SSS Ranked Dragon King: My Innate Ability is Unbelievable.-Chapter 172: You’re sure about this?

Chapter 172: Your’re sure about this?

" Where’s Ranger?" Su Ping glanced around the bar but couldn’t find the man.

’ Perhaps he’s on a lunch break?’ Su Ping wondered.

" Ranger went to the restroom, master, he should be back shortly but, if it’s something urgent, perhaps I could be of service?" Vivian said, drawing Su Ping out of his thoughts.

’ Well it doesn’t matter who it is, I just need someone who knows this city properly.’ Su Ping said to himself. He was just about to tell her to come with him when he realized that he couldn’t.

’ If she came with me, then who would I have run the bar.’

" Master, You’ve returned. Is there something you need." Su Ping heard Rangers voice at that moment. The bearded man walked on over, looking every bit like a loyal servant.

" Are any of you knowledgeable when it comes to purchasing a home?" Su Ping squinted his eyes as if asking a serious question.

’ Real estate?’ The both of them thought to themselves, clearly confused.

’ Why is master bothered with such a thing?’ Vivian said in her mind.

" I’m afraid I have no ties to that department, Master." Ranger politely declined. Su Pings expression deflated like a whoopee cushion from his reply.

" Perhaps I could be of service?" Vivian spoke up.

" You’ve purchased a home before?" Su Ping raised a brow, he looked doubtful. He found it hard to believe that the former red light district worker was versed in such matters.

" I-I haven’t but, I’m sure I can help." She replied.

’ I guess any help is better than no help at the moment.’

" Fine then. Ranger, you’ll be in charge of the bar till we’re back. Vivian, you’ll be coming with me." Su Ping took Vivian and left the bar to begin house hunting.

Unlike before when he went about trying to purchase every building in the area, this time around, he wasn’t going to just buy anything he saw, since Melinda, Mel, Sal and the new addition, would be living in it.

He needed to find a place that was perfect, close to bustling streets, not run down or lacking maintenance, and definitely not in a bad neighborhood... although the last part could be fixed in a flash since all he had to do was kill the troublemakers.

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Meanwhile, while Su Ping was out house hunting. Someone else wasn’t having a good day like himself.

Currently, The air in Nicholas’s lavish home was thick with the acrid scent of spilled wine and the sharp crack of shattering glass.

" Damnit! How could this have happened?!" He cursed loudly, his voice echoing off the polished mahogany walls.

His blonde hair, usually meticulously combed, hung in disheveled strands over his sweat-dampened brow, his muscular frame starkly bare as he stormed through the room, his bare feet slapping against the cold marble floor.

"How could that damned scapegoat be tied to the Viscount’s household of all things?" he bellowed, still amazed by the news that was relayed to him, not to long ago.

In a fit of frustration, he seized a crystal ornament from a nearby table and hurled it against the wall, where it exploded into a glittering cascade of glass shards.

His eyes, usually cold and scheming, blazed with a fury that seemed to consume him, his broad shoulders heaving with each ragged breath. "All my plans! ruined in one fell swoop!" he spat, kicking over an ornate chair, its velvet cushion tumbling to the ground like a wounded bird.

Still seething, Nicholas’s rage burned hotter as he paced the wreckage of his opulent parlor, the air now heavy with the scent of splintered wood and overturned candles.

" And to think I even poured a sizeable amount of the gang’s funds into bribing those filthy scumbags at city hall." he growled, his voice low and bitter, his hands clenching into fists so tight his knuckles whitened.

"All that gold, wasted!" He swung his arm, sending a silver candelabrum, crashing to the floor, its candles rolling across the rug, their flames snuffed out in smears of wax.

Nicholas had never experienced such failure before, he was known as a mischievous and extremely shrewd individual, which was how he made a name for himself, not only in the southern region of Rose City but throughout all regions of the city.

His reputation as one of the southern region gang’s heads was built on his ability to bend others to his will without lifting a finger, but this setback had cracked his carefully crafted facade, revealing the raw, volatile core beneath. A bitter man who hated nothing more than to watch his carefully crafted plans, crumble before his eyes.

In the shadowed corner of the room, three women huddled together in silence, their bare skin prickling in the cool air, their eyes wide with terror as they watched Nicholas’s rampage.

Their trembling hands clutched at one another, their breaths shallow and rapid almost similar to hyperventilating.

The faint scent of their perfumed oils mingling with the potent scent of spilled wine in the air.

Each of the three women were had distinct appearances that set them apart from one another, one with raven hair cascading in waves, her lips pressed into a thin line, another with brunette curls, her freckled shoulders shaking in fear, and the third, was a blonde woman with slightly pale porcelain skin, her gaze darting nervously toward the door as if hoping to flee without being caught.

They three of them were silent, their bodies tense, as if wishing they could melt into the walls and escape the storm of Nicholas’s wrath.

Panting now, after his consecutive tantrums. Nicholas slowed his destruction, his chest rising and falling as he ran a hand through his sweat-slicked hair, his anger ebbing into a smoldering resolve.

"Don’t panic, Panicking now would only makes things worse." he muttered to himself, his voice filled with self reassurance, as he stood amidst the chaos of his own doing, his bare skin glistening in the flickering light of the remaining candles and the sunlight that peaked in through the windows.

"This can still be salvaged." His mind, ever sharp despite his temper, began to churn, piecing together a new plan. "Not everything’s lost." he continued, his tone steadier now, a faint smirk soon curling his lips as he recalled the day’s earlier triumph.

"The plan might’ve gone to hell but at least that blasted gorilla’s dead, which means that, whoever’s laying claim to that bar is formidable, but in the end I’ve already rid myself of that muscle-bound fool who always blocked my path." His smirk widened, a glint of cruel satisfaction in his eyes as he savored the thought of one obstacle removed, even if by proxy.

His gaze hardened as he turned his thoughts to the future, his voice dropping to a murmur. "I just need a new scapegoat to cool things down." he said, his fingers tapping rhythmically against his thigh, his mind already piecing together a new strategy to approach the mysterious figure who had disrupted his plans for the bar.

Nicholas was nothing if not adaptable, his ambitions were no different than a relentless force that thrived on setbacks, though with needed time for recalibrations, If given enough time, he would turn all his hinderances into stepping stones.

He thrived on playing the long game and would never let anyone get in his way no matter the reason. So what if his plans turned out to be a waste, he could always restart and try again. The incident was just discovered recently which gave him more than enough time to come up with another suggestion to deal with it.

His eyes suddenly flicked to the three women in the corner, his expression darkening as he bared his teeth in a snarl. "What are you waiting for?" he snapped, his angry voice was no different than a lions roar in their ears, which made them flinch.

"Hurry on over here and give me my money’s worth, Unless you three are looking to die ugly deaths!" His words were laced with a cruel edge.

" O-Of course."

" Please forgive us master."

" We promise it won’t happen again!"

The women scrambled forward, their movements jerky with anxious haste, their bare feet avoiding the prickling glass shards.

The raven-haired woman’s eyes were downcast, seemingly filled with hints of grief, her hands trembling as she approached; the brunette-haired one bit her lip, stepping closer, and the blonde moved next to him, her jaw tight as she suppressed her fear.

Nicholas, sank onto the plush velvet couch, its cushions sinking under his weight as he sprawled with a lazy look on his face, his eyes impatient while staring at them.

The raven-haired woman knelt before him, her hands hesitant but moving into place as she used her bosoms to embrace his bulging third leg, her tongue wrapping around it as she slowly began to swallow it from the tip downwards, the warmth of her breath a

nd soft touch of her tongue causing him to let out an early moan which he instinctively suppressed the next moment.