Baddie Distribution System
Chapter 45: The Fish Bites The Bait [Part-2]

Chapter 45: The Fish Bites The Bait [Part-2]

"Thiago..." Belinda muttered in shock, her eyes fixated on the two men behind him.

"Oi, aren’t you happy to see me, darling? And shouldn’t you be calling me darling too, eh?" Thiago asked with an evil grin, his moustache twitching. Crumbs clung to the stubble on his face, giving him a homeless look despite the expensive outfit he wore.

"N-No, I’m just nervous because of these men. What are you planning?" Belinda asked, her voice shaky as she gestured toward the two men.

"Oh, these guys?" Thiago turned slightly. "Oi! I told you to smile when you came in. Why are you scaring my baby?!" he barked, slapping one of them on the chest.

"WE ARE SORRY, BOSS!" the two men blurted, plastering on forced grins that somehow made things worse.

"Darling—Belinda, they’re just my meat shields. They’ll stay outside, hehehe."

"EUEK~!" the thugs gulped audibly.

’This cringe bastard. I feel like smashing your face right now... but I’ll wait. I’ll be patient. I can’t wait to break you, Thiago.’ Belinda thought, forcing a fake smile as she motioned for him to enter.

Thiago stepped in and locked the door. He stripped off his outerwear, leaving only his undergarment, and dropped onto the bed. The bed dipped hard beneath him, groaning under the weight.

"Belinda–darling, did you wear this sexy dress for me?" Thiago said, squeezing her ass.

Belinda gritted her teeth but quickly composed herself, flashing a fake smile. "I wore it for you. Do you like it?"

"Hahaha, I absolutely love it. It’s like I’m talking to a whole new you," Thiago laughed, taking off his undergarment and sitting in only his underwear.

"Well, before we get started, why don’t we loosen up with a drink?" Belinda asked, raising a glass of alcohol toward him. But Thiago didn’t take it. He stared at the cup, his face darkening.

"What’s this? You poured alcohol before I came in. Are you trying to pull something on me? Maybe that’s why you’re acting strange," he said, his voice cold, suspicion flashing in his eyes.

’Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.’

"Eh? What do you mean, darling? I was already drinking before you arrived. See—" Belinda took a sip, draining a quarter of the liquid.

Thiago’s eyes widened. "Haaa, I guess I’m being paranoid. I’m sorry, Belinda. To make it up to you, I’ll drink the whole thing," he said, grinning before gulping it down in one go. His throat bobbed with each swallow.

He dropped the cup onto the side drawer with a loud thud. "Haaa! This stuff’s strong—I can feel it kicking in already. I’m getting light-headed," he said, flopping back onto the bed.

"Really strong..." Belinda echoed with a wicked smirk as she too dropped onto the bed, feigning the sedative’s effects. Her hand crept under her lingerie, retrieving a vial with a blue cap. She downed it in one gulp.

Almost instantly, the sedation began to wear off. Thiago, still conscious, saw her take the potion and knew—he was screwed.

"So, it was a trap after all, huh?" he muttered, lying stiffly on the bed. He couldn’t even lift a finger, though his mind remained awake.

Belinda rose to her feet, the sedative’s grip completely gone. An evil grin stretched across her face—one that mirrored the grim reaper’s.

"Idiot! Do you really think I would let a pig like you fuck me? Moron! You were just a tool to complete my system condition! That’s the only reason I endured your disgusting humiliation all this while—but now..." Belinda’s evil grin widened like a deranged maniac.

"Dago! Hago! Help me!" Thiago screamed with the last ounce of strength he had, growing weaker with every passing second. His heart dropped as Belinda brought out a rope, ready to tie him up.

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"Hey! Boss!!! Are you okay?!"

*Bang. Bang. Bang.*

"We’re coming in, Boss!!"

"Fuck!"

The thugs pounded violently on the door, then began kicking at it. The entire flat trembled with the force, and the concrete around the doorframe started crumbling bit by bit.

"Sigh... Do you guys really plan to ruin such an expensive door? Now I will have to pay for the damage,"

The thugs spun around to see a slim young man standing calmly behind them.

"Who the he—"

"Fireball," Dapper said coldly, placing his hand atop one thug’s head.

*FHUM~*

Instantly, the thug’s head ignited in flames.

"ARGHHHH!!!" he howled, dropping to the floor and writhing in agony before passing out. The flames faded, but his face was charred beyond recognition.

"FUCK! HE’S A MAGE! DIE!!!" the second thug roared, charging at Dapper with a cocked fist.

"Hey! Didn’t anyone teach you to always watch your back?"

The thug froze and spun at the sound of a voice behind him—just in time to see a woman swinging a bat. He had no time to react before the bat smashed across his face, knocking five teeth clean out and dropping him cold.

"Hmph. Dumb thug," Ruth scoffed, planting her foot on his unconscious body.

"Didn’t think you had that in you. Is he still alive?" Dapper asked.

"Yeah. Probably has a shattered jaw, but he’ll live. Besides, thugs like this don’t deserve mercy," Ruth replied, her face twisted in disgust.

Dapper and Ruth turned toward the room where Belinda and Thiago were. Dapper reached into his coat and pulled out a spare key, then unlocked the door and walked in.

Inside, Thiago was bound to a metal chair, his arms and legs tied, and a piece of tape slapped over his mouth. His face was swollen, a tooth missing, and he was completely naked. Dapper noticed, with a smirk, that his dick was even smaller than a pinky finger.

"Well, well... isn’t this the fearsome, untouchable Thiago?" Ruth sneered as she stepped forward and spat in his face.

Dapper walked up and ripped the tape from Thiago’s mouth. Though weak, Thiago was forced to sit upright in the chair like a poorly wrapped parcel.

"You’ll pay for this!!! You’ll pay for what you—"

*BAM!*

Dapper smashed a punch into his face, blood flying as the chair tilted back under the blow.

"HOW DARE YOU LAY HANDS ON MY WOMAN?! SHE BELONGS TO ME, YOU BASTARD!!" Dapper roared, righting the chair and delivering another vicious punch.

"Wait... your woman? She belongs to you?" Ruth’s voice came from behind, making Dapper freeze.