Chapter 66 - President Dus Birthday Party (19) (1/2)

Back in AVENGE, when he heard the cold voice of DX, Phantom finally released the breath he was holding.

He had heard what had happened to Kai Xin over the microphone. When she removed her clothing, she had forgotten to disconnect the call.

Even though the sound was muffled by the clothes, he could hear clearly as she begged for help and the fear in her voice was evident to anyone who was listening.

Phantom gripped tightly onto his thighs as he blamed himself for being useless.

It was incredibly hard for him to continue listening without hearing the young voice of another girl crying for help.

When he heard her cries, he wanted to just pull off the headphone but he was afraid that something might happened to her.

"Kara, baby...We will go to my room for now."

When he heard DX's words, he sighed in relief and not long after that, he hung up the phone. He then started to work on deleting his presence from the Du's network.

Even though it would take him quite some time, he had to be careful as he erased every little hints of his presence while avoiding any possible detection.

Once he was done, he went down to the bar to resume his duty as the owner and manager. For their safety, his persona must be maintained at all times.

When he returned two hours later, he noticed a drunk red-headed guy sitting on the couch humming a song that Phantom had heard a million times. Phantom sighed when he saw Ghost massaging his left hand as he gazed blankly at the wall.

His $2000 a piece shirt was wrinkled and torn and there was a nauseating smell in the air that made Phantom wrinkled his nose.

He frowned at the sight of the grey wig and the empty cans of beer scattered all over the floor before covering his nose with a handkerchief as he complaint loudly, "What the fuck was that smell?"

Ghost glanced at him and smiled, "Oh hey! It's our dear ZiYan. Oh wait! Should be our dear Phantom..."

He lifted a can from the table and air cheered him.

Phantom looked at him in contempt as he snarled, "If you aren't so pathetic looking right now, I would fucking beat you up for your dumb stunt."

He wheeled himself closer to Ghost only to wrinkled his nose even more. "Seriously! What the fuck is that smell!"

"Huh?" Ghost took a sniff at himself and shrugged, "That's probably the smell of the prostitute I banged earlier."

Before Phantom can say anything to insult the drunken idiot, the latter started laughing. In his laugh, it carried a heavy tone of sadness that crept into Phantom's heart, making him unable to beat up that idiot.

"A cheap skank that smells horrible and uses drugs. That's who I deserved."

"I don't get you." Phantom wheeled over till he was right next to him and grabbed the freshly opened can of beer out of Ghost.

He downed half of it before saying, "If you are going to be this pathetic, why do you still hurt her?"

Ghost frowned as he grabbed back the can of beer and downed the remaining beer.

To the disgust of Phantom, he belched loudly and dropped the empty can of beer on the floor before saying,

"What are you talking about? I didn't hurt the pro. She's still alive and kicking... and $4,000 richer. Man have to live up to his rep as a filthy rich bastard."

Ghost was about to pop the tab from a new can of beer when Phantom grabbed it from him.

"You know what I'm talking about."

Ghost sighed and glanced at him with an annoyed face, "You are not going to stop, aren't you?"

"Not unless you tell me the reason why you put her in such a dangerous situation."

Ghost leaned back against the couch and after a moment of silence, he laughed softly, "She was never in danger. Not a serious one anyway."

Angered at his lack of seriousness, Phantom reached out and grabbed the collar of his shirt, and yelled, "She was not?! That fucker woke up and he almost raped her! Again! How could you make her go through such a horrible thing again?!"