapter 353: Chapter 352.

Chapter 352. Forming a Strategic Alliance. (4/10)

“How the hell is yer girlfriend asleep right now through all of this?”

“I’m not asleep. That loud rumble woke me up earlier. I just thought I might as well enjoy my last moments alive relaxing rather than panicking.”

I turned to Yuna and her eyes were open.

“Hurry up, let’s swap clothes.”

“Sure.”

Yuna stood up and unabashedly started stripping in a calm fashion.

“Shouldn’t yuh be a bit more hesitant?” The short blond-haired girl asked.

“I could die if I hesitate.”

“Right… uh… do yuh mind lookin away?” She asked me.

“Sure.” I closed my eyes and turned away in the opposite direction as she similarly stripped. When they were done the two of them were in each other’s clothes. The girl rubbed her own face and smeared it on Yuna’s forehead, cheeks, arms, and legs. 

When they were done she snuck Yuna into the garage area by hiding her behind baldy’s back. Baldy had a bunch of other guys form a wall to keep her hidden and out of sight. 

I sat down on the chair when the short-haired blond girl suddenly straddled my lap facing me.

“What are you doing?”

“If we do sometin like this, they won’t see yer face. Yuh don’t want em to see yer face here, do yuh?”

“Well… it’s true that it would be ideal if they don’t see my face here.”

“Then don’t complain. I’m makin a huge sacrifice for yuh here.”

My vision suddenly went dark as I felt something soft squeezing against my cheeks. She’d pulled the skimpy top over my head and didn’t even have a bra underneath it.

“What the hell! You don’t need to go this far!”

“Shut up, dumbass. They’re comin. Just keep yer mouth shut, don’t say a word, and keep movin yer hands to make yerself look like a lecher who’s too lost in his lust to even notice his surroundings.”

She grabbed my hands and placed them on her chest before she started to grind her groin up against me.

How the hell did I end up in this sort of ungodly position! 

The door suddenly opened up.

“Woah, you provide this sort of service to customers at the entrance to your shop?”

“W-W-What the hell do you think you’re doing Shia!” It was Lea’s voice, but it was the one I was familiar with. Not the cold one I’d heard outside just now.

“What am I doin? What does it look like I’m doin? I’m havin some fun like I always do when you’re out and about.”

“Get a room if you’re going to do that sort of thing! And you’re saying you always do this when I’m out? I’m going to have to give you some serious re-educating later.”

“Cut me some slack. I was so pissed off hearin this bastard talk that I had to find somewhere te let off some steam. This was the quickest way. My entire body feels dirty just hearin this asshole’s voice. The only way to cleanse my body is doing this sort of thin.”

“Now, now. Lea, no need to interrupt her servicing your valuable customer here. Hahaha. Rat’s are willing to fuck anywhere and everywhere after all. She’s merely being true to what she is, a lowly street rat.”

“I’d rather be a street rat than swine.”

“You’ve got a mouth, huh? I’ll remember you. When we take down Faceless in the future, I’ll be sure to let your body remember what it feels like to be dominated by the swine you detest so much. I’m sure it’ll feel wonderful watching you squirm under me with boundless hatred in your eyes as the people you care the most for are killed directly before your eyes and the women in your gang are turned into sex toys.”

“Why don’t you go back and stick your dick in one of your lackey’s assholes and enjoy that?”

“Hehehe, keep running your mouth, girl. You’ll be the one to regret it. Now then, Lea, let’s continue our tour.”

“Right…” When Lea passed by us, she said, “I’ll deal with your re-education after this.” 

Their tour through the shop continued. Malory and the Swastika gang leader were very thorough, they were looking through every last inch of the place. They even took a look in the garbage bin to make sure nobody was hiding inside it. They searched through the place from top to bottom, but they didn’t find the people they were looking for hidden inside the shop anywhere.

After an hour of them searching through the place from top to bottom, they eventually gave up and left empty-handed. The crisis… had narrowly been averted, and thankfully, they didn’t get a look at me. I could still use my current appearance as part of my disguise for the plan I had in mind without having to worry about being caught.

Only when they left did Shia get off of me.

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“Thanks for your help.”

“Yuh owe me one.”

“Yeah, I do. Big time.”

“Ehehehem!” The person who just cleared their throat as they opened the door and entered in the absolute worst mood imaginable was Lea. “Do you two care to explain what the hell all of that was about?”

“Lea, he’s the kidnapper they were looking for, but he says he’s not a kidnapper and it was his girlfriend who was about to be raped by their people. Te begin with, she was never kidnapped. He intervened and got her outta that situation.” Shia shot out a rapid-fire answer obviously afraid of the re-education Lea mentioned before.

“Hah?” Lea’s jaw hung open slightly ajar as she tried to process the nuclear bomb that had just been dropped all in one go.

“He’s… the… kidnapper?”

“I’m not a kidnapper.”

“That voice… it sounds a bit familiar. Where have I heard it before? Hey, do I know you?”

“Huh? Lea, you don’t recognize him?”

“No. But… his voice… it is familiar.”

“Does it help if I do this?”

I placed my right-hand index finger in front of my eye and took out one of my colored contacts.

“Huh? You got black eyes, not blue?” Shia had a quizzical expression on her face.

“Correct, they’re black.”

“Colored contacts? Black eyes? Black hair…” Lea mumbled to herself before she continued, “it feels like I’m on the verge of remembering, but I’m not quite there yet.”

“Haaaaaah. About eight weeks ago, at the motorcycle training course, you gave me this there. Is that enough to jog your memory?” I held up the handwritten business card between my index and middle finger.

“The motorcycle training course… ah! It’s you! The punk who took my face mask and sucked at riding!”

“You could at least remember me as the kind person who paid for your food.”

“Oh, right, that happened too, didn’t it? But… why’d you suddenly show up here now? Did your motorcycle break down or need repairs?”

“Do you mind if we talk alone?”

“Alone?” She frowned, it was obvious she was on guard against me.

“If you’re concerned Swastika sent me to try something and you want to keep your gun pointed at me at all times while we talk and not get close to you, I’m fine with that. You can handcuff or bind my arms and legs if that’ll make you feel safe. If you need to have me searched for weapons you’re free to do so. I don’t have anything to hide. I need your cooperation.”

“Cooperation? For what?”

“I’d rather not say it out loud in the open.”

“Why?”

“Didn't yuh say yuh were here because of that girlfriend you came here with?

“He… came here with his girlfriend? You mean… the girl they were looking for?”

“Yup. I swapped out with her so she could blend in with everyone.”

“Are you crazy! We could all be dead if she was caught disguised as one of us! Where is she!”

“She was in disguise before she even came here. We smeared her face with splotches of grease so she’d blend in better. There’s no way she woulda bin recognized.”

“I’m right here,” Yuna entered from the garage and made her presence known.

“Huh? You do... look completely different from the picture they showed me. Did you go as far as cutting and dying your hair?”

Yuna shook her head, pulled her wig up, and clarified, “No, it’s a wig.”

“It’s a miracle they didn’t find you here. Look, I’m sorry to say this, but the two of you should leave and get out of the city. I despise Swastika so I won’t out you, but I can’t afford a war breaking out with Swastika because of the two of you.”

“Before you have us leave, can I at the very least talk to you alone first?”

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