boyutpedia Chapter 280: The Handjob Strategy
Chapter 280: The Handjob Strategy
Jinzo and Mac just stood there at the warehouse entrance, not moving, not speaking, like someone had pressed pause on them. Their chests were still rising and falling fast from running all the way, their faces wet with sweat, but suddenly, they weren’t feeling tired anymore. They thought they’d find Saya by herself, doing her usual thing, cute, smart, in control. But nope. What they walked into was more like watching two rabid cats in a sack.Down on the gross floor, Saya and Rin were rolling around like they wanted to kill each other. Hair flying everywhere, clothes ripping with that awful sound fabric makes when it gives up, fingernails scratching skin like they were trying to dig to China. Over in the middle of the disaster, Tylo and Kej were shoving themselves between the two like idiots who didn’t realize you never step into a girl fight unless you wanna lose an eye. Tylo had Rin around the waist, dragging her back while she kicked like a pissed-off horse, and Kej had Saya by the shoulders, holding her back even though she was snarling like a wild thing.
Roam? Oh, Roam was just standing off to the side like a ghost, face white as milk.
"What the fuck is this?!" Tylo yelled, his voice breaking halfway through because Rin just elbowed him in the ribs. He wheezed but didn’t let go. "Get off her! Rin, stop!"
Kej grunted as Saya tried to twist out of his grip, his arms straining.
"Saya, chill! Let it go!"
Yeah. Not exactly the quiet meeting they’d been expecting.
Jinzo blinked, his mouth hanging open like a fish out of water. He just kept staring at all the scratched faces and torn-up clothes in front of him. For way too long, nobody even noticed him and Mac standing there.
Tylo finally managed to push himself away from the mess, breathing hard. Meanwhile, Rin staggered backward until her back hit a pile of wooden crates. Her chest was going up and down fast, her red hair all messed up now, but that annoying smirk? Still there, stuck on her face.
Then there was Saya. She was thrashing around like a wild animal, trying to break free from Kej’s grip. Her face was all twisted up in this scary, crazy anger that none of them had ever seen before. A bright red scratch was bleeding down her pale cheek, ruining her usually perfect, corporate-lady look.
"Let me go!" she screamed. "I’ll kill her! I swear I’ll kill her!"
Just when the air felt thick enough to choke on, Roam’s rough voice cut through it all. He was staring right at Jinzo and Mac, his chest moving fast under all those scars. His fingers kept tapping against his beer bottle like he wanted to smash it.
"Yo," he growled, "who the hell are these two losers?" He needed someone, anyone, to take his anger out on after Rin had just made him look like a total joke in front of everyone. "Where’d you bums crawl in from? Who let you into our place?"
Kiel and Kael moved quietly along the edge of the space. Their eyes got all squinty and serious as they took slow steps toward the entrance. The way they stared at Jinzo and Mac made it pretty obvious they were about two seconds away from punching someone, maybe just to make the thick, awkward air in the place go away.
Mac exhaled through his nose, his fingers tapping impatiently against his thigh like he was counting seconds.
"We’re here for Saya," he said, his voice tense. "Not to sit around and watch whatever drama you guys are into."
Saya stopped struggling. She inhaled and tried to pull herself together, even though her clothes were messed up and her cheek was bleeding. She wiped the blood off with the back of her hand, not even caring that it left a smear on her skin. One last burning glare at Rin, before she turned that same icy look toward Jinzo and Mac.
"Everyone shut up and calm down," Saya snapped. "They’re with me."
She reached down and smoothed her torn shirt like it was no big deal, even though she was probably hurt. The others exchanged confused glances, but she wasn’t about to explain anything.
"Kej, let me the hell go, you creep," she growled, finally yanking her arm free. Then, to Jinzo and Mac: "You two, over here. Now."
She walked straight to the middle of the court without looking back. Jinzo and Mac followed, because honestly, what else were they gonna do? The rest of the team hesitated, but after a second, they shuffled after her, still looking lost.
They all ended up in a rough circle near the center, nobody standing too close to anyone else. Meanwhile, Rin stayed leaning against some old crates, lazily rubbing at the red mark on her cheek. But her eyes? Locked onto Saya the whole time.
Since he had already explained everything in way too much detail to Saya the day before, Jinzo didn’t bother going through all that technical crap again. Honestly, nobody wanted to hear his nerdy rambling right now anyway.
The rest of the Dust Dogs were staring holes into him, arms crossed, feet tapping impatiently, basically one wrong word away from kicking his ass into next week. So Jinzo kept it short and simple.
"Listen," he said. You could hear the bitterness and nerves tangled up in his words. "Nash is pulling some shady shit behind everyone’s backs. That huge loss against the Colossus? Totally on purpose. He tanked Baby-Boom’s value so he could swoop in tonight and buy up their contracts for pennies. Then boom, straight into Blacklist. Dude’s collecting top-tier puss... I mean, girls, like trading cards."
Tylo made a face like someone had just farted in his direction. He took a step forward.
"The hell is Baby-Boom? Why you yelling about some bougie-ass pop group, man? We don’t know ’em, we don’t care ’bout ’em."
Mac let out a heavy sigh, rubbing his temples like he was already done with this conversation. He shot Jinzo a look that screamed, dumb it down before they throw you out a window.
"He wants a harem, guys. Premium, top-shelf sexy girls. Buys their contracts, plays the big damn hero, and now they owe him everything. That’s his whole game."
The Dust Dogs blinked. Contract bullshit? Colossus defeat? Sexy girls’ problems? Not their circus, not their monkeys. They were too busy praying the deal with their opponents would remain on the heterosexual spectrum.
Tylo scoffed, his expression twisting into something, like jealousy mixed with bitterness. He shot a glare at Roam.
"See? The bastard can even buy himself a harem. We’re out here counting subway tokens to get home, and this bastard’s dropping stacks on a damn bitches? Everything just falls in his lap, huh? Makes me sick."
Roam didn’t even look up from his beer. Just shrugged, took a swig, and let out a grunt that basically meant whatever.
"The shrimp can buy a whole damn carnival for all I care. Ain’t my problem. And you two, clowns, quit whining like kicked puppies. What’s his idol collection got to do with us?"
But Saya wasn’t listening to them anymore. Like, at all. She just kinda turned around real slow, her boots scuffing against the dirty floor as she walked toward the big concrete pillar where the shadows were thicker.
The whole team behind her? Still arguing about Nash’s money or whatever, but to her, it was just background noise now, like a busted radio left on in another room.
Her chest got really tight all of a sudden. Not like, heartache tight. More like someone lit a fuse inside her and everything was about to explode. The thought hit her like a slap, harder than Rin’s: He was with other girls.
And oh man, did that piss her off.
Nash. Freaking Nash. The same guy who used to follow her around like a lost puppy, back when he was nothing. Now? Dude was rolling in cash, playing hero for some shiny, perfect pop star girls while she and Rin were down here grinding, taking dirtier backshots than they deserved just to scrape together wins for a team full of losers who couldn’t fight their way out of a paper bag.
She stared at the cracked floor, teeth gritted so hard her jaw ached. But then... wait. Her brain kicked in.
"Wait..." she muttered, chewing her lip. "Why’s he doing this so sneaky?"
Nash had power now. Victoria’s crew backed him. If he wanted those girls, why sneak around? Why wait for their value to drop after a bad match? Why all the shady behind-the-scenes crap?
Her breathing slowed. Eyes narrowed. Jinzo and Mac were sweating bullets, too dumb to see past their own panic. But Saya? She wasn’t dumb.
And then it clicked.
Oh... Ohhh.... That’s why.
It wasn’t about the money, it was about keeping it quiet. He couldn’t let anyone know about the project.
This whole thing? It was like when teams haggle behind the scenes before a trade goes public. In her POV, Nash couldn’t afford their starting price, no way. Those contracts were probably way too rich for his blood right now. So he had to lower their value first.
And if anyone talked before the money moved...
A slow, terrifying smirk started creeping up her lips. The cold feeling rushed back into her veins, but worse this time, like someone had replaced her blood with poison. She’d finally figured it out, the perfect way to be a poison in Nash’s life till the end.
And not just that, oh no, she found a way to yank those perfect little idols off their high horses and rub their faces in the dirt where they belonged.
She turned around real slow, her shoulders slumping like all the air got punched out of her. Then she let out this sharp gasp, like when you stub your toe in the middle of the night.
"Wow... You’re so right," she mumbled, her voice shaking bad, like she was shocked. "We should do something about this."
And just like that, she changed completely. The crazy, blood-covered girl who’d been screaming on the floor a second ago? Gone. Now her face was smooth as a mask, all calm and weirdly magnetic, even as she stepped back into the light looking paler than a ghost. Honestly? She looked more freaked out than Jinzo and Mac put together.
Tylo and the twins froze , watching her like she’d grown a second head.
"No, seriously, this is freaking insane," Saya blurted out, her voice getting louder. "We can’t just sit here and let him clear the board! If he pulls this off, he takes everything! We have to move, like, yesterday!"
At first, she sounded like she was just losing her mind, words tumbling out messy and fast like coins from a broken vending machine. But then...she froze mid-rant. Her finger tapped her chin once, twice, like her brain was buffering. Then her eyes went wide, the kind of wide that makes you think either genius or absolute nonsense was coming.
"Wait a sec..." she whispered, softer now, glancing between Jinzo and Mac like they held the cheat codes to this disaster. You could practically see the hope on her face, shaky as a candle in a subway tunnel. "What if we don’t throw hands at all? What if we use his own rules against him?"
The whole warehouse just stared. Like, crickets could’ve chirped. Nobody expected Saya to suddenly start sounding like a war strategist who binged too many heist movies.
She leaned in closer, dropping her voice to that hushed, secret tone.
"Nash needs this whole deal to happen in secret, right? Needs the Baby-Boom’s manager to stay blindfolded, riiiight? So screw that, we turn on the damn lights." Her grin was all teeth, the kind that makes you nervous. "Tonight, you two gotta take every scrap of dirt we’ve got, timelines, infos, even that secret buyout crap, and vomit it all over the internet!"
Hearing that, Jinzo and Mac just lost all their energy, like someone pulled the plug on them.
Mac took a step back, his mouth hanging open like he’d just seen a ghost.
"The net? Like, for real? Publicly?" His fingers tapped nervously against his thigh. "Saya, you’re outta your damn mind. If we drop Nash’s shady secret out there where everyone can see, Victoria’s gonna sniff us out in two seconds flat."
Jinzo nodded fast, his eyes darting around like he expected someone to jump scare him.
"Mac’s right," he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "Look, that woman? She’s got that look. The kinda look that says she’s buried people before. If we mess with HER team... we’ll be fucking lucky to die."
Saya just laughed, like she was blowing smoke in their faces. She didn’t even blink at the death threat. Instead, she moved closer to the weak link, Mac. Her fingers trailed up his arm, light as a feather but making his skin prickle all the same.
"You’re stressing too much, Big Mac," she murmured. She leaned in, so close he could smell her perfume, something sweet and dangerous, like burnt sugar. "Yeah, she acts tough, but she’s just one person. She ain’t got eyes everywhere, and she definitely won’t know if you use incognito mode, like, duh." Her lips curled, just a little. "And listen, you won’t be hanging out there alone. The second Nash’s plan goes up in flames? I’ll drag our coach by the collar myself to get you two on the team for real."
Jinzo, though, wasn’t buying it so easily. His eyes narrowed.
"Your coach?" he said. "Just like that? Why the hell would he let us in? And you’re talking like we will get—"
Saya cut him off with a wave of her hand, right in his face.
"Just trust me, boys," she purred. She turned back to Mac, her fingers fiddling with a loose thread on his collar.
"I know how to handle the coach; he’s just a boy, and even if I toyed with a boy right in his face... he wouldn’t get it. Nash stole your girlfriend, Jinzo. Stole your pride. And me? He took everything from me too. Meanwhile, he’s out there living his best life while we’re eating dirt. You really think that’s fair?" She leaned in even closer. "Don’t you think it’s time he paid up?"
She poured everything into those words, every bit of anger, every drop of spite. And damn if it didn’t work. Mac swallowed hard, his throat dry as sandpaper. He was staring at her like she’d hung the moon, all wide-eyed and hooked. He glanced at Jinzo and nodded.
"She’s... she’s right, you know? If we don’t move now, we’re dead anyway. Jin, let’s do it."
Jinzo hesitated. Just for a second, it looked like he might reconsider. But seeing Mac fold like a cheap suit under her fingers? That did it. The old fire lit up in his eyes again.
"Fine," he spat. "Let’s go burn that bastard down."
The two guys didn’t waste a second, they spun around and headed out, vanishing into the dark street to do their mission.
And the second that door closed behind them, it was like somebody flipped a switch on Saya’s face. One second, she was all smiles, next second? Gone. Ice cold. She snatched a dirty rag off the table, some old greasy thing, and started scrubbing her hand like she’d touched dog crap or something.
"Stupid-ass losers," she muttered. "Better hurry up and die for me already. Ugh, boys are so damn dumb."
Behind her, the others just stood there, frozen. They looked at each other real quick, eyes wide as plates.
Looking at Saya’s twisting smile, they realized that their teammate was a complete monster, even more than they thought, and their roster was stepping straight into a war zone.