Chapter 145 The Escape (1/2)

The stupid butt-grabber screamed and turned to run out.

However, just as he turned, he stumbled and fell down, screaming even louder. One could see him clutching his leg, and saw that there was something protruding from behind his knee. It had pierced through and his knee cap was shattered. Stan went forward to help him but fell back unconscious as a huge bump started to form on his forehead and a snow globe rolled away.

[Good shot, Kay] Kyle praised.

Kay's hands shook a bit but she was steady. She had thrown the thin blade at the guy who had tried to escape, but the bump in the forehead was Kyle's doing. He had grabbed the first thing he could and it just happened to have been a small snow globe on the coffee table beside the sofa.

Kyle focused entirely on the five men that were in the room.

Five big, bulky men.

They stared at him, and started cracking their knuckles, ignoring the wailing butt-grabbing guy and the unconscious Stan. Luckily, the office outside was sound-proof, as Kazuya tended to have too much fun in his room. One can't really work with all the screams and grunting, right?

The men walked over towards Kyle and Kay, their faces showing grins as they studied the two in front of them.

Kyle watched them approach and took off his shirt, as he needed the freedom of movement. Having the torn shirt flapping around would hinder it.

”Man, such a pretty boy,” one said, wiping his mouth as he watched Kyle do an unintentional striptease, ”When Dick said the Boss wanted us to break someone, he didn't say he would be this good looking.”

”Come to Papa, baby,” another said, rubbing his bulge, ”We'll take really,really good care of you.”

Kyle didn't say a word, but walked over to the wheelchair and put on his shoes. His fingers slipped under the soles and took out two small blades unnoticed and palmed them. He put his hands in his pockets, then gestured to Kay to sit down.

[Kay, close your eyes for me, okay?]

Kay did so obediently. The moment she did, Kyle moved.

He was so fast that the five guys weren't prepared at all when he was suddenly in between them. He grabbed one guy by the throat, crushing his windpipe with his bare hands while at the same time, he lashed out with a vicious side kick towards another's windpipe. Crushing it as well.

Kyle was seriously pissed off.

He could end this quickly just by using the knives, but he had pent-up frustrations to release. Having to sit still while that butt-grabber felt up Kay made him so agitated that he almost lost it. Having that pig caress his face then touch his chest made him want to punch him in the face. So feeling the bones being crushed under his hand and foot was very satisfying.

Those two just gasped like fish that had been taken out of the water and they fell, dead.

Kyle didn't stop, using the momentum from the side kick to twirl around. He gave a chop to the side of the neck of the guy that had been slightly behind him. The force of it was so strong that the guy fell down, gasping for air.

In that split second, one guy jumped on Kyle from behind, grabbing Kyle's neck and held it in a choke hold.

Kyle immediately placed his left foot behind while bending his knees, while giving his attacker a sharp jab to the ribs. The sharp pain made his hold on Kyle's neck loosen, and Kyle bent further down to a 90 degrees angle.

By doing so, the attacker was unable to get a firm grip on his neck any longer.With his head lowered, Kyle turned towards his left, turning 180 degrees so that he was now facing his attacker. Immediately after the turn, Kyle gave two heavy consecutive strikes to the groin, making his attacker double over in pain.

Kyle punched him in the ribs again, harder this time, by releasing a sudden burst of power just as his punch connected. He followed up this punch immediately with his other hand straight to the side of the attacker's jaw. Kyle could even feel the bones being crushed from the force of his punch, dislocating the jaw in the process as well.

The guy fell back, unconscious, his mouth gaping open.

Kyle turned quickly, in a fighting stance, to face the last two guys ... only to see that they had retreated further back into the room and was even at the doorway to get away from him.

Seeing this, Kyle gave a smirk.

He stood up straight, cracking his neck and loosening his shoulders before nonchalantly putting his hands in his pockets. When the two guys saw that Kyle didn't seem like he was going to attack, they grinned to themselves. Their eyes darted to the open door, and they looked at each other before looking back at Kyle.

They froze.

Kyle was just standing there, several feet away, but they suddenly felt like Death was descending upon them. They couldn't move. He just gave them a slow smile, then flicked his wrists and they barely saw something whiz by and then, a sharp pain ... they looked down and saw a long, thin blade right where their heart was, blood spreading like a flower blooming on their shirt.

Both bodies fell back, dead.

Kyle leisurely walked over to the butt-grabbing guy that was now just whimpering in fear on the floor. He stomped on the guy's wrists with the heel of his shoe, breaking it. After that, he stepped on the fingers and crushed each one slowly, grinding the heel of his shoe on them. Kyle's face was impassive as the guy screamed in pain as Kyle did the same for the other hand.

Once done, he kicked the guy in the face until he was unconscious.

Kyle retrieved the two thin blades in the bodies of the guys and sliced the neck of the last guy (with the dislocated jaw), leaving Stan alone. He wiped off the blood on the shirt of the guy then returned the blades into its hiding place under the soles of his shoes.

”You can open your eyes now, Kay,” Kyle said softly, kissing the top of her head.

Just then, Nitocris walked in, sighing and shaking his head at all the dead bodies around. So much blood to clean up. He looked at Kyle, and Kyle just shrugged.