Curse The Mainframe! 368 Red-Tipped Ears

Elias re-dressed one of the bodyguards and propped him before him. He slapped him with a bit of magic, causing him to stiffen up. With the sungla.s.ses that was on his face, he naturally looked like he was still awake.

With the position he was 'stood' in front of Elias, he looked tense and serious, a frown on his face.

As the footsteps approached them, Elias made sure that none of his body could be seen from behind the large bodyguard.

"Don!" One of them said as they approached. "What's going on?"

Don remained silent.

"Don?"

The bodyguards instantly became alert, becoming more cautious than they already were before, wondering what was wrong.

They looked at every possible area for suspicious activity, but there was nothing there to their senses.

Don took a step forward, and one of the bodyguards quickly shouted at him, pulling out a taser that was used to take care of the people who tried to rebel. "Stay there!"

Don stopped.

The bodyguard looked at him closer, his eyes narrowing. There was something wrong. Could Don be under some sort of mind control?

Before any of them could do anything, Don's hurtled at a quick speed towards them, and they couldn't dodge in time.

Taking a calculated approach to this, the four bodyguards lashed out and hit Don as they thought that something was wrong with him, hoping to quickly take him out without hurting him too much.

However, their guess was wrong. Don was already knocked out cold by Elias a long time ago, and the only reason he still had his clothes was because Elias needed him for this exact reason.

As their eyes were drawn to Don's movements, Elias struck out.

Before anyone noticed anything, there was a large broadsword in Elias' hands. He swung the sword with force, instantly knocking out three of the four bodyguards without a problem.

He was lucky that Dallas' hallways were sufficiently loud enough for him to act.

He didn't do any lethal damage, instead just sending them into the realm of unconsciousness.

The last remaining bodyguard reacted quickly enough, jumping back.

His hands lit up with some sort of light, but before he could use it, he got hit in the back of his neck hard, just shy of breaking his neck. He pa.s.sed out instantly.

Elias, who had taken up a stance with his sword, paused.

"Thanks," he said instead, but what he really wanted to say was, 'That was my prey!'.

Dominique's lips twitched despite himself. He could feel what Elias really wanted to say.

He was getting more and more interesting by the minute.

Because he was feeling entertained, Dominique actually took the initiative to apologize. "Sorry. I reacted before thinking about it."

There was a faint smile hanging off his lips, which was a fatal attraction towards Elias.

Elias smiled helplessly, his att.i.tude immediately softening. He really had wanted to show off for Dominique, but instead, he got shown up instead.

But… Dominique was really cool!

Elias paused, lightly tapping his face. This wasn't good. His mind kept drifting towards Dominique, which was not the right state of mind he needed now.

Yet again, he took a breath and pushed everything else out, like he'd been trained to do, regaining the correct state of equilibrium for the mission he was on.

Before doing anything rash, he stripped the rest of the bodyguards, briefly silencing Dominique again, who still found the Neil Clan style of ensuring there were no more latent threats hilarious.

Most of the time, Dominique would just immediately kill off the threats that he didn't want around him. Those that he didn't were injured enough that they wouldn't be a threat anymore.

After binding them and changing into a set of clothes that the bodyguard had been wearing, he pa.s.sed another set to Dominique.

Dominique stared at the clothes in his hands.

Elias turned around, adjusting his gla.s.ses nervously.

Dominique's lips twitched again.

He really didn't think he would mind of the other person ogled at him. Actually, he een changed in front of the female Spectres as well back in the sect…

Suddenly, he found that it was a bit funny, and he couldn't help but want to tease this man who was shyer than he appeared.

"Not looking?" Dominique said casually, his s.h.i.+rt still unb.u.t.toned.

Elias remained silent, but Dominique could see that the tips of his ears were a bit red.

Elias dropped his hand from his gla.s.ses, turning around. His face was not red, but the tips of his ears remained red. It was the only thing that gave him away.

"You're really… aren't you just asking for trouble," Elias said bluntly. His face was a smooth mask.

But he took this chance to just stare at the smooth skin on Dominique's chest. Those abs!

Dominique couldn't help but smirk when he saw that Elias' eyes didn't move from where they were locked.

Leisurely, he covered up and b.u.t.toned the s.h.i.+rt, then slipped on a tie. Putting on the sungla.s.ses, Dominique tilted his head. "Am I? I don't think so."

Elias looked skyward, chanting in his mind that he was on a mission.

He'd never been very good at locking away extra emotions like the rest of his siblings had been. He just didn't have the apt.i.tude for it, and it was easy to tell what he was really feeling if one just paid a bit more attention.

He strode forward, ignoring Dominique's teasing.

Despite his face going blank, his ears remained red. Dominique couldn't move his eyes away from that patch of redness that was visible from behind. The blush went down to his neck.

Even though Elias wore gla.s.ses that covered up the sheen of his eyes, those were undoubtedly a Neil's eyes.

The man looked rather scholarly, but the way he waved around that large broadsword earlier made Dominique raise his brows.

The man wasn't unfamiliar with fighting at all, and he was even rather strong.

Unlike most people, Elias didn't disdain using little tricks to help him along in his fighting, and he probably didn't mind fighting dirty, which attained Dominique's approval.

He could see that he could be ruthless when he wanted to, and he had a quick mind.

It made him more curious about the man called Elias Neil.

He was similar, yet different from all the other Neil Clan members that he'd met.

Elias sized up Dominique in the suit that he'd taken from the bodyguard. From the sungla.s.ses down to the smooth leather shoes, he looked very much the part.

The Cher adjusted his clothes and the two strode down the hallway after locking up the bodyguards.

As for the rest of the building, no one dared to come out once they heard the sounds of fighting, as if they were scared of being implicated.

Elias sneered. Truly, they were all spineless. That was why they could be captured and forced to pump out good after good.

But, by doing this, they had already long lost the individuality that had made them special and unique, and what they produced now was only a pale imitation of the past.

As an artisan himself, Elias couldn't accept them and the lows that they'd sunk to.

Outside the room where Dallas Biggs was indulging himself without even realizing that anything was wrong, Dominique and Elias stood there stoically, not making a move.

This was the first time that Dominique had actually bothered to be discreet rather than taking the initiative to attack. It was refres.h.i.+ng, and using the advantage of sungla.s.ses, Dominique sized up Elias.

Elias stoically bore with the looks, but Dominique could see the red-tipped ears and thought that it was funny.

Judging from the situation inside, Dallas was not going to be coming out any time soon.

Slowly, the redness to Elias' ears disappeared, and Dominique wanted to see them appear again.

Yet, before he could make a move to tease the man, the door slammed open as Dallas exited the room with two girls on each arm.