Sha Qing

Chapter 69: Mutual Deception (1)

Leo put a bandage on his injured arm and drove to the dock on the northwest side of the Southern Island. He hopped aboard a small yacht reserved for club members, and returned to the Northern Island, where the clubhouse was, a few moments later.

Instead of returning to the villa, he headed straight for the smaller castle deep within the clubhouse complex with a frosty face.When he was stopped by the bodyguards at the entrance, he didn't mince his words and just said that he wanted to see the young Duke.

Secretary Oliver hurried over when he heard the news. He was shocked when he saw blood stains on half of Garcia's body and quickly asked why. Unfortunately, the haughty arms leader had no intention of talking to him in detail, and insisted on seeing the young duke. "

Oliver had no choice but to call for instructions, and then led him up in person.

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Yavre received Leo in the parlor. Unlike last time, he was now wearing a long white silk robe with lace trim, and he looked languid, as if he had not yet awakened from his afternoon nap although it was currently near evening.

Seeing the bloodstained man, he raised his slender eyebrows in disgust, "...What is going on, my dear Garcia? How did you get yourself into this mess?"

Garcia looked at him with a cold and angry expression. "Duke, if I remember correctly, your secretary promised us that all the activities arranged by the club are guaranteed to be safe.. The 500,000 activity funds paid by members per session are not just for fun, right?"

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Oliver interjected: "Of course, we have always put the personal safety of our members first-"

"Shut up." Garcia interrupted Oliver impolitely, "Do you want me to show you the bodyguard's body? He's got a .45 bullet lodged in his head! If I hadn't run so fast, I would have been shot in other places in addition to my arm!"

"That's impossible!" Oliver shrieked, and his eyes were full of panic and fear as his sight darted towards Yavre. he tried to explain in an anxious manner: "The bodyguards are highly trained to guide their guests on how to hunt properly and also to advise them on whether to avoid the hunting range of others. We've never had an incident of mishap!"

Garcia smiled mirthlessly, as he smeared his bloody hands on Oliver's face and neck, and the latter was forced to back away, "So, all this blood is just my hallucination? These, and these, all of it, huh? Huh?!"

Oliver ducked left and right, almost crying in embarrassment.

Their undignified appearance was too much for the Duke's son to watch. He had to relieve himself, "Garcia, my friend, your wound has been bleeding for a while now. It needs to be treated quickly ...... Oliver! Why are you still standing here? Why aren't you calling the medical team yet, you useless idiot!"

Oliver crawled out of the room under his scolding, leaving only Yavre and Leo.

The former, who wanted to lighten the atmosphere and show his kind and graceful concern but didn't really like the smell of blood on his nose, hesitated between 'Going over to the other man's side to comfort him' or 'Just remain where he was while comforting him'; and the latter, who was still furious, was just sitting on the expensive, custom-made couch, letting the blood stain everywhere.

In the end, Yavre still condescendingly moved two steps forward, sat on the soft chair across from the other man, and said in an unprecedented flattering tone: "Let us figure out what is going on... ...You mean that other members or bodyguards fired at you?"

"Judging by their clothes, they should be club members and bodyguards, but their appearances were strange." Garcia said sullenly, " From what I've seen, apart from Edman who stayed behind closed doors, the total number of other members participating in this event should be ten. But could it be that there were additional members who joined late?"

"No," Yavre denied immediately, "We only limited the quota of participants for this event to twelve people. The other members did not come to Luna Island."

"That's weird... So it wasn't a hunter that attacked me, but perhaps, a human-animal with a gun?" Garcia said mockingly..

Yavre was getting annoyed by Garcia's arrogant attitude but upon hearing his words, he suddenly thought of something and his face changed. "Human-animal ......"

He furrowed his carefully traced slim eyebrows, "I'll have Oliver check and send over the photo files of all the animals. See if the attackers are among them."

In the middle of the conversation, Oliver knocked on the door with the medical team. The doctor cleaned and disinfected Leo's arm. After a careful diagnosis, they informed them that the bullet had only cut through the flesh, causing a wound of about ten centimeters, and that there would be no serious problem after two layers of internal and external stitches.

The medical team left after treating the wounded and prescribing some anti-inflammatory medication, while Oliver was sent off to get information about the human-animals.

The parlor became quiet again. Since the sofa was also cleaned up thoroughly, Yavre didn't mind sitting on it, next to the wounded man, He chatted with Garcia while looking at his naked upper body with great interest.

Leo thus had the illusion of being licked back and forth by a slimy, wet snake, and got goosebumps in disgust. He closed his eyes unbearably and leaned back against the back of the chair, pretending to be tired from bleeding out too much.

"You look a little tired... you need to rest." Yavre said softly as he leaned in close, his fingers caressing the chest and abdomen of the wounded man.

As his long, pointed nails scratched Garcia's s nipple, he said, "You can go to that room over there, the bed inside is quite big and comfortable ......"

Damn, how long and how much do I have to put for this fucking mission! Leo tried to suppress the urge to jump up and beat the man in front of him. While trying to resist the nausea, he calculated on how to escape the situation without shedding all pretenses of cordiality.

It's a pity that a little skin injury couldn't stop Yavre's determination to drag this new 'friend' to his bed. He had become sexually aroused, and his nipples had become erect, showing visibly through his nightgown. He rubbed it against Garcia's chest while his bare knee grinded against the man's crotch.

"...... my warrior, my tyrant," he moaned against Leo's ear as he lewdly twisted his hips, "You want to bind me into a humiliating state and force me to lick your feet, right? ...... Come on whip me, pierce me, devour me ...... Come on, hurry up!"

Leo felt nauseous and almost threw up.

Just when his patience was about to run out and he was on the verge of kicking the disgusting guy off of him, the phone on the desk rang loudly.

The loud, continuous ringing greatly spoiled the young Yavre's good mood. He jumped up furiously, picked up the microphone and cursed: "Oliver, you're dead! If you don't give me a reason that's more important than the island sinking in three seconds, then you better wait till I dumped you into the sea in pieces to feed the sharks!"

Upon hearing the message from the other end of the phone,, Yavre's face turned pale and he cried out: "That can't be! Four missing? What do you mean you lost contact! No, I don't want to hear any explanations! I want you to mobilize people and find them right away!"