Brothel Manager : Unexpected Encounter with A Hidden Family Heirloom

131  Chapter 131 : Depressed Martin

Note: This is the first chapter for today. Two more chapters will be released in the evening.

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After reaching the eighteenth floor, John opened Martin's room door and invited Das inside. Das saw Martin in the opposite direction, whose face changed into an aged one.

Before this, he used to look youthful with a cigar in one hand and a beauty in the other. But now he turned into a depressed soul with a withered face.

"Boss Martin, what happened to you? Is your health bad?" Das asked with a confused face, as he did not expect to see Martin in this dejected state. Martin gestured for Das to sit down before replying to his question.

"What can I say? Das, the blood duel between the Reddy family and the Shetty family really affected me. Before the peace meeting, I paid hundreds of crores to the Reddy family, as every supporter is contributing them."

"But now the Reddy family patriarch is asking for more money to recruit more fighters for the blood duel." Martina explained in a depressed tone.

"Then what did you do?" Das asked Martin in a questioning tone.

"What can I do? I said I don't have more money. but the Reddy family patriarch ordered me to gather another hundred crores within this week." Martin replied in a complaining tone.

"Why don't you borrow money from others?" Das asked with a doubtful look.

"No use... Because of the black market shut down, there is no one left to borrow money." Martin replied unhappily.

Das fell into deep thought after hearing Martin's explanation. He is thinking about the effects of this bloody duel. A lot of money circulation came to a standstill because smuggling, money-laundering, and black money transactions came to an end.

 The Abdullah family stopped almost all these activities until the blood duel. While Das is thinking about the effects of the blood duel, Martin continued his sad story.

"I thought at least I could manage money through this happy house... But the Martin family targeted this dead snake to kill one more time."

"If things go according to plan, we can only shut down our business. Tell me, Das, is there any way for us to survive this ordeal?" Martin asked with a helpless look.

"Boss, first stop talking like a depressed man. Our problem is not money; it's business. I will think of any idea, so stop worrying about these things." Das encouraged Martin as he turned into an old ghost with worries written all over his face.

"Das, what business is there? The Mittal family had already reserved girls from the first 14:59

lady." Martin commented sadly.

"Boss, leave the girls matters to me... Our main goal is to crash the opening-day business of the Mittal family. Let me think about something. Until then, try to be like your old self; things will be settled automatically." Das assured Martin.

After chatting for half an hour more, Das left the Martin room. Das has already thought of a solution to all these problems. but he needs to check a few things to confirm his idea.

Das changed his clothes into a manager's uniform in his room on the underground floor. After resting for some time, he reached the reception area and sat before the reception desk.

 As usual, Leela is working at the reception, but this time she is busily typing on a new MacBook instead of writing on record books.

"I thought you left this job. Where did you go all these days?" Leela asked him without turning her head.

"Just a business trip." Das replied with a serious face while still thinking about something serious. But suddenly he remembered Leela's unusual background. He really can't forget that incident where Leela came up to clean up the crime scene. He is still remembered those visuals.

That night, they removed all evidence from the building in which he killed more than two hundred members with the help of an Aries family heirloom.

"Leela, I forgot to ask you this: where do you live? Did your parents know that you were working in this happy house?" Das questioned her with a curious gaze.

"Don't ask about my personals. I don't like people looking up to me." Leela replied seriously while continuing to work on the MacBook. Das just smirked at her reply.

"Do you think you can hide from me? One day, I will definitely find out your secret identity." Das thought with a sly smirk.

While thinking about her hidden background, Das activated his special vision to check out her body.

"What the F***!!!" Das was dumbfounded after seeing strange things on her body. She is carrying a dagger on her thigh and small needle-sized pins on her other thigh.

But Das was not surprised because of these things. He found a strange shield tattoo on her right shoulder. Das stared at the tattoo for a long time. but he never saw that type of tattoo.

The shield in her tattoo is a double-layered bone shield. There is a name written on the top of that shield. Before Das took a closer look, Leela cried out angrily.

"What are you doing?"" She yelled as she crossed her arms before her bulky chest.

"What did I do?" Das responded casually while turning his focus away from her body.

"Nooo, you did something. I felt like you were seeing through my clothes. It's weird…" Leela tried to explain, but she failed to describe that feeling.

"What the F***! ... How can she guess it? People can't even detect my gaze when checking their private parts. How did she do it?" Das thought internally. But he acted casually while looking at her weirdly.

"What are you talking about? How can anyone see through clothes? Are you weird?" Das asked with his finger pointing at his head. You are the weird one.

"Idiot…" Leela left for the restroom while continuing her cursing.

"Farus family,"

"which family is it? I've never heard of them." Das continued to think about her background as he remembered the name on her tattoo.

"I need to be a little bit careful. This lady somehow senses my gaze." Das thought while thinking about her round balls. :-P

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