Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 504 - 492: The Devil that Reaps Souls

Chapter 504: Chapter 492: The Devil that Reaps Souls

Who is Anton?

Anton was an old man looking to seduce women at the nightclub.

Italian, he knew it, and how to capture a young girl’s heart, he knew that too.

Anton was a quiet man, but he wasn’t a sly one.

As an Italian, he should be openly flirtatious and spirited!

"Hello, may I buy you a drink?"

Approaching a girl sitting alone at the bar, Anton made his first invitation.

To Western aesthetics, the girl wasn’t very pretty and wasn’t dressed very fashionably, but she had a decent figure.

The girl turned her head to glance at Anton, who had seated himself beside her. After seeing Anton’s somewhat graying beard, she seemed slightly disappointed. Thus, her first reaction was to refuse Anton’s kindness, but after taking a closer look at Anton, she didn’t decline right away.

"You look a lot like someone... Who is it..."

After a brief moment of contemplation, the girl suddenly had a look of realization, "Leon! You look like Leon, just not as tall as him, Leon from ’Léon: The Professional’."

Anton shrugged his shoulders, then smiled and said, "You don’t look like Mathilda, you’re more mature and charming."

Anton then pointed to himself and said, "And me, I’m not really like Jean Reno."

The girl excitedly said, "No, not Jean Reno, but Leon, Jean Reno is the actor while Leon is the character. You really look like Leon, it’s mostly about the presence, you have Leon’s presence!"

Anton wore a look of helplessness and chuckled bitterly, "It seems I’ve failed; as a hitman, I shouldn’t be so easily recognized."

The girl giggled and then said, laughing, "You’re really funny."

Anton sat down next to the girl, and she didn’t leave or refuse the drink that Anton had offered her.

Just then, Chris and Rodriguez walked past Anton.

Glimpsing at the two out of the corner of his eye, Anton smiled slightly and said to the girl in front of him, "My name is Anton."

"Sabrina."

"Hello, Abrina, may I buy you a drink?"

"Okay, a beer would be nice."

Anton himself was drinking a cocktail, and he and Sabrina had several drinks together, and he enjoyed chatting with her.

"Oh, you’re truly charming."

After a deliberate pause, Anton gazed deeply into Sabrina’s eyes, and then he said very sincerely, "You have a special quality, your eyes are like the sea, making my soul want to plunge into them."

Sabrina smiled again, then said, laughing, "Is this how you always hunt for your prey?"

Anton shook his head, his expression serious, "No, my sweet nothings are only for those I like, and I’m an honest man. If I were just looking for a bed partner, I wouldn’t say her quality is good, I would just say she’s pretty."

Pointing at his glasses, Anton smiled and said, "I have a pair of magical eyes, my eyes can see beauty that ordinary people can’t, and can see an interesting soul. In fact..."

Anton moved closer to Sabrina, his lips grazing her ear before he whispered, "Actually, I’m a devil who’s only interested in beautiful and intriguing souls."

Sabrina turned her head slightly, then, cheek to cheek with Anton, she whispered in his ear, "Devil, then do you plan to reap my soul?"

"I’ve already started, and moreover, I’m not just after your soul..."

Watching the two people engaged in an intimate whisper, Rodriguez couldn’t help but say, "Oh, shit, look at that bastard, he’s already got his hooks in."

Chris glanced at Anton, then said irritably, "Forget about him, let’s focus on our own business."

Rodriguez sighed, a look of helplessness on his face, "I’m supposed to be the prince of the nightclub, but here, fuck."

Chris said indifferently, "I’m going to check the bathroom. By the time I get back, I hope you’ll have made some progress."

Rodriguez squeezed into the crowd gyrating to the music and worked his way in front of a gorgeous woman, moving to the beat and shouted, "Hey."

The beauty gave Rodriguez a glance, then turned away, continuing to dance.

Rodriguez left feeling awkward, and his gaze shifted to others. Just then, he saw Anton take the woman’s hand and lead her away from the bar.

"Fuck, that asshole!"

Rodriguez cursed inwardly, then told himself, "You can’t lose to an old man."

But seeing how the woman almost had to lean on Anton to move, Rodriguez knew he was already beaten by Anton.

Sabrina had drunk a bit too much, but what intoxicated her wasn’t the alcohol, it was the person.

As Anton led her to a less crowded spot, Sabrina knew what he wanted to do, and instead of rejecting, she found it exciting. She feared this unprecedented experience, yet now she wanted to try it.

They had almost walked through every secluded spot until Sabrina found herself pushed up against a wall.

Anton slammed his hand on the wall, then reached out for Sabrina.

"No, not here, not here!"

Sabrina, despite being drunk and bewitched, still held on to her last shred of sense. Although in the shadows, the possibility of being seen by passersby still scared her, so she whispered, "Let’s go to the restroom..."

Anton took hold of Sabrina’s hand, and they leaned on each other as they entered the men’s restroom.

This was a nightclub, where anything could happen.

Rodriguez felt frustrated, having finally found a woman who didn’t outright reject his advances, only to find out she spoke Italian, and he didn’t understand a word of it.

Chris made no progress either, but he wasn’t there for fun. After discreetly checking the bathroom, he rejoined Rodriguez, squeezing back into the writhing crowd.

Chris and Rodriguez left, with Rodriguez feeling decidedly gloomy as they did.

Meanwhile, Anton stayed in the restroom for half an hour before leaving. He pulled Sabrina back for more drinks and another trip to the restroom, then after leaving his phone number with Sabrina, he left the nightclub at two in the morning.

Returning to the hotel full of the scent of alcohol, Anton found Yang Yi and said indifferently, "There’s a completely independent underground space in the nightclub, but I couldn’t find the secret door."

Glancing at Anton, who still had red marks on his neck, Yang Yi spread his hands, "Can you draw the layout of the club?"

Anton smiled, "Of course."