Chapter 76: 76
Draco walked out of the elevator with a dark and deadly smile . His gait was measured and his breathing was even .
There was a ominous glint in his eye as he walked the hallways of the GloryGore Labs, his strange aura not making anyone stop him although he looked completely out of place with the way he was dressed so casually .
Every step he took was incomparably profound and confusing . They were small and very light, but he would move like he had stretched his legs to the fullest with each step .
It made for a visual dissonance that was hard to comprehend .
Draco exited the labs and stood in front of it . The sky was darkening and it was reaching the close of the day . Draco had spent a long time being refined by his bloodline after all, so it wasn't surprising that the whole day went away .
He looked left and right, seeing that there was a heavy human presence as workers left work to head home . The roads were choked with traffic, meaning that he would be wasting his time by picking a cab .
Draco sighed and passed a hand through his hair .
Since he had both failed and succeeded - but mostly failed - the mission, he would have to find some money for the cancellation costs if he didn't want trouble .
It was still a fact that Bloodline or not, if he faced a league of tanks, helicopters and military grade armed footmen, he would be turned into a honeycomb .
However, that was only concerning the World Council and countries at large . To get a whole country's army to move after him was a bit unrealistic, given his age and his strength .
But for groups like the police force, the criminal gangs and even the mafia? Heh Heh .
Draco realized he had a ton of ways to make money . Since he also needed information in order to find the twins, he had an idea of where to go…
He began walking along the street casually, his aura restrained and his lips curled sightly upwards . When any girl who had hit puberty saw him, her eyes would become fixated and her breathing would slow .
Even some guys had the same reaction, showing that they were treading a different path from usual . There were some females who had no reaction of course, due to being asexual (incapable of arousal) or possessing a sexual orientation that was not trained towards men .
They still appreciated his beauty, but they didn't make any exaggerated motions, just taking a peek and nodding . After all, Lucifer's handsomeness was built on devilish and seductive charm .
Draco eventually began to step into a different part of the business area, a place much more quiet and eerier . This wasn't part of the low-end district, rather being on the outskirts of the middle-class business district .
The roads were narrow and there were a few residences as well as businesses interspersed on the road . Majority were strange looking banks, barbershops, convenience stores as well as laundromats .
For all intents and purposes, this should be a pretty normal area . Yet, Draco knew that this nice looking zone was the home of all the middle-tier mafia groups and gangs .
Every single one of these legitimate businesses were fronts for their activities . Of course, since that was so, they did not allow even the hair of a dog to be harmed in this area .
It was totally safe to be here, within a certain limit .
Yet still, no one passed this area much .
Draco, who was walking along calmly, seemed particularly conspicuous . A few of the store owners who sat behind counters reached under their desks and began speaking into the air, their words inaudible since they were in an enclosed space .
He stopped at a particular residence that looked a bit high-end . It wasn't large, just a two story house with a well-kept lawn, a playground for kids and a small swimming pool at the back .
It looked completely normal and even a bit homely . One could picture the family that probably lived inside, a family of four . One dad, one mom and two troublesome boys or two cute little girls .
Draco kicked the metal gate down and walked in with his hands behind his back .
The moment he did, it was as if the whole area froze, as not even the crickets dared to make noise . It was as if the very world was watching Draco's calm steps, disbelieving that he would actually do something like this .
However, the world eventually resumed and Draco was halted by a wealth of guns popping out in his face . Majority were automated heat-tracking self-defense turrets that sprung out of different places in the lawn .
Draco could also see a mini-railgun as well as a plasma cannon trained onto him .
Anyone who beheld this would freeze and their hearts would thump faster than their body could handle . Dying from fear wasn't out of the question!
That was because aside from the turrets, the two special guns would rend one apart into nothingness, leaving only ash in its wake . Such a fate was truly terrible .
Yet Draco scoffed and raised his leg once again…
"Do not take another step, Boy! State your name and your purpose!" A gruff voice echoed out from within the house .
Draco ignored the voice and took that step, waking towards the entrance of the house stately .
"Hmph, don't blame me for being wicked then! Die!"
The turrets fired rapidly, aiming to shred Draco into ribbons with sheer force and irrepressible numbers . The railgun and plasma cannon also fired at him .
Even with this terrifying barrage aimed at him, Draco seemed unbothered . In fact, he smiled and maintained his same pace, not even looking like he intended to dodge .
However, one would notice something bizarre . As the bullets and cannon shots entered a certain range around him, they either slowed to a crawl or were diverted ever so slightly .
In fact, it looked like there was some strange barrier around the fellow that prevented him from being soiled by the mortal world, and the displaced air from the attacks made his short and curly hair billow and twist upon his head .
One had to admit, he looked otherworldly in this moment . None of the amazing superhero movies of the past and of the modern age could capture this feeling properly, which was watching a human performing feats of impossibility .
The closer Draco got to the house, the more intense the barrage that was unloaded onto him . Yet, despite the ever increasing intensity, nothing changed . It was like the bullets suddenly lost the will to fight or were scared off .
An impossible feat since they were inanimate, but the thought couldn't help but cross through one's mind .
Draco eventually reached the front door of the house and the barrage immediately stopped, lest it hurt those who were staying inside unduly . Before Draco could even kick this one down, the door opened for him on its own accord .
He entered the house, seeing that it was well-furnished and extremely high end with expensive sofas, rugs and lightings . Draco walked past the entrance hallway and entered what he guessed was the living room .
In there, was a group of men who were casually seated around a table . They were either drinking some alcohol or leaning into their seats languidly . On a central glass coffee table was some cards that were being dealt by some of the men .
On the side was some money, clearly they had been playing betting games .
Majority of the people there were young men, with the rest being as old as their forties . Everyone wore a long suit jacket of different colors, long sleeved t-shirts which were either sealed with a tie or left open, long and slightly baggy suit pants that were also of variant colors from person to person .
Some of them had mustaches, some had goatees, some were handsome and some were ugly . Some were dark-skinned, some were pale-skinned some were smack dab in the middle .
(Author's Note: They are roughly dressed like the Yakuza from Yakuza Kiwami, and their main dressing is a variant of Kiryu's . )
When Draco entered, they all turned to gaze at him with calm expressions, as if a 21 year old fellow who could deflect bullets wasn't a horrifying existence . They continued playing their cards and sipping on their iced alcohol, a few raising drinks up to Draco out of respect .
Draco didn't stand on ceremony and took a glass for himself . He poured a bit of bourbon whiskey and placed a few ice cubes within . One of the fellows passed over a cigarette to him, but Draco waved his hands, signaling that he didn't smoke .
That particular fellow shrugged and lit up the cigarette for himself .
Draco smiled and twirled the drink and ice together in his glass, his eyes taking in the various men in the room, who also didn't hesitate to observe him quietly .
Opposite Draco was a thick and tall man who looked to be at least, 6 foot 5 . He had a light bronze skin tone and a very hairy body . His hair was cut short and slicked back, with a full beard that stretched from his side burns to his chin . It was thick and very well kept .
His face was squarish and hard, making him possess a tough demeanor that made one feel hesitant to fool about . He wasn't handsome per se, but he was far from ugly .
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