If news of him injuring Mark reached Samira, it would likely affect the plan.
After a brief moment of thought, Levi said in a low voice:
“You want to touch me?
Have you asked for Loraine’s opinion yet?”
Loraine had said before that she had already spread word that he was her mistress, and ordinary thugs wouldn’t dare touch him.
Hearing this, Mark gave a contemptuous smile:
“Loraine?
Haha, you don’t really think you’re some bullshit mistress of hers, do you?
That woman has no idea how many so-called mistresses she has; can she even keep track of them all?”
The girl on the other side chimed in:
“It’s not like he’s hitting or scolding you; it’s just a night’s sleep.
What could Loraine say even if she found out?
Aren’t we Kingfishers just meant to sleep with men?”
Hearing this, Levi fell into a deep sense of sorrow.
Not for his own situation, but for this filthy environment.
Perpetrators abuse victims without restraint, and after being traumatized, the victims turn into perpetrators themselves, turning their blades toward those even weaker than they are.
Feeling a sense of disgust at the noisy and filthy atmosphere, he directly pulled out a one-pound note and shoved it to Mark:
“Sorry, I was really exhausted yesterday and I’m not in the mood for that right now.
Take this money as a greeting gift.
I’ll make sure to earn more and give it to you in the future.”
Mark took the money, momentarily stunned.
One pound was enough for a night with any girl in the Kingfisher Bar except for the top earners; if it wasn’t a busy time, even a top earner could be had.
“Anyway, there’ll be plenty of chances to sleep with this bitch later; no need to rush it now.”
Mark thought excitedly, reaching out to squeeze the cotton padding on Levi’s buttocks, and laughed:
“Alright, go and rest.
As long as you can earn good money, it’s fine.”
Levi ignored Mark’s groping and walked into the cubicle with a weary expression, closing the door behind him.
Outside, Mark and the girls were laughing disdainfully:
“And here I thought she was something special, but she still has to bow down before Mark.”
“Yeah, some people even said she took out Luca.
Must be a baseless rumor.”
“Not necessarily.
Look at how slutty she is; maybe she just drained Luca to death…”
Ignoring the noise outside, Levi sat quietly on the bed and inspected the items Loraine had given him:
A small box of silver revolver cartridges, standard.38 caliber, thirty rounds in total.
They looked no different from ordinary bullets, but they were masterpieces imbued with Beyonder power.
Not only was their penetration doubled—capable of piercing steel plates several millimeters thick—but they could also effectively prevent wounds from healing and apply a paralyzing effect, making them particularly suitable for dealing with physically robust Beyonders.
Levi took two revolvers from his inner pocket: one from the gang member he had killed, and the other from Jason’s murderer.
He loaded both guns with the silver bullets and placed them in front of him.
Having checked the firearms, Levi quietly recalled Plan C, which he had formulated with Loraine:
Every time Samira performed a sacrifice, she would torture a girl to death to stimulate her perverted desires.
For this sacrifice, she had chosen the top earner, Biki, as the offering.
Biki hadn’t escaped; instead, she had been caught by Samira and locked in a box.
What Samira didn’t expect was that Loraine, who had been observing her in secret for a long time, had discovered her secret.
Loraine spread rumors that Biki had contracted a venereal disease, forcing Samira to choose a new sacrifice.
Then, at the right moment, Loraine would bring Levi to seduce Samira, enticing her to choose Levi as the sacrifice.
During Samira’s sacrificial ritual, Levi, as the offering, would strike together with Loraine to kill her!
“The hardest part of the plan is how to hide the weapons on my person without Samira noticing…”
Levi began working to resolve this difficulty.
He took out a saw he had prepared beforehand and cut off the wooden grips of the revolvers, leaving only the firing mechanisms.
Then, he removed the cotton padding from his chest, stuffed the two small, sawn-off pistols into the cotton, and shoved the now-heavy padding back into his chest.
However, this caused a noticeable sag in his chest, making it look unnatural.
Even if he wore thicker clothes over it, he would inevitably be exposed considering Samira might quickly strip him when they met.
Levi let out a breath and took out the needle and thread he had prepared.
“I really have to use this…”
Levi gave a bitter smile as he pressed the bra against his skin.
Levi’s hand trembled as he held the needle, unable to make up his mind.
At that moment, many images flashed through his mind:
A young girl being dragged to a guest room by thugs, beaten until she limped.
Women lying on wooden boards like Zombies in a foul-smelling room.
A girl stuffed into a box, tortured to death as a sacrifice.
Jason lying on the ground with blood gushing out, and Emily crying until she lost her voice…
Levi took a deep breath.
Although he didn’t know if Jason’s death was directly related to Samira, if he didn’t kill her, his identity as a girl would soon be exposed; he couldn’t avoid taking clients forever.
Levi no longer hesitated.
Hardening his heart, he pushed the needle through the bra and into his flesh.
A piercing pain immediately shot through him.
…
After an unknown amount of time, a sweat-drenched Levi set down the needle.
After enduring unbearable agony, he had successfully sewn the bra to the skin of his chest; the breasts concealing the revolvers no longer sagged.
He picked up a handkerchief and wiped away the blood from his chest, then used cotton soaked in alcohol to carefully disinfect the wounds.
The burning sting made him hiss in pain once more.
But no matter how much it hurt, Levi endured it without a sound, not disturbing the surrounding girls, as if he were truly just resting in his room.
Levi then put on a complicated, layered dress, which would slow down Samira’s speed in stripping him as much as possible.
Having finished all this, he lay quietly on the bed to rest and recover the energy spent during the ordeal.
After some time, the sky grew dark, and the Kingfisher Bar welcomed another noisy and bustling night.
Inside the cubicle, a rapid knocking sounded on the door.
Mark shouted from outside:
“Livier, Livier, come out quickly!
There’s an emergency!”
Levi opened his eyes.
He picked up a wad of paper containing a white pill.
This was something Loraine had picked up while threatening Old Chalke; it could keep a person excited and alert for a period of time, though it had severe side effects and could damage one’s nerves.
But Levi couldn’t worry about that now.
There might still be a long time before Samira’s sacrifice began, and he had to maintain sufficient energy.
Levi swallowed the pill, straightened his clothes, and pushed open the door with a smile:
“Mark, what is it?”
Mark said somewhat anxiously:
“Hurry up, the Madam has ordered everyone in your room to go to the third floor.”