Chapter 145 - 145. Penetrated And Violated. (2/2)
”This Night Ryder would be our captain for our Association and not a rampaging lone wolf right now.”
Fat Bastard returned to his seat and got someone to attend to the Assassin's injuries and see how bad was the injuries when he got penetrated from behind and violated as well.
The Assassin was stripped to his skivvies and was brought out by a minion to first wash him up at the water trough outside the safe house before he was sent to meet a witch to get rid of the curse mark on his back. The witch had also performed some magic to remove the bolt that was still protruding from the Assassin's left calf.
”How could I deal with that Night Ryder. His bolt shot from the front would penetrate from behind? I had never seen such trickery before in my life. If he can't be dealt with violence, then a round of chess, checkers, backgammon, poker, gin rummy, blackjack, carroms would put him down. HE DARES TO MESS WITH US... DAMN YOU NIGHT RYDER... YOU WON'T LIVE TO SEE ANOTHER NIGHT... ”
Fat Bastard retires back to his chair, having exerted himself a little bit too much since the return of his paid Assassin. He slumped back on his armchair, sweat pouring from his bald head and down to the sides of his face.
He took a large cloth diaper and wiped down his sweat as he opened up his drawer and retrieved a bottle of drink and took several gulps from it. After he put down the bottle, he let out a loud and long belch and wiped his thick horrendous lips with the back of his hand.
”This green bottle does have a weird logo on it. Don't mind the weird logo but the drink is really refreshing and new.” Fat Bastard saw that the logo was a fat man holding a club on one hand and a skinny red Indian holding to an axe in the other and both were holding to a bottled drink and was being blown off from a large wooden tub.
”Weird logo... But nice citrus flavoured drink.” as Fat Bastard took another few more gulps and let out a long and loud belch that erupted in 3 bursts. Hah hah hah... He tapped his fat obscene tummy as he sat there with his legs on the table.
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News of me evading the attacks by the Assassin and how I made good of the situation had reached far and wide. It was a hush-hush talk among the ex-robbers and they knew that their new leader is much more formidable than their former.
”Our new leader does not take a single credit from our collection of road tax ever since and its a 100% divided by the 5 of us.”
”Yeah... I heard Night Ryder is a super-wealthy person and have a few million credits with him at all times.”
”No wonder he wants us to be under his gang. No wonder he is a gang leader because a leader leads by example. Unlike Fat Bastard that will always be a fat bastard living off our earnings.”
”Yeah man... Keeping this road free from potholes, fallen trees and roadkill is not a chore at all and all passing caravans, merchants and travellers alike would drop their 20 inside the wicker basket. How convenient is that...”
”What is a 20 for them where they could save thousands of credit from the old us where we used to rob them. Not only we have a better reputation now but we also earned recognition from the public point of view.”
”Some even packed lunches and snacks for us since they knew we worked hard to keep this road safe from other robbers as well.”
Its an irony where ex-robbers managed to foil other attempts of robbery by small-time thieves and bandits despite being their 'turf' a few days before. Hah hah hah...
Patricia and I had finally completed meeting up with all the ex-robbers who had pledged their allegiances to Booty Whirl for a more worthy cause and had distributed their new weapons and tunic. All the 87 checkpoints had been covered and 435 men had been seen and briefed.
They knew that if they were to go against my orders, the bolts from my crossbow would be shot and then they would be penetrated from behind and I would end up violating them like what I had done to the Assassin that reports to Fat Bastard. Hah hah hah...