Common Sense Hijack System-Chapter 129

As Karl leaned against the counter, savoring the rare moment of peace, the tranquility was shattered by a loud crash from the hallway. It sounded like someone had kicked a door open, followed by angry shouting that grew louder with every passing second.

"What now?" Karl muttered, his shoulders slumping as the noise disrupted his brief reprieve.

Jane and Layla exchanged worried glances before looking at Karl. Jane tilted her head toward the door. "You better check that out. Sounds like someone’s about to tear the place apart."

Karl sighed, grabbing his jacket and heading toward the source of the commotion. As he stepped out into the dimly lit corridor, he was greeted by a chaotic scene.

Evelyn’s husband was grappling with Julia’s husband, both of them snarling and swearing like rabid animals. The two men were large and burly, their faces contorted in rage, and to Karl, they both embodied the "Ugly Bastard" trope he couldn’t stand. Evelyn’s husband had a thick neck and a beer belly that jiggled with every movement, while Julia’s husband had greasy hair and a permanent sneer etched onto his face.

"What the hell is going on?" Karl called out, though his voice was drowned out by the yelling and crashing.

He pushed his way through a small group of neighbors who had gathered to watch the fight. The two men were locked in a vicious struggle, fists flying and curses filling the air. Furniture was overturned, and the hallway was quickly becoming a mess.

"Stop it, both of you!" Karl shouted, stepping closer.

Neither man paid him any attention. Evelyn’s husband landed a solid punch to Julia’s husband’s jaw, sending the latter stumbling back into the wall. Julia’s husband recovered quickly, pulling a knife out of his jacket and lunging forward with a wild swing.

"Shit!" Karl cursed, rushing forward.

The knife caught Evelyn’s husband in the side, and he let out a guttural roar of pain. Blood seeped through his shirt as he clutched the wound, but he didn’t go down. Instead, he tackled Julia’s husband, slamming him into the ground with a thud.

"Enough!" Karl yelled, grabbing Julia’s husband by the arm and yanking him away.

The knife clattered to the floor as Karl twisted the man’s wrist, forcing him to release it. He kicked the blade aside and shoved Julia’s husband against the wall, pinning him there with one arm while glaring at Evelyn’s husband.

"You!" Karl barked, pointing at Evelyn’s husband. "Sit down and stop making it worse."

Evelyn’s husband glared at Karl but obeyed, slumping against the wall as he pressed his hand to his bleeding side. Julia’s husband struggled against Karl’s grip, but Karl tightened his hold, leaning in close.

"Are you done?" Karl hissed. "Because if you’re not, I’ll make sure you are."

Julia’s husband glared at Karl, his lip curling, but he stopped struggling. Satisfied, Karl released him and stepped back, keeping a wary eye on both men.

The neighbors who had been watching the fight began whispering among themselves, their voices a mix of shock and gossip. Karl ignored them, focusing on the two men in front of him.

"What the hell was this all about?" Karl demanded.

Evelyn’s husband grunted, wincing as he shifted. "That bastard was talking shit about my wife."

Julia’s husband sneered. "And your wife isn’t exactly innocent, is she? Everyone knows what kind of woman Evelyn is."

Karl’s jaw clenched as he pieced together the situation. He glanced at the blood staining Evelyn’s husband’s shirt and then at the knife on the floor. This was more than just a petty argument.

"Enough," Karl said, his tone sharp. "If you two want to kill each other, do it somewhere else. You’re scaring everyone here."

Evelyn appeared at the end of the hallway, her face pale as she rushed toward her husband. Julia wasn’t far behind, her eyes wide with panic as she pushed through the crowd.

"What happened?" Evelyn asked, kneeling beside her husband.

Karl stepped aside, giving her room. "Your husband got himself stabbed, that’s what."

Julia approached her own husband, her voice trembling. "Why did you have to bring a knife? This is insane!"

Her husband didn’t respond, glaring at Evelyn’s husband instead. The tension in the hallway was suffocating, and Karl could feel the weight of everyone’s stares.

"This isn’t over," Julia’s husband muttered, his voice low and menacing.

Karl stepped in front of him, blocking his path. "Yes, it is. You’re going back to your apartment, and you’re staying there. Got it?"

Julia’s husband looked like he wanted to argue, but something in Karl’s eyes made him think twice. He grumbled under his breath and stormed off, with Julia following close behind.

Evelyn helped her husband to his feet, her expression a mix of anger and concern. She glanced at Karl, her usual disdain tempered by a hint of gratitude.

"Thanks," she muttered, barely meeting his eyes.

Karl nodded, stepping back as the couple made their way down the hallway. The neighbors began to disperse, their curiosity satisfied for now.

As the corridor emptied, Karl leaned against the wall, running a hand through his hair. He could feel the adrenaline wearing off, leaving behind a dull ache in his muscles.

"Just another quiet night," he muttered sarcastically, pushing off the wall and heading back to his apartment.

Karl pushed open the door to his apartment, his face a mixture of irritation and exhaustion. The dimly lit room greeted him with the familiar warmth of Layla and Jane, who had been waiting for him on the couch. Both women looked up as he entered, their expressions shifting from concern to curiosity as they noticed the slight smudge of blood on his shirt and the tension in his posture.

Jane, ever the provocateur, leaned back with a smug grin, her voluptuous figure barely contained by the tight sweater she was wearing. "Well, well, look who decided to come back. You look like you just fought a war. What happened out there, hero?"

Layla, sitting more composedly but no less stunning in her casual outfit, frowned slightly. "Karl, are you okay? You look... stressed."

Karl sighed heavily and dropped his jacket onto the back of a chair before collapsing onto the couch between them. "Stressed doesn’t even begin to cover it. Evelyn’s husband and Julia’s husband just tried to kill each other in the hallway."

Jane raised an eyebrow, her grin widening. "You’re kidding. What happened?"

Karl rubbed his temples. "Apparently, they’ve both got beef about... well, everything. Shouting, punching, the works. And then Julia’s husband pulled out a knife and stabbed Evelyn’s husband."

Layla gasped, covering her mouth with her hand. "Oh my God, are they okay?"

Karl waved a hand dismissively. "Evelyn’s husband will live. He’s stubborn enough to survive a nuclear war, apparently. But it was a mess."

Jane let out a low, throaty chuckle, her gaze flicking to Karl with a mischievous glint. "And let me guess, you were the one who stepped in and saved the day. You really have a knack for being in the middle of the action, don’t you?"

Karl shot her a tired glare. "Someone had to stop them before it got worse."

Jane shifted closer to him on the couch, her smile turning sultry. "Well, no good deed goes unpunished. You look like you’re carrying the weight of the world on those broad shoulders of yours." Her hand trailed lazily down his arm. "Maybe you need someone to... ease that tension."

Layla blushed slightly but didn’t look away. "Jane..." she said softly, though there wasn’t much conviction in her voice.

Karl turned to Jane, raising an eyebrow. "I don’t have the energy for your games right now."

"Oh, this isn’t a game, darling," Jane purred, her fingers tracing circles on his thigh. "You’ve been running yourself ragged for days. Don’t you think you deserve a little... reward for all that effort?"

Karl’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t push her away. Jane took that as encouragement and leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear. "Come on, Karl. You know you want to. And honestly? I’m more than happy to help you... relax."

Layla, though quieter, moved a little closer on his other side, her eyes flicking to Karl with a mix of hesitation and desire. "She’s not wrong," she murmured. "You’ve been doing so much for everyone else. Maybe it’s time to let us take care of you."

Karl let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. "You two are unbelievable."

Jane grinned, her hand sliding higher up his thigh. "That’s what makes us fun."

The tension in the room shifted, the atmosphere growing heavier as the two women leaned into him, their intentions clear. Karl exhaled slowly, his tired expression softening as he glanced between them.

"Alright," he said, his voice low and resigned. "If this is your idea of helping me relax, then... fine. Just don’t make me regret it."

Jane’s grin widened triumphantly, and Layla’s blush deepened as they both moved closer, their hands and lips eager to prove their point. The storm outside faded into the background, the chaos of the night replaced by a very different kind of intensity as the three of them lost themselves in the warmth of the moment.freeweɓnovel.cøm