Modern World Warlock-Chapter 171: Don Vincent
Somewhere on the western territories of Novaria, deep within a rainforest, a group of armed soldiers were guarding an open drug laboratory.
The workers had their wrists cuffed with long chains, their clothing was tattered and shredded, and their cheeks were concave from evident malnutrition.
On the other hand, the guards looked quite formidable, wearing tactical gear that covered their entire bodies and faces, leaving only a glimpse of their eerie, white eyes.
As the enslaved workers loaded the drug packages into a small plane, a tall, burly man with an imposing aura stood outside, watching the process while smoking a cigar.
The man, who had a bald head and a mustache, was wearing an expensive-looking suit that contrasted with the rest of the attires of the people around him.
"Don Vincent, the loading is finished," said one of the armed soldiers.
The bald man took a puff of his cigar and frowned. "About time… I got shit to do," he said.
When Don Vincent boarded the plane next to the pilot, who also wore tactical gear that shrouded his identity, they took off and started to leave the jungle.
Not even five minutes into the air, Don Vincent pulled out his phone from his pocket and stared at the home screen with a somewhat deranged expression, making him breathe heavily.
The pilot acted like nothing was happening beside him, but Don Vincent couldn't keep his eyes off his phone's wallpaper, which was a picture of the idol Kim Mi-Yun.
After flying for an hour, the small plane landed on a dirt runway, where another group of soldiers unloaded the cargo and transferred it to a few trucks.
Still, Don Vincent didn't pay attention to the subordinates and kept staring at his phone screen, only to get brought back to reality when he received a call.
"Hey, did you contact them?" Don Vincent asked as soon as he picked up the call.
The person on the line seemed to give the bald man a set of instructions, which Vincent understood and nodded.
After Don Vincent left the secret airport in a sports car, he drove to a seemingly abandoned warehouse, where two individuals were waiting for him at the entrance.
One was a tall man, a little over six feet high, with white hair and red eyes that were slightly covered by the hoodie he wore.
Beside him, a short woman stood with an imposing aura, wearing two ponytails and sharing the same hair and eye color as the man.
The woman could have easily convinced people she was a teenager if it weren't for her confident and severe expression.
"Don Vincent…?" They asked as the bald man got out of his car.
"Mhmm, and you are?" Vincent asked in return.
"You can call me Number 2. The woman here is Number 4…" The man replied.
Don Vincent knew that the two individuals had real names, but they referred to themselves as numbers when talking to their clients.
When the bald man approached them and showed them his phone's wallpaper, the two individuals stared at the picture with utter indifference.
"Is that the target?" Number 2 asked.
"Yes—and it is imperative that she is alive!" Don Vincent clarified.
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The bald man spoke in detail, explaining that the idol was going to be touring around Novaria. However, she wouldn't perform in any city on the western side of the country.
"Obviously… This place is a shithole," Number 4 commented.
Vincent glared at the woman with a bit of disdain, feeling offended at her words. Still, she brushed it off and doubled down, saying that no artist would put themselves in danger by coming to such a place.
After Vincent took a deep breath to avoid arguing with the girl, he continued giving his instructions.
"Finish the request, and I promise that the Onyx Cartel will have your back at any time," Don Vincent said, leaving the place.
After Vincent left, the two individuals remained at the abandoned warehouse with pensive expressions for a few more minutes.
"What do you think, Laurent?" the girl asked.
"I'm looking it up… It says this woman is signed under the JADE talent agency," he replied, scrolling his finger on his phone screen.
"Hmm, so it's the Jade Dragons company… They are trying to make it obvious to keep us away," the girl said, placing a hand on her chin.
"Yeah, but they supposedly had a struggle not long ago, so maybe their protection isn't as tight as when the GTS was managing it…" Laurent explained.
"Then, we just wait for the perfect moment… Seriously, how hard could it be?" The girl said in a slightly arrogant tone.
"Irina, you shouldn't underestimate others just because we are strong. Remember what Mother said?" The man commented.
"Yeah, yeah…" Irina replied indifferently.
"Well, either way, let's go talk to Mother and see what course of action we should take—I don't trust the cartel, but having them owe us a favor could be useful," Laurent said.
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At the city of Novis, inside the Jade Palace, Megan and Dante were brought into a changing room, where a tailor was taking the warlock's measurements.
Dante didn't know what the whole ordeal was for, but he just went with it and complied with the tailor's requests, who ended up making an excellent suit for the warlock.
Camille explained that both Megan and Dante would need two outfits when working as security for Kim Mi-Yun.
One was a suit that was made with a material that allowed them to move freely without feeling constrained by the fabric, which was the outfit they would have to wear the most.
The second was an elegant, tailored suit for Dante and a beautiful black cocktail dress for Megan.
The brunette pondered why she would need such a dress, and Camille explained that there were a few events in between concerts that they would have to attend.
"A lot of rich families are going to be hosting a few formal parties, and they invited the idols, so obviously, it's your job to accompany them…" Camille explained.
