Chapter 89: What’s so funny? Why are you all laughing?

In the largest entertainment club in Manaus...

"Mmm, press harder, harder... that’s good."

Within an opulently decorated room, Alexander lay comfortably on a plush bed, his face expressing pure contentment.

At the side of the bed, a very sultry female masseuse, dressed in risqué lingerie, was using her breasts to massage Alexander’s back.

"Sir, is my technique satisfactory?" The female masseuse smiled. "Let me help you relax first. Later, we can engage in something even more exhilarating!"

With half-closed eyes, Alexander responded contentedly, "Excellent! Just excellent!"

On another bed, Robert lay there in a daze, murmuring, "Why am I here getting a happy ending massage with them? Shouldn’t I be focusing on my training right now?"

Nearby, Louis turned his head in bewilderment, looking at the High Priest, "This massage seems a bit different from what I imagined..."

The High Priest replied with a contented tone, "Do you think it’s not stimulating enough? Don’t worry, later you can take the female masseuse to your room. You can do whatever you wish."

Louis’s face slowly turned crimson. He coughed awkwardly and said, "What are you implying? How could I ever think of such a thing?"

The High Priest responded, "Oh, it feels so good. The last time I had a happy ending massage was a decade ago."

Alexander sat up, stretching and yawning, "I’m off to the restroom. You all continue enjoying."

"See you in a bit!" the High Priest called out.

As Alexander pushed the door open and stepped out...

In the hallway outside.

A muscular figure named CharmingPrince, wrapped in just a blanket, stood in the middle of the corridor. He squinted, his eyes scanning over the doors as if he were a hawk.

Could it be? Were they actually here for a happy ending massage?! No! Something’s off! They must have some secret agenda.

Who in their right mind would get a happy ending massage in such a perilous place, especially before a mission?

CharmingPrince blinked, whispering to himself, "Are they expecting backup? I must find out their intentions immediately!"

Their room was number 168, just ahead.

As CharmingPrince strode forward, rounding a corner, he collided squarely with Alexander.

"I’m sorry..."

But the next moment, he saw Alexander’s face. His heart tightened, and his eyes glinted with a wolf-like intensity. Him! The most handsome, the most despicable of their group?

His fists clenched as he thought, Should I... end him here?

Alexander, rubbing his head, began, "Sorry, did you get..." He looked up to see CharmingPrince’s face and froze.

A moment later, the corridor echoed with boisterous laughter that seemed unending.

A server passing by began to chuckle too, "Hahaha! Oh my, this is too much! I shouldn’t laugh at the guests. We could get fined for this, hahaha..."

An infuriated CharmingPrince snapped, "What’s so funny? Why are you all laughing?"

Alexander looked at CharmingPrince’s face, covering his own with his hand, trying to stifle his laughter, but his face turned slightly red from the effort.

He turned to the waiter and said, "I’m so sorry, I really shouldn’t laugh, but...oh my God..." He tried to suppress his laughter but failed.

"Why does someone’s face look like a shriveled melon turned sideways? And it’s as if he got punched so hard that all his features got squished together and couldn’t bounce back... Oh my..."

The waiter tried to hold back his laughter, "Sir... you can’t laugh like this! It’s so impolite! Please don’t make fun of him and don’t use such comparisons! Hahaha!"

Seeing Alexander, who was desperately trying to contain his laughter but couldn’t keep the corners of his mouth from twitching upwards, CharmingPrince’s temper flared.

Steam seemed to rise from his head, and his temples throbbed angrily. "You... you..."

He admitted to himself that his appearance might be a little unfortunate. But not That unfortunate!

What do they mean by a melon that got punched so all its features got squished?

He suddenly turned to look at a mirror on the corridor wall. The image that greeted him in the reflection did somewhat resemble... the very description Alexander had given.

"This is ridiculous!" CharmingPrince, in a fit of rage, punched the mirror, causing it to shatter.

Alexander took several deep breaths, feeling guilty for laughing so openly. He composed himself and tried to apologize.

Turning to face CharmingPrince, he looked into his eyes. "...I’m so sorry for laughing at your... Oh my God! Why do your eyes look like two beans embedded in that squished melon?

They’re so close to your mouth! You could probably lick your own eyes when you stick your tongue out! Hahaha!"

Alexander doubled over with laughter, his face contorted in pain from trying to suppress it.

The waiter chimed in, "Hahaha! I’m going to get fined by the boss for this! But I can’t help it!"

CharmingPrince’s face turned a shade of red that made the veins on his temples stand out even more. He trembled with rage.

Alexander, trying to contain his laughter, said, "I am really sorry, I know it’s wrong to laugh like this. Please accept my deepest apologies..."

The waiter interrupted, "Hahaha! Why does his face now look like a ripe melon that’s been punched with all its features squeezed together?"

Alexander, once again, burst into laughter, tears forming in his eyes from the sheer force of it. He felt guilty for laughing, knowing it was impolite.

But he just couldn’t help himself.

After laughing to the point of exhaustion, Alexander struggled to his feet, panting heavily. He said, trying hard not to look at CharmingPrince’s face, "I’m really sorry. It’s not right to make fun of someone’s appearance..."

Just then, the High Priest came by holding a glass of red wine. "Alexander, weren’t you going to the bathroom? What’s..."

He then saw CharmingPrince’s face. The wine in his mouth sprayed out instantly.

"Hahahaha!!! Why does this guy’s face look like a ripe melon that’s been punched and had all its features squished together?! Hahaha!"

The High Priest’s uncontrollable laughter immediately triggered the suppressed laughter in Alexander.

Trying hard not to burst out laughing, Alexander grabbed the High Priest and said, "You can’t be this rude! ...We can’t... we’ll seem so uncouth... hehe... hahaha!"

Veins popped out on CharmingPrince’s forehead, his entire body trembling in rage, and his skin flushed red.

Bastards! These bastards! I’ll kill them today!!

No!

I must hold back!

My power is only slightly superior to this High Priest. If the two of them join forces, I’ll definitely be doomed.

I can’t confront them here!

After what felt like an eternity of laughter, the High Priest and Alexander finally composed themselves.

Breathlessly, the High Priest said apologetically, "Sorry, it wasn’t meant to mock you, I should have held it in... I..."

Just then, Robert’s puzzled voice echoed from behind.

Wearing his pajamas, Robert approached and asked, "What are you guys doing? Weren’t you getting more wine? Why..."

And then he saw CharmingPrince’s face.

Robert paused for a moment.

"Gegege! Why would someone’s face look like a pillow that’s been punched so hard the features got squashed together and didn’t bounce back? Hehehe!"

Robert’s unique laughter reignited the suppressed laughter in both Alexander and the High Priest.

The corridor was instantly filled with the uncontrollable laughter of the three men.

CharmingPrince looked as if he was about to explode, steam practically rising from his body.

"I can’t take it anymore!" gasped Alexander, grabbing the arms of Robert and the High Priest, laughing, "Stop, stop! No more laughing, let me catch my breath!"

The High Priest, equally winded, chimed in, "My lungs! Stop, just stop! No more laughing, absolutely no more!"

At that moment, footsteps from behind signaled the approach of Louis.

"Huh, why are all of you here?"

The three desperately tried to stifle their laughter, shooting desperate glances at Louis, urging him to move on.

But Louis looked puzzled. He then turned to the fuming CharmingPrince.

Surprisingly, he didn’t laugh. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Politely, he extended his hand to CharmingPrince and asked Alexander, "Is this Melon-faced gentleman a friend of yours?"

"..."

"..."

CharmingPrince, trembling with rage, pointed at them and stammered, "You... you..."