The lights were dim with pounding music. Female dancers were in skimpy clothes, and there were rough, ruthless men all around. This was an underground bar somewhere in Itianold. There were few people who knew the place, and even fewer who dared to enter. Most of the guests who came here were people involved in the underworld all year round. Criminals shouldered countless murders, while assassins took lives as part of their job. Meanwhile, the mercenaries handled various tricky affairs on behalf of governments from different countries or other organizations. Danger and slaughter were the entirety of their lives.

As a mercenary, it was not the first time Franklin Lee had come here, but this would be his last. Just two or three days ago, he had talked to his parents who were far away in Horsburg, and they had insisted that he return to his home country.

After three years of being a mercenary, he was used to living his life constantly on edge. However, he was indeed growing weary so he did not think much and agreed to his parents' request.

After finishing the last glass of wine, he was about to get up and leave. At that moment, the door to the bar was pushed open. A red-haired man rushed in and shouted, "Hey, have you all heard? Alfred was killed; not only him, but their whole organization was wiped out!"

The man's words shocked everyone in the bar, despite all of them being used to shocking situations. One of them, a bald man, stood up and said in surprise, "That's impossible! There are more than 200 men under his command. They're fully armed, and they're the biggest gang in the south. They could only be wiped out by military force. Even then, there's no way it would be this quiet without a trace!"

A mysterious smile appeared on the red-haired man, Ronald's face, "Of course it wasn't done by the military. Have you ever heard of the Dragonite?"

"Dragonite?" The bald man, Brock, furrowed his eyebrows. "How could I not know? These past years, they've been the most infamous mercenary group; one of the five biggest in the world. They have a mere total of seven people and I've heard that the leader is an Asian, who just barely passed the legal age. Does it have something to do with them?"

Ronald nodded, "They must have done it. Otherwise, who else could have destroyed Alfred and his men without anyone noticing? Speaking of the Dragonite, their leader really is a special one..."

Ronald grew increasingly excited as he spoke, but Franklin did not intend to listen further. He put down the wine glass in his hand, dropped a unique gold coin on the bar counter, and then walked out.

As the door to the bar closed, the chaos inside was blocked out. At this hour, there was no one else on the streets. He suddenly felt a chill. He quickly took out his cigarette, lit it, and took a deep breath before he spoke, "Ah, it's so embarrassing to be praised like that to my face."

He walked to the corner of the street and was ready to hail a taxi to head directly to the airport. But right then, he spotted an enchanting figure in the nearby alleyway.

Franklin raised his eyebrows. As he wanted to head over to find out more, the figure hidden in the dark alley had already reached out their pale arm. A slender finger beckoned at him.

He was amused, and a playful look flashed across his eyes. He quickly walked over.

Entering the alley, he found a stunning woman, nearly 1.75 meters in height. She had a bright red dress on her, the short hem showing off her snowy white legs. She stood in a pair of blood-red high-heels, taking on an icy appearance; she was glamorous and seductive. 

At this moment, the woman leaned against the wall. One side of the strap of her dress gently slipped off, revealing her attractive shoulder. She said to Franklin in standard Itianold language, "Sir, would you like to do it with me?"

The red-robed woman's words were simple and direct, but they were extremely flirtatious, making it impossible to refuse.

Franklin had a small smile. He threw away the cigarette in his hand and replied in standard Itianold language too, "Right here?"

"Why not? Don't you think it's more exciting?" She retorted, slowly approaching him step by step.

An alley escapade in the middle of the night? Sounds good! Franklin no longer hesitated. He stepped forward and pressed himself against the woman's body. As he kissed her beautiful, pinkish neck, he slid his hand under her dress.

"Mm..." The woman let out a delicate hum without a shred of resistance, and let his hands wander on her tender skin.

As time went by and the kiss intensified, she seemed to be unable to suppress her excitement. She suddenly leaped and wrapped herself around him like a koala. Her slender and long legs were tightly hooked around his waist, as if inviting him to move on to the final step. 

However, in this heated moment, he suddenly stopped and said in a disappointing manner, "By the way, we haven't discussed the price yet. I can't afford to pay if it's too expensive."

"The price is not a problem. You can give me as much as you wish," Franklin stopped, but the woman did not. She answered while trying to unbuckle his belt. She did not notice that he had just spoken in Esabya language and she had answered with the same.

Having heard her response, he smiled faintly. He narrowed his eyes and said, "I didn't expect that a s*x worker in Itianold could also speak the Esabya language. It seems that the competition in your industry is quite fierce. Do you need to entertain clients from Esabya?"

This time, he used Russian, but she still understood. Her movements paused, and she quickly bounced backward, leaving more than three meters of distance between them. 

"You knew who I was from the start?" She stared at him and asked warily in English. The charm and temptation in her eyes vanished, replaced by the cold and frost of winter.

Franklin still had a faint smile, "Of course. How could a beauty like you be a s*x worker on the street? Do you want to rob all the clients from the other ladies? Not to mention, who would give the goods away before deciding on the price? Or am I really so devilishly handsome, that a beautiful woman like you is willing to give yourself for free?"

Thinking of her behavior, her expression revealed a trace of regret. She knew that she looked too eager. Nevertheless, she quickly regained her composure and took out a small pistol out of nowhere. She pointed it at Franklin and said, "Dragon King, you are indeed meticulous. Your observation skills are sharp, but even if you've exposed me, it won't change the final result. I know you are very powerful, but no matter how capable you are, you can't escape from my bullets from such a close distance. So, hand me the key to Alfred's vault now, otherwise... Mm..."

She tried to give a final warning, hoping to complete her task without using force. After all, no one in the underworld wanted to face the Dragon King of the Dragonite. However, before she could finish speaking, Franklin, who was still standing three meters away a second ago, appeared in front of her at that moment. He seized her red lips, leaving her unable to utter a word.

After a deep kiss, he showed a satisfied look, "I've heard that Alexia, the blonde stunner of assassins was an expert who's shot down countless men in romance. I didn't expect her to be a virgin. It's really surprising."

"How did you know... No! What are you talking about! B*stard!" Alexia blushed and raised her hand to shoot, but she belatedly noticed that the pocket pistol in her hand was already in his.

He looked at the mini handgun in his hand. While playing with it, he nodded and praised, "Not bad. Small, and easy for carrying and hiding. It's suitable for female assassins. Although it looks tiny, it might be more powerful than a Browning M1935."

How did her pistol end up in his hands? Alexia thought in shock and her face was full of disbelief. It was not until then that she finally realized the huge skill difference between herself and the man in front of her.

"Okay, fine, don't be upset. This can be your gift." Seeing that she suddenly looked serious, Franklin took out a key and threw it to her.

She grabbed the key, observed it, and cried out involuntarily, "Is this the key to Alfred's vault?"

"I don't know, I just found it on the way. Take it if you want," he waved his hand with a smile and turned to leave.

Alfred's bounty in the West was eight million yuan, which seemed to be a huge sum of money. However, those who knew the truth were unfazed. Alfred's real value was the 50 million yuan of gold that he had accumulated over the years.

Alexia was obviously an insider, which was why she approached him and intended to steal the key. Although he did not admit it, she knew that the key in her hand must be the key to Alfred's vault. However, she did not expect that her meticulous plan would fail. And just when she was about to give up, he simply gave her the key so casually.

"Why?" Looking at Franklin's back, she could not help asking in a small voice.

His distancing figure did not stop, "Take it as I've bought your first night; I'll come to get it in the future. Besides, I'm going to retire. More people like you will definitely come after me for this guy's key. I don't like trouble so I'm passing this trouble to you."

Who would refuse this trouble of 50 million yuan? Alexia looked at the key in her hand, then looked at Franklin, who was about to disappear in the night. She shouted, "Dragon King, I'll take care of this trouble for you, but you'll never get my first time!"