CHAOS HEIR

Chapter 1116 Single truth

Mister Ratré's mouth went dry. He wanted to turn to show Khan one of his fake faces but couldn't. Prince Khan's order had been clear and absolute, and Mister Ratré's body didn't move anyway.

The third-level warrior hoped for leniency or help from his crewmates, but nothing arrived. His condition worsened during the wait. His vision grew blurry, and his consciousness started to waver since his lungs had yet to seize any air. His time was running out, leaving him with no option but to comply.

"I heard from the crew that Coravis could be dangerous, Prince Khan," Mister Ratré explained, surprised by his ability to speak. "I thought you might have needed help."

Khan saw right through Mister Ratré, but his pressure lightened anyway, allowing the third-level warrior to breathe properly. Mister Ratré suddenly gasped, his lungs starving for air, and his body bent forward, forcing him to support himself on his knees to avoid falling.

Mister Ratré breathed roughly for a few seconds before forcing himself to straighten his back and turn. His face was pale and covered in sweat, but he still mustered a polite smile when he looked at the blue light's source.

"It was no trouble at all, Prince Khan," Mister Ratré added, attempting to reassure Khan. "I did it out of pure goodwill. I seek no compensation. I also already retrieved the Credits my subordinate took from you!"

Mister Ratré was spinning the story in his favor, and he didn't care how obvious that lie sounded. He was basically offering Prince Khan his money back. In his experience as a businessman, anyone would play along to retrieve that sum.

Sadly for Mister Ratré, he had severely misunderstood Khan and his current mental state.

"You did?" Khan questioned.

"Of course!" Mister Ratré declared, believing he was on the right path to earn Khan's favor. "I apologize for my subordinates, Prince Khan. They have no tact or education. How dare they try to extort a man as grand as you for something as trivial as information?!"

Mister Ratré continued, putting on his best angry performance. "I promise I won't let them get away with this. I'll punish them severely so they will never disrespect anyone else again!"

Mister Ratré was on the verge of feeling proud of himself and his performance, but Prince Khan looked unconvinced, forcing him to switch approach.

"Unless," Mister Ratré added, wearing a humbler face, "You wish to deal with them differently, Prince Khan. Your wish is my command."

Clifford had lost count of how many curses he had swallowed since the beginning of the trip, but his mouth remained sealed, and his fate seemed to be, too. He had no place in that conversation, and even his already faint hopes started to abandon his brain.

However, Khan said words that rekindled that waning feeling. "Why did you interfere with my transaction?"

The pride that had built up inside Mister Ratré shattered. His eyes widened as his mouth stammered a trembling question. "Prince Khan?"

"Do you believe you have authority over my money?" Khan asked.

"Of course not!" Mister Ratré promptly replied, knowing where that conversation was going.

"Did you believe you could take it after I gave it to someone?" Khan questioned.

"I was trying to look out for you, Prince Khan!" Mister Ratré exclaimed, his voice gaining begging vibes. "Only crooks and shady characters live in these areas. I was keeping your Credits safe until I confirmed you got what you paid them for."

Khan didn't follow up with more questions, and the tension in the air also slightly dispersed, making Mister Ratré believe he was out of danger. He didn't think Prince Khan bought his story, but that didn't matter. Most people in power liked to put others in place through their authority, and Prince Khan wouldn't be the last to indulge in that activity.

"A single truth would have saved your life," Khan suddenly announced, and Mister Ratré only had the time to gasp before some discomfort invaded his body.

Mister Ratré couldn't think about Khan's reply since his body started to feel strange. His head spun, but he squinted his eyes, looking down to understand what was happening.

The third-level warrior couldn't find anything relevant until he looked at his hands. A thick array of lines had appeared on them, turning his skin into a series of tiny pieces of a puzzle attached by an invisible force.

Mister Ratré's confusion increased as more lines appeared. The pieces grew smaller, splitting themselves into countless parts. His eyes became unable to separate them and soon failed to see anything at all.

Only Khan and the rest of the crew witnessed the following event. Mister Ratré shattered like glass, silently crumbling into a cascade of gory shards. His now empty tracksuit fell to the ship's floor, covering his shoes, but blood soon dampened and stretched past it.

The men in the cargo area didn't need to lift their heads to study that development. In the previous second, Mister Ratré stood among them, chanting his stories. In the next, a gory puddle had replaced him, with only the brown tracksuit at its center to vouch for his past existence.

As for how that had been possible, no one knew. Clifford was the most knowledgeable of the bunch but didn't even try to understand what had happened. He simply accepted that his life was nothing more than a withered leaf still clinging to a dead branch, and Khan only needed to look at it to make it fall.

"Clifford," Khan soon called, his voice seemingly foreboding doom.

"Yes, Prince Khan?" Clifford asked, his eyes still on the ship's floor.

"Are there other bosses or sponsors I should know about?" Khan questioned.

"No, Prince Khan," Clifford responded, not daring to lie or speak a single word too many.

"Then," Khan said, "The White Mouse crew works for me now. I won't ask you to kneel, but act as if you did."

"Prince Kha-," Clifford began to call, but the chilling blue light suddenly enveloped him. He felt Khan's gaze pointed at him, forcing him to interrupt his line.

"It's my Prince now," Khan declared, turning to approach the side doors but stopping at its edge.

"Five years," Khan announced without turning. "Work for me for five years. You'll have all the freedom and money in the world to do what you want afterward."

Khan stepped forward, his foot landing on the air and using it as a solid surface while he uttered his final order. "Clean that mess while you wait here. I have to check something."

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