Returner Fantasy-Chapter 147: Archive - Part 7 (Violence)
"So where’s my new girlfriend and the bastard?"
"They’re inside the chief’s bedroom," Natan replied, following behind Dexter.
Dexter rushed toward the room, enduring the increasing pain of his erection with every step. The moment he opened the door and stepped inside—
—ZAP!—
The strong surge of electricity from the taser that Jeff shoved into Dexter’s neck knocked him half-naked and unconscious onto the floor.
"Ekk~!"
A surprised, flustered shriek escaped from Nubia’s lips upon seeing Dexter’s erection still going hard, causing her to retreat and hide behind Jeff.
"Did he really come here without pants? Not even underwear?" Jeff said, looking dumbfounded at Natan.
"If you’re asking whether he took them off when he arrived—no, he didn’t," Natan replied as he crouched down, grabbing Dexter by both hands and dragging him outside the room, back into the open hall of the clubhouse.
That completed the first part of Jeff’s plan against Dexter and FGH—the part they had prepared yesterday.
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Going back a day before the current event, at the basement of the apartment where eleven of Dexter’s men were being held in a separate room with Natan’s group:
"You all still not going to change your minds?" Jeff asked before locking the door and leaning his back against it.
Dexter’s men weren’t in chains, nor were their hands and feet bound with ropes, but none of the eleven dared to charge at Jeff and overwhelm him with numbers.
After all, seeing Natan’s wounded face, they already knew that Jeff wouldn’t hesitate to shoot them with the revolver in his hand—the gun he had taken from Trud’s armory.
Not that Jeff didn’t have any backup, with Kris and Marc waiting outside the door.
Still, Dexter’s men assumed that Jeff wouldn’t shoot them if they didn’t resist, even if they refused to agree to what he was asking of them.
"Do you think we’re idiots?"
One of Dexter’s men said—the guy Jeff shot in the shoulder, his injury now treated and covered in bandages. He was followed by another:
"As if we’d believe what you said."
Then another added:
"You don’t know who you’re messing with."
"Sooner or later, our families will find us."
"Once we get out of here, it’ll be our turn to mess you up. We’re going to fuc—"
The ruckus in the basement continued until Jeff pulled back the hammer of the revolver, the sound of the cylinder rotating shutting them up.
Of course, Jeff thought of them as idiots for refusing the deal he was offering.
What Jeff was asking was simple: for them to lie to Dexter and say that they had indeed captured him and Veena, just as Natan had agreed to do when he accepted the offer.
In exchange, Jeff would erase their names from the member list before revealing the FGH Archive to the public.
That way, they and their families—especially their fathers, who were alumni of the FGH organization—wouldn’t be targeted by those seeking revenge for all the girls they had tormented.
Dexter’s men refused to believe that Jeff could obtain the FGH Archive from Dexter, that people would come after them for revenge, or that Jeff would dare to reveal it publicly. After all, their families weren’t ordinary civilians—they were wealthy, and some even held political power and influence.
Regardless, there was one thing they all believed: that they would be able to leave the basement alive.
—Bang!—
Jeff finally pulled the trigger, shooting the bastard who dared to threaten him.
"ARGH!"
The bastard fell to the floor, screaming in pain from his blasted left ear, causing the others to retreat and squirm together in the corner of the room.
The sound of the gunshot and scream echoed outside the room but went no further within the basement.
"Just to remind you all, I still have your grave ready and waiting," Jeff said, reminding them of the pit where Natan’s group had almost been buried alive.
He then opened the door and stepped outside, signaling the guards assigned by Nubia’s father to rush in and treat the bastard’s injury.
"Thank you for your patience, everyone," Jeff said, bowing his head as the guards passed him.
"You’re quite ruthless, Jeff," said the old man who led the guards.
"As expected of Nubia-sama’s boyfriend," another guard added, giving him a thumbs-up.
Outside the room, Kris and Marc were already waiting, ready to lecture Jeff.
"I told you that’s not gonna work," Kris said, reminding Jeff of the consequences of trusting Dexter’s men.
They might agree at first, only to warn Dexter once they were allowed to contact him. Besides, it was already clear that they’d seek revenge once they got out.
"Rather than convincing them, we should be thinking about how to deal with them so they can’t come back at us," Kris added, laying out the easiest solution to their problem with Dexter’s men.
Just as Dexter’s men had settled their minds on revenge, Kris and Marc had settled theirs on killing them as well. After all, they were the bastards who had tried to violate their girlfriends and kill them.
Setting aside the matter of Dexter’s men, Marc pressed on to their next concern.
"Would the first bastard believe the second bastard alone?" he asked, pointing out that the success of the first part of Jeff’s plan had dropped without Dexter’s men’s participation.
"We can’t do anything else about that," Jeff replied, implying they’d have to improvise if the plan failed from the start.
"And what about the second bastard? Can we trust him to keep his men’s mouths shut?" Marc added, raising the possibility of Natan—or his men—turning against them.
"We’ll burn that bridge when we get there," Jeff replied.
"Anyway, you really hate him, don’t you?" Jeff added, noticing how Marc refused to even say Natan’s name.
"You’re not forgetting I got cut in the stomach, right?"
"And I got shot in the shoulder."
"That’s because you two are idiots," Kris said, cutting off their bickering.
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Back in the present:
"See? I told you, didn’t I? This bastard alone was enough to bring that disgusting bastard here," Marc said, reminding Kris and Jeff of their conversation in the basement yesterday afternoon.
—"You’re the one who doubted the plan, bastard!"—
Kris and Jeff shouted in unison, annoyed by Marc’s smug grin and demeanor.
"Since this is your plan, mind helping me a bit?" Natan said, interrupting their squabble.
"Why would I, bastard," Marc replied, annoyed. Instead of glaring daggers at Natan, he looked away—at what Natan was doing.
"You can handle that much," Kris added, also looking away.
"Just consider it part of your revenge," Jeff said, giving an excuse while turning away himself.
While Natan was preparing the second part of Jeff’s plan against Dexter—under Marc, Kris, and Jeff’s supervision, or more accurately, merely their presence—Nubia and three of Natan’s girlfriends hid inside the chief’s bedroom, refusing to even glance at Dexter’s still-raging erection.
Outside the clubhouse, a dozen members of the Iron Rod Legion Brotherhood stood watch, ensuring no members of the FGH organization were lurking nearby.
As for Veena, despite her begging to come along with Jeff and Nubia, she was left at Nubia’s apartment with Kris and Marc’s girlfriends.
"It’s done," Natan said, leaving Dexter unconscious at the center of the hall.
"You can take your position then... I mean, start... or relax... enjoy yourself...?" Jeff said, unsure how to put his thoughts into words. Still, Natan understood.
However, Natan had his own concerns.
"It’s kind of hard to enjoy myself like this," he said, having second thoughts about what he’d eagerly agreed at first.
"You can’t back down now, so just go in there and wait for my signal."
At Jeff’s remark, Natan entered the chief’s bedroom where his girlfriends were waiting, prompting Nubia to step outside and rush to Jeff, clinging to his back to avoid looking at Dexter.
"Don’t you dare say it, stupid Jeff," she grumbled, warning him not to bring up how he’d already told her to stay behind with Veena.
"I’m still giving you a chance to go outside, though," Jeff said, warning her she might regret seeing what came next.
"Just start already and make this disgusting bastard pay for messing with us."
At Nubia’s command, Jeff splashed a bucket of cold water onto Dexter, who lay on the floor with his hands and feet bound by rope, and more.
"Argh!"
Dexter instantly woke up and started growling in pain—not only from his erection, but from other things as well—and panicked upon realizing that he was restrained.
"Listen up, you shit bastard," Jeff said as he grabbed a chair and took a seat in front of Dexter.
"Here’s what I want. Tell me the location of the FGH Archive on the university database, along with the passcode."
"Argh!... Argh!... Argh!" 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚
Dexter kept growling in response to Jeff, not only in pain and panic, but also as a clear refusal of what Jeff was asking for—or at least, that was how Jeff interpreted and expected it.
"I guess I have to let you know first what kind of situation you’re in."
"ARGH!"
