Chapter 3 Not Renting to You

Klein rushed downstairs and opened the door, only to find a man standing outside. The man had short blond hair and a tall, solid build — he looked like a football player.

"Hello, I'm your neighbor from next door. I thought I heard an argument coming from here. Is everything okay?"

The man had a smile on his face, but his eyes were peering through the doorway, trying to look inside.

"Everything's fine. Just had a little disagreement with my girlfriend." Klein leaned against the doorframe with no intention of opening the door wider. Right now, he was only interested in tenants — neighbors couldn't help him at all, and he couldn't be bothered to deal with this guy. He just wanted to find an excuse to get rid of him quickly.

"I see. I just moved in. My name is Paul Smith. I'd like to get to know my neighbors. Could I invite you over to my place for a bit? Or I could come to yours — I'll bring some gifts."

Clearly, Paul wasn't planning to leave just yet.

Then Carol came down the stairs. "Whatever it is, let's talk about it tomorrow. We need to rest now. I'm really tired."

Carol looked at the blond man. Her tone was flat, but there was something in it that sounded more like an order.

"Alright then, I won't disturb your rest. We'll visit another day." Paul smiled and actually turned to leave.

"Okay, forget about those annoying neighbors. Hurry up and get the room ready — I need to rest." Carol went back upstairs, not noticing Klein's suspicious look.

Meanwhile, after leaving Klein's house, Paul returned to his own place. When he opened the door, there was a group of burly men standing behind it.

"How'd it go, Paul? What happened?"

A black man with a stern gaze stared at Paul.

Paul shook his head and closed the door. "Ms. Watson isn't in any danger. Probably just some dispute about the rent, but it looks like it's over."

The black man visibly relaxed. "Good that it's resolved. Ms. Watson can't be in any danger."

"Who says it's resolved? I think things are just getting started."

A lazy-sounding voice came from behind the group. Everyone gathered at the entrance immediately spun around and pulled out their weapons.

"Whoa, easy there, guys. I don't really like having guns pointed at me."

Klein held his hands up, a smile on his face.

"What the hell — how did he get in? Why didn't Mike Hanson give us a warning?" Paul's eyes widened as he stared at Klein in shock.

Klein tilted his head, thinking back. "You mean that Mike Hanson guy with the freckles? He's sleeping pretty peacefully right now."

"What did you do to Mike?" The black man kept his gun pointed at Klein. He was demanding answers, his eyes full of anger.

"Nothing much. Just jumped in through the window, said hello to him, and then went like this..."

Klein suddenly threw a can that hit the black man hard on the head. The moment the guy's body started falling backward, Klein rushed forward and got into close combat with the guards behind the door. His movements were fast, sharp, precise, and ruthless.

Before these guards could bring their weapons to bear on Klein, he had already taken them down.

By the time the black man's dizziness wore off, and he was about to raise his gun again, Klein had already snatched it away and was pointing it at his head.

"Now answer me — what do you want with my tenant?"

Klein's tone was cold. This was his first tenant, and he couldn't allow anything to go wrong. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to rent out the house and wouldn't have money to pay those damn taxes.

"Calm down, we're protecting her too."

Sweat trickled down the black man's forehead. In his mind, he'd already cursed the guy who gathered the intel eight hundred times.

This guy in front of him was nothing like some ordinary landlord. What kind of person could take down a group of trained guards with his bare hands?

"Get to the point."

Klein pressed the gun barrel directly against the black man's forehead. The killing aura he'd honed on the battlefield made the black man feel like death itself was staring at him.

He had a feeling that if his answer didn't satisfy this guy, the next second, a bullet would go through his head and blow his skull apart.

"That's Ms. Carol Watson. A drug she recently developed has caught the attention of drug dealers..."

Half an hour later, when Carol came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, she was stunned by the scene before her.

Over a dozen people were lying in the room, all tied up. Paul from earlier and Will Baskin, the head of the security team her father had sent, were all lying on the ground with bruised and swollen faces. And in the middle of this pile of people, Klein stood with his arms crossed, staring at her expressionlessly.

"Ms. Watson, you've really brought me a huge problem." Klein's tone was cold and irritated.

Although Carol, in front of him, had large breasts, a slim waist, full hips, and long straight legs, Klein wasn't in the mood to appreciate any of it.

He'd finally retired from the underworld. Nobody knew that the killing machine from the battlefield was hiding here. He was determined to say goodbye to that dark world, but this woman might very well drag people from that world to his doorstep.

If those people found out Black Reaper was hiding here, a whole bunch of enemies and people wanting to make a name for themselves with his reputation would swarm over like sharks smelling blood. That wouldn't be good at all.

"Ms. Watson, you're paying a lot of money, but I'm really worried about making money and not living long enough to spend it. Here's your cash back — please take your guards and leave my house. Oh, and I kept two bills from this money as payment for letting you use my shower and for moving your luggage."

Klein put the money on the table. He'd already made up his mind — even if Carol offered him ten times the price, he wouldn't let her stay here.

"Wait, Mr. Gray."

Carol wanted to say something, but Klein cut her off.

"This isn't up for discussion. Leave my house within an hour!"

Klein was angry, but suddenly his pocket vibrated. When he took out his phone and saw the message, his expression changed.

"I need to go out for something. When I come back, I don't want to see any of you here."

Klein ignored Carol and drove straight out of the residential area. In the car, he made a phone call.

An excited voice came from the other end.

"Black Reaper, that enemy you've been waiting for has appeared!"