Berlin, the capital of Germany

On the top floor of a construction building. There were only walls and ruins—the building was just a skeleton.

It seemed the construction here had stopped years ago. In the middle of the large hall that existed there, a central table was placed.

On one side of that central table sat a 55-year-old man wearing an overcoat and a cowboy cape. His blue eyes and the cigarette pressed between his lips made it clear—he was no decent man.

On the other side of the table, a man sat on a chair with one leg crossed over the other. He wore a business suit. Around 26 years old.

Six feet tall. Light brown eyes. A sharp jawline and a broad chest. This man had the ability to attract anyone toward himself.

The blue-eyed man looked ahead, first took the burning cigarette out of his mouth, then blew out a puff of smoke and said in German, "Robi, whatever money they've given you, I'll give you double. Work for me."

The brown-eyed man sitting across let out a dirty laugh and said, "Robi does work for money, yes—but with honesty. And no one can doubt my honesty. You yourself are an example of that."

Just then, a tapping sound came from nearby. Both their attention turned to a pillar on the side, where a girl—wearing a short shirt and revealing clothes—was clicking her high heels on the floor.

She was German. On her lips was deep red lipstick, with a cigarette tucked between them. She looked at Robi with her intoxicated eyes, took the cigarette out of her lips, released the smoke, and said… "I like your style."

A crooked smile appeared on Robin's face. The blue-eyed man glared at the girl and said, "You bitch, you sleep with me, yet you keep your eyes on other men."

The girl didn't respond. Instead, she kept staring at Robi with her eyes.

The blue-eyed man looked at Robi and said, "Robi, I'm telling you—I'm ready to give you triple. Join hands with me."

Robi, with an arrogant smile on his face, said, "I don't shake hands with anyone, you know why? Too many diseases. And as for the money—I am a thief, but an honest one. Whoever I've taken money from, I will never betray them."

Saying this, Robi raised his hand, which held a gun. No one had time to think. Robi fired. Because of the silencer, no sound was heard, but within a minute, the blue-eyed man collapsed.

There was no reaction on Robi's face. He watched the blood flowing from the man's body very calmly. And the girl—she seemed completely unaffected. She released a puff of smoke, walked up to Robi, passed behind him, ran her hand over his shoulder, and moved to the other side.

Robi glanced once at the dead man, then stood up from his chair and walked toward where the girl had gone.

When Robi reached there, he saw the girl sitting on the slab in a very weird manner. Anyone else would have felt ashamed seeing her sit like that, but Robi moved forward without any emotion.

The girl took the last drag of her cigarette, tossed it aside, and began releasing smoke from her lips.

When Robi came very close to her, the girl bit her lips, lifted her face, and revealed her curved neck to Robi.

Robi grabbed her neck from behind with one hand and began kissing her neck.

After a while, the girl's clothes and Robi's clothes were scattered beneath the slab. Only screams and moans echoed from the room.

When everything was over, the girl lay coiled like a snake on Robi's chest. Robi kept both hands behind his head, staring fixedly at the ceiling.

The girl lifted her face, came close to Robi's face, and just as she leaned toward his lips, Robi turned his face away.

The girl looked at Robi in surprise and said in German, "What happened?"

Robi grabbed the girl by the shoulder, pushed her off him, and sat up, saying, "You don't deserve to kiss my lips."

The girl narrowed her eyes at Robi—meaning, he had been intimate with her, yet she couldn't kiss his lips. She cursed dirty and said, "W.T.F…."

Robi got down from the slab and, while putting on his clothes, said, "All done, sweetheart. By the way, if you want, I could do a lot more."

The girl, who was still lying naked in front of Robi, wrapped her arms around his neck and said, "Just let me kiss you once. After that, I'll take you on a tour of heaven."

Robi, with an evil smile on his face, pushed her away and said, "You don't have the status to reach my lips yet."

The girl's eyes narrowed. She said, "What are you trying to say?"

Robi said, "I've been physical with many girls, but none have ever reached my lips. Because the girl who reaches my lips—her connection is directly with my heart. And a girl who can make a place in my heart hasn't been born yet."

The girl, with great charm, ran her hand over Robi's chest and said, "Just give me a chance. Maybe I'll reach your heart and make a place for myself."

Robi grabbed her hand, shook it off, and said, "Girls like you look good only in bed, not in life. And besides, Robi doesn't use used things twice."

The girl was stunned. Five minutes later, Robi adjusted his clothes and walked out.

And on the slab in the room, the girl lay naked.

Her red dress lay mercilessly beneath the slab. Her hands dangled off the slab. Right in the middle of her head was a bullet mark. Robi had shot this girl.

Robi came out of that construction site, sat in his car, and started the Bugatti. He connected the phone mounted on the steering wheel and said to someone… "Tell the client—the job is done. Send the remaining money."

Someone said "OK" from the other side. Robi hung up, took a cigarette from the dashboard, lit it, and drove. Ten minutes later, Robi received a message—10 million euros had arrived in his account.

A wide smile appeared on Robi's face. He released a puff of smoke and typed a message.

In response, he received two smiley and happy emojis.

On the shore of a sea in Germany, inside a luxurious cruise.

Robi entered the bedroom of the cruise and went straight to the bathroom. He took off all his clothes and stood under the shower, only a towel wrapped around his waist.

His muscular chest, biceps, and six-pack gave him the look of a hot lady killer. Well, he was a killer anyway—but seeing him like this, any girl would give up her life.

On one side of his sculpted chest was a large, circular, chakr-like tattoo.

Even on his shoulder, on one side, something was written in German.

And on the other side was a dragon tattoo.

That dragon tattoo covered his entire left arm. The tattoo looked so real—as if a real dragon had coiled around his arm.

There was even a dark devil tattoo on his neck. And on his back, eagle wings that covered his entire back.

Despite having so many tattoos, his body remained perfectly fit and attractive.

Robin looked at his reflection in the mirror, lost in thought, as drops of water slid down his body like pearls.