Gehram, the Red Lip Avenue, the Amour Brothel.

Creak! Creak! Creak!

"Ahh~ Ahh~ Ahh~"

In the midst of the sound of the creaking bed and moans of pleasure, Dorian let out a deep breath and fell into a state of blissful satisfaction.

He let go of the hips he had been gripping so tightly and sat back down on the bed with a satisfied look on his face.

"Haah~ Haah~"

The blue-eyed woman pressed against the mattress, her eyes half-closed as she basked in the afterglow of their passionate lovemaking, and she then lay flat on her stomach.

She reached over to grab a pack of cigarettes from the nightstand, took one, and offered one to Dorian.

"Want one?"

"Nah, I am good. I am not much of a smoker."

Dorian said with a chuckle, rubbed his eyes, and tried to find his socks from the floor.

While he wanted to purchase an overnight stay in the brothel, he couldn't afford that, surprisingly enough, and thus, settled with a three-hour session.

Thus, he still planned to take a visit to the pub before heading back to the Fantastic Inn to sleep his drowsiness away before starting his journey to Rask.

While looking for socks, the double doors suddenly slammed open, taking both of them by surprise.

The blue-eyed woman, whose cute round eyes, button nose, and rosy cheeks made her look like a doll, quickly covered her naked self with a blanket.

"Annabelle!"

Through the door, an angry-sounding man stepped inside. He was tall, over two meters, and looked like a mad giant.

It looked like he'd been sitting under the sun for too long, as his skin was darkly tanned and leathery.

"Leroy? What are you doing here…?"

Annabelle asked while trying to hide herself behind the blanket as well as she could, and some of the other prostitutes looked from outside with troubled gazes.

"Go get madam!"

"It's Leroy again… I think his obsession with Annabelle has gone too far."

With his mad gaze, Leroy looked at Dorian, who looked like he was about to piss his pants. It was a furious gaze.

"You touched my Annabelle?"

"I-I didn't know… I-I-I thought."

Dorian stammered.

"I am not yours, Leroy! There is nothing between us. Just leave, I don't want to see you!"

Annabelle shouted.

"That's not what you said when you slept with me. You said you liked it. You said I was the best you ever had."

Leroy said coldly.

"You were my customer. I am saying the same thing to every customer. It's what we do to get repeated customers!"

Annabelle cried out.

"You… whore."

Leroy growled and stepped inside the room, but at that moment, his nose got tickled with a sweet smell, and a hand touched his broad shoulder.

He turned around and witnessed a beautiful red-haired woman looking at him with a handheld fan in one hand and a red smoking pipe in the other.

While Annabelle was cute, like a little sister, she was dangerously charming and alluring, with eyes that seemed to draw him in and never let go.

Her features were finely carved: high cheekbones dusted with the faintest rose, a narrow nose, and full lips with a natural pout—the color of ripe cherries after rain.

She was willowy, but not frail. Her figure was carved in soft curves and long lines. The posture was confident without effort, spine straight, shoulders relaxed, as if she owned whatever ground she walked on.

She also had a pendulum necklace around her slender neck. It was amethyst pendulum.

Genevieve Amaranthe, the owner of the Amour Brothel and the most beautiful woman in all of Gehram.

"I-It's you…"

Leroy's legs turned weak, as if he wanted to kneel before her, but he refused and straightened his back.

He towered over her easily, but to onlookers, it looked like Genevieve was the bigger one between the two of them.

"Madam!"

Annabelle relaxed with a sweet smile.

"I think you should leave, Leroy. The same goes to you, naked man."

Genevieve said, staring at both Leroy and Dorian.

With a hurried nod, Dorian just put his clothes on, forgot his socks as he couldn't remember where he misplaced them, and ran downstairs.

Coldly, Leroy brushed past Genevieve and angrily stomped past all the curious prostitutes and onlookers.

He chased after Dorian.

"Hey, where the fuck do you think you're going?"

Dorian, after making his way downstairs, heard the shout and turned back to see Leroy stomp after him.

"W-What do you want?"

"You fucked my girl, and now I will fuck your corpse, bitch. Ever heard of the Mutual Combat Law? That's right, I am challenging you to one!"

Leroy said with a scream.

Upstairs, Genevieve looked down at them, took a puff of her red drug pipe, and had no intention of stopping them.

"Madam, shouldn't you stop them? They'll make a mess of your business."

Annabelle said, wearing only the red blanket around her, which left her naked body exposed to the cold air.

"He can always refuse the Mutual Combat Law. If he does, and Leroy attacks him, it will officially be a crime."

Genevieve said, took another puff of the drug pipe, as if she couldn't stop doing that, and leaned back against the red brick wall.

The doors opened, and half-dressed customers looked out at the sight, as if they were treating it as a live theater performance.

"Haha, how interesting~"

With a pearly white-teeth smile, Marceau looked downstairs while a beautiful woman was hugging his back, licking him as if he were a delicious ice cream.

"I-I don't want to!"

Dorian cried out, but seeing Leroy's mad gaze, even if he wasn't going to accept, he was still going to hit him.

He hoped that someone would stop him, but it looked like everyone was just enjoying the show and leaving the two be.

"You'll die if you don't."

Leroy said coldly.

"Ngh…"

Dorian stepped back but collided with something, and he turned around—his eyes turned wide—and saw that the person standing behind him was his co-worker, Kael!

"Kael!"

He shouted.

"…"

Kael looked at the scene coldly, the Black Revolver in his right hand, and with his left hand, he smoked a cigarette.

While walking back to the Fantastic Inn, since it was close to the brothel, he heard the ruckus and saw that Dorian seemed to be in quite a bind.

"Who the fuck are you?"

Leroy asked angrily.

"…Let's go, Dorian. I think you've had enough fun for the night."

Kael said, pushed Dorian towards the door, and walked behind him.

With a relieved sigh, Dorian thought that it was the end of it, but he then heard Leroy's ugly-sounding laughter.

"Hahahaha—I should've known that it would be Outlaw who is running away. Pathway for cowards and murderers!"

Leroy chuckled, and when he smiled, it looked like his face was about to rip in half as his smile reached his ears.

"Okay."

Kael turned around, placed the Black Revolver against Leroy's forehead, and pulled the trigger.

BANG!

"What the fuck did you do?!"

Dorian screamed, and in a panic, he just ran out of the brothel without looking back. It was because he knew what would happen next.

Leroy leaned back, looking like he was about to fall on his back, but then he laughed once more and straightened his back.

The bullet was etched into his forehead, but it didn't go through, as if his skull stopped it.

"Hahaha!

"I am part of Primal Pathway, you brainless fuck. A weak bullet like that cannot hurt me, and you've just signed your death!"

Leroy said with a grin, pulled the bullet out of his forehead, and tossed it aside.