Chapter 13: A Kind of Peace (2/2)

“Huh, old Du, what an ingenious approach! How could I have not thought of that? I should start compiling my own work too!”

The elderly named Du was smiling with delight, exceedingly pleased with himself. Ye Chong, however, stood amongst the elderly, with the info chip from Du in hand, thrown off by the conversational exchanges.

Inside, there was an extravagantly decorated dwelling room.

Jeb’s handsome facial features wore a twisted expression, as though a noble and graceful lord had transformed into a horrifying demon.

Damn it, today’s loss was completely unexpected. Jeb recalled how his gloating act must seem like a clown’s clumsy performance in the eyes of his opponent, and his anger stoked into a flaming rage.

The series of unfortunate events that befell him these past few days had stretched his endurance to the maximum, and Jeb could not take it anymore – he flung his virtual world hyperlink into the intricately patterned carpet, breaking the device into pieces.

Just the thought of the imposter made Jeb see red. How he cursed and cursed the damned bastard.

This is not the end! Definitely not! Jeb howled inaudibly in his mind.

I, the magnificent Jeb, cannot possibly lose to a scum like that. I will make him pay for this, I’ll kill him, that’s right! I’ll kill him! By then, Jeb was far from rational, his eyes bloodshot from his manic state. Jeb could not help but laugh as he imagined his opponent begging for mercy under his sword.

A few minutes later, Jeb finally cooled down and regained his composure and grace. He grabbed the comms device from the table and imperiously summoned, “Butler Qiu, get over here!”

A professional looking man gave a fist wrapping salute and a slight bow before Jeb – this was his family’s butler, Qiu.

Jeb spoke through gritted teeth, “Butler Qiu, find out everything about the NR Training Center’s pilot registered under the name YC. I want to know everything about him, understand? Everything!”

The butler’s lowered eyes darkened for a moment – whoever this YC is, they must have angered the reckless young master. He knew well enough that his young master was good only in his looks, as he was always uninterested in learning, frequently engaged with idle sport and had the bitter peculiarity of never leaving insults unavenged. Those who offended him never end up well, and many have suffered as a result.

Qiu sighed deeply – someone will suffer again this time!

But superficially, he exaggerated an obedient “Yes, sir,” and accepted his orders with due courtesy, for he would not dare to offend the young master for fear of losing his job. Moreover, the current situation was an opportunity for him, if appropriately handled.

It’s not too hard to please someone like Jeb – simply acting like the perfect servant would keep him happy, unlike dealing with his elder brother, the eldest young master. Qiu suppressed a shiver from thinking about the cunning man and his impenetrable thoughts.

Jeb was satisfied with his butler’s response, for he derived his sense of superiority from those of lower stature. Contented, he waved the butler away with pretentious grace.

Hehehe, you little fool, I’ll get to you yet, and let you realize the horrible consequences of offending yours truly!

Jeb tipped his wine glass and sipped on three-centuries-old naturally brewed red wine. He studied the glass intently, his thoughts unknown to anyone, safe for himself. The crimson drink glowed softly under the dim lighting, radiating an ominous, bloody aroma that promised certain death.