Brothel Manager : Unexpected Encounter with A Hidden Family Heirloom

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With a sense of concern, Das waited as the call connected to the other side. Natalia picked up the call on the first ring. Natalia's voice, however, immediately gave away that something was not right on the other end. Her usually vibrant tone was replaced by a sober and depressed one.

"What's happened?" Das asked, his voice carrying a mix of seriousness and concern. He quickly realised that the matter at hand might be more complex than he initially thought.

While controlling her depression, Natalia began explaining the scenario that happened with the young master of the Farus family. With each word she spoke, Das's anger simmered beneath the surface. He clenched his jaw, his expression hardening as he understood the implications of the situation.

Despite the surge of anger, Das managed to compose himself and listened attentively to Natalia's story. He knew that he couldn't afford to let his emotions cloud his judgment, especially in a situation that required careful consideration. While every instinct urged him to act immediately, he was well aware of the seven-day training rule laid out by the old man.

As the conversation continued, Das's mind raced, strategising and planning even as he engaged in the call. He knew that he couldn't abandon his training and responsibilities, but he also understood the gravity of the threat Natalia was describing. Enjoy exclusive adventures from My Virtual Library Empire

"Tell me, Das. What should I do now? At first, I thought of hiding somewhere with my family. But for the Farus family's young master, it's not an easy thing to find out my whereabouts." Natalia asked in a sad tone. Das did not immediately reply after hearing her reply. Gradually a smile hung on his face as he thought of the Farus family's young master.

"Calm down. You don't need to go anywhere. He gave you seven days. On the eighth day, call him and tell him that you are waiting for him in the night." Das said while holding the mobile in his left ear and the right hand on the food plate.

"What do mean?" Natalia asked with a startled tone as she never expected Das to say this.

"Don't worry. I will be there on eight day. Keep my arrival a secret. Don't tell anyone including your family. I will take care of the rest." Das said assuringly with a bit of a mischievous smile.

"Das, please don't involve yourself directly, I don't want to drag you into this problem. The Farus family's young master is a powerful person. I will go into hiding if it really affects you." Natalia said in a concerned tone.

"Stop thinking nonsense. Actually, you are doing a great favour to me. In any case, I have to kill someone from the Farus family to create chaos. Now, that fat lamb presents itself. So, leave this matter to me and enjoy your days." Das replied with a smile and finished the last spoon of his food.

After a bit of chit-chat, he disconnected the call and went along with Stella to have a proper sleep before tomorrow's training.

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As the first rays of the morning sun gently caressed Das's face, he stood in the open expanse of the training ground. However, this day was unlike any other. The usual setup of target boards and training structures was absent. Instead, the training ground was bare, devoid of its usual features.@@novelbin@@

In the midst of this unusual setting, Das found himself bound to a vertical pole. His limbs were tightly secured with ropes, immobilising him in a position that resembled the appearance of an ancient Egyptian mummy. The ropes wound around his arms and legs, creating a web-like pattern that held him in place.

The sun continued its ascent, casting a warm glow over the training ground. The soft rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of birds created a serene backdrop for the scene.

"Is it really necessary to tie me like this? I can bear the pain of your beating," Das questioned stoically, his gaze fixed on the old man.

The old man, his eye gleaming with a mixture of determination and wisdom, continued to secure the ropes around Das's body. "Nah… today we are not beating you. We won't even touch your body," he replied calmly, his voice carrying an air of intrigue.

Das's brow furrowed slightly, his curiosity piqued by the old man's cryptic response. "Then what's the purpose of this?" he asked a blend of curiosity and anticipation in his tone.

The old man stood back, his work completed. He met Das's gaze with a knowing look. "You'll see," he said with a hint of a smile, his voice carrying the weight of experience.

As the first rays of morning light cast intricate patterns on the training ground, the bound Das and the old man shared a moment of expectancy. The ropes that held Das seemed to symbolise not only his physical restraint but also the boundaries of his understanding, about to be pushed and expanded in ways he had yet to comprehend.

As Das awaited with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation, his attention was fixed on the old man's deliberate movements. With a measured gesture, the one-eyed old man stretched out his hand and immediately his students placed seven blood veils in his hands.

The blood serum in the seven veils belongs to the Taurus family from Africa. The serum inside the veils is in black colour giving an eerie feeling.

Without wasting another second, the old man uncorked each blood veil in succession, and swirled the liquid inside, allowing the dense liquid within to flow freely. The dark serum cascaded down in a mesmerising dance, its unique properties holding the promise of unlocking hidden potentials.

The air seemed charged with anticipation as the old man carefully handled the veils, his actions a blend of reverence and expertise.

With the preparations complete, the old man's focus shifted to Das. The weight of the moment hung heavily in the air as they stood in that empty training ground. Without hesitation, the old man poured the dark serum directly into Das's mouth. The liquid entered Das's system, carrying with it the essence and energy of the Taurus family.

As the serum made contact with his senses, a surge of sensations rippled through Das's body. The bitterness of the liquid, its unusual texture, and the symbolic significance of the act all mingled together in his experience.

The one-eyed old man placed a small wood block in between Das's teeth to bite down the pain.

With the serum now ingested, Das's gaze remained fixed on the old man.

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