Chapter 146 Healing I (1/2)

The very next day, Nitocris called for an emergency meeting with all the Chieftains under Kazuya. When they entered the area, they were surprised to see that it was Nitocris at the head of the table and not Kazuya.

What was more surprising was that beside Nitocris was a young man sporting a dragon tattoo over his left arm.

Ice.

The lone wolf that never bothered with joining any gangs and who would beat up those who tried to ask. The cursed one that caused countless groups to die simply because the latter didn't know when to back down. He was just sitting there, playing with something in his hands and ignoring everything and everyone.

What was he doing here?

Everyone sat down nervously, but they did put up a very tough front.

”Where's Kazuya?” one asked.

”It doesn't matter,” Nitocris replied, ”I'm taking over.”

”WHAT?!” another shouted, standing up, pointing a finger at Nitocris. One second later, he fell back down, a star-shaped metal object embedded deep in his forehead. He was dead even before his body crashed to the ground.

”Ice, please,” Nitocris admonished him, ”At least let him finish his sentence.”

Ice played with another metal star in his hand while he tsked, ”His voice was annoying.”

Nitocris turned back to look at everyone at the table, shrugging, ”True.”

Everyone was quiet then.

”As I was saying, before I was rudely interrupted,” Nitocris began again, ”Kazuya has stepped down and I am taking over.”

”Anyone who objects can leave. Those who stay, the same rules of operations apply. There are no changes as it's how I've always managed things,” Nitocris said, ”Oh, except Dr. Dre and his laboratory are no more. We don't need that kind of things to get ahead. That was Kazuya's hobby, not mine.”

Of course, Nitocris need not mention that Dr. Dre was at the bottom of the ocean, feeding the sharks at that moment. Until his death, Dr. Dre never could fathom what he did wrong to deserve being executed .. rather, to be executed in that manner.

Nitocris smiled as he thought of Dr. Dre.

He had personally attended to Dr. Dre. There had been a lot of unresolved issues he had with Dr. Dre. Drako wasn't the only one that suffered under his hands. Nitocris had as well, though to a much lesser extent.

All the pent-up hatred and anger he had over his father, and for what had been done to Drako just spilled over.

He quite enjoyed the whole process and whistled as he did the work alone. No one had been allowed in and Nitocris had spent the whole night paying very close attention to Dr. Dre. He used all the tools that was available in the laboratory, constantly talking to Dr. Dre as he did his work.

When the cleaning crew went in after he was done ... all of them ended up puking in one corner.

The moment they entered the room, they had seen an intact human skin hanging at one corner, a pool of blood at its feet. Dr. Dre - or what was left of him - was on the table. He had been so expertly skinned that he was still alive. Barely breathing, but alive.

However, what made the hardened clean-up crew throw up was when they saw what was left of Dr. Dre.

Save for the chest, his entire body had no more flesh. It had been cut out until the bone, while the chest had been cut open to reveal the heart. Thus, what they saw was a skeleton that had skinned head and the heart clearly seen pumping through an open chest.

Nitocris had left word to just let him lie there until he died from blood loss. Which he did, a few days later.

Nitocris brought his mind back to the present.

He noted how everyone nodded their heads in agreement and no one made a move to leave. Many looked at the dead guy and laughed. What a stupid way to die and for a stupid reason, too. Everyone knew that Kazuya did nothing but just fucked girls and threw his weight around. It was Nitocris that was the true head.

Why object over something so senseless?

It was unanimous. Well, a new Chieftain needed to be chosen to replace the dead guy, but overall, the take-over went by without a hitch.

After everyone left, Kyle looked at Nitocris and said, ”What the-.That certainly was anti-climatic. I thought there'll be more blood or something.”