I Fooled The Goddess Into Pitying Me-Chapter 48: Operation: Get Laid (2)

"Aw... fuck... I’m not your wife. Why hit me so hard?"

A groan escaped Jack’s lips the moment he woke up. His head was hurting, and his vision was blurry, but the urge to make unnecessary comments was ingrained in his soul, never to leave.

However, as his vision cleared, so did his wit. The room was dark and extraordinarily cold. Under his feet, he could feel the thin layer of ice cracking, not to mention the mist coming out of his mouth.

"Why is it so cold...?" 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

He tried to move, but neither his arm nor his leg moved. All he could hear were the clacking of the cold chains around them.

"Rise and shine!"

A masculine voice echoed in the silent room before blinding lights flooded from all directions. Jack averted his gaze from the blinding light. His eyes slowly adjusted to the brightness and then he saw someone in front.

"Angela...?" Jack asked.

She was tied to a chair just like him, with a distance of a meter between them. Her head was hung low, her hair covering the bruises on her face.

Jack knew he was doing it for his own benefit, but it would be a lie to say his heart didn’t ache after seeing her like that. He opened his mouth to say something, only to be punched in the face.

The extreme force made his head snap sideways. pain radiated from his jaw to the rest of his face. A metallic taste filled his mouth as blood drizzled out of his mouth.

Jack looked at his blood on the floor and sighed inwardly.

All this trouble just to get laid. Even being a scumbag isn’t easy.

Moreover, Jack was surprised. It wasn’t the rundown warehouse from before, but a cold storage. They had knocked him out and taken him somewhere else.

Suddenly, someone grabbed his hair and pulled his face up. Only then did he notice the group of masked men stationed around the room.

Unlike those Claw gang members Jack faced before, these people were dressed in immaculate suits, and each one wore black gloves, probably not to leave any fingerprints behind. Not to mention the handguns strapped to their waist.

Then it hit Jack. The Claws didn’t kidnap Angela. These people were professionals who pretended to be Claws.

They must have known about the fight between Jack and the Claws to their advantage. That’s why they invited Jack into their known hideout, so that even if someone reported the crime, the Claws would be the prime suspect.

At least, that’s the theory Jack came up with on the fly.

Even so, why would they do this?

Were they a rival gang to the Claws and wanted to cause a mess for them to deal with? Or was it something else?

Jack wanted to probe around and learn more, but another fist landed squarely on his face. He grunted in pain but was yanked back into place again.

"I thought I told you to bring the money," the man in front spoke, fixing his gloves. "Have I gone blind that I can’t see the cash, or did you forget how to read?"

Jack could only see the guy’s eyes, and they were full of impatience. However, he didn’t know where they had taken him. Thanks to the cold storage being sealed shut, he didn’t even know how much time had passed.

Perhaps it had been minutes or a few hours. Regardless, Jack had to buy some time for Takeshi to work his magic.

With that thought, Jack nodded at the man to come close.

"Check the pockets..." Jack whispered.

The guy stood back up, pointing at someone to check.

"A card?" the masked man asked.

"How the hell am I supposed to get a million dollars in cash in four hours?" Jack scoffed. "So I brought a card instead."

The gangster laughed, smacking himself on the head before Grabbing Jack by his bloodstained collar.

"Do I look like an idiot to you?" he growled. "You think I don’t know card purchases can be traced?"

Even at that moment, Jack couldn’t help but smile.

Dude... you kidnapped me, of all people. Calling you an idiot would be an insult to idiots.

However, he didn’t let those thoughts surface out of his mind.

"It’s untraceable," Jack replied. "Lots of underhanded dealings happen with these cards in the high society. How do you think we bet millions on the smallest things without worrying about the government?"

Seeing how the man still didn’t look convinced, Jack continued on.

"You bottom feeders won’t understand. This card is how the rich keep their money tax-free. Everything is anonymous. No records at all. So, just take it and let the girl go."

Jack was pulling all that shit from his ass and the bit of conspiracy theories he had heard in his past life. Those people made it all seem believable, so Jack also tried his luck.

Besides, the things he told about Fortuna’s card were true. The money in it was untraceable. The only thing he didn’t mention was that the card was bound to him. Even if he gave it away, it would soon return to his inventory.

That’s why Jack was worried about the card and hoped the gangster would fall for it, so there wouldn’t be any bloodshed... in his presence, at least.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t the gangster’s first rodeo.

Clutching the card, the man backhanded Jack.

"Nice try, smartass," he said, walking up to Angela. "But ignoring my demands will cost you dearly."

Without sparing Jack a glance, the man lifted Angela’s head with the barrel of his gun. She was still unconscious, but at least she was breathing.

"Maybe I should just harvest her for the money," the man said, laughing.

He expected Jack to lash out and yell. Instead; he looked calmly at the man before rolling his eyes.

"Go ahead," Jack scoffed. "Touch her again, and you won’t see a dime from me."

To this, the man laughed. Perhaps Jack mistook it when the man said he’d harvest Angela. He won’t touch the woman or use her sexually, he just wanted her organs. Those will fetch him any price he wanted.

"Since you’ll be dead soon, I’ll let you in on a secret," he said, leaning towards Angela. "The money and girl were just bonuses. We were contracted to get rid of you."

The man laughed, watching the dumbfounded expression on Jack’s face, then spoke again.

"Thanks to you, we’ll reap more than we sowed—"

Bang!

An explosion interrupted the side antagonist #69’s speech. The door to the cold storage was flung open and smoke filled the room. Everyone began coughing wildly, and through the smoke, Jack noticed the glint of a blade aimed at him.

"SHIT!"