Rocot: Reborn

"You..." Roccod stood up from his chair suddenly and looked at the man in front of him in disbelief. "Iron Bear, what the hell are you doing?"

The person standing in front of him was no longer the two-meter-tall, muscular Iron Bear. He was wearing a tight black leather jacket that covered his curvaceous figure, with heavy makeup on his face, flaming red lips, and a charming teardrop mole at the corner of his eye. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Roccod would never have believed that the woman in front of him, who was posing coquettishly, was the brother who had followed him through thick and thin.

"Hate it, my name is Lilith, not Iron Bear!" Lilith twisted her slender waist and walked to Rocot, stretched out her hand with bright red nail polish, and gently stroked his chest, "Master, from today on, I am yours~"

Roccod grabbed Lilith's wrist, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, "Don't touch me!" He hated this kind of coy woman the most. But that crazy woman, Red Spider, sent Iron Bear... no, Lilith, to him.

"Master, please don't be angry~" Lilith was not angry at all. Instead, she stuck to Rocot even harder. "Lilith knows a lot of things. I guarantee that I can satisfy you, Master..."

"Get out of here!" Rocot pushed Lilith away, his eyes full of disgust. "I'll say it again, don't fucking touch me!"

Lilith was pushed to the ground, her eyes instantly reddened, and she looked at Rokod with tears in her eyes, "Master, do you dislike Lilith? Lilith is willing to do anything for you..."

"Shut up!" Rocot interrupted her impatiently, "What I need is a partner who can help me kill the enemy, not a vase that can only flirt with others!"

"Master, please don't say that..." Lilith looked at Rocot pitifully, "Lilith is really useful, if you don't believe me, try it..." As she said that, she actually began to undress herself.

"That's enough!" Roccod couldn't stand it anymore and kicked over the table next to him. "If you keep going like this, don't blame me for being rude!"

Lilith was startled by Rokod's sudden anger and stared at him blankly, not daring to do anything else. The atmosphere in the warehouse instantly dropped to freezing point, and at this moment, a cell phone ring broke the silence.

Locot took out his cell phone, glanced at the caller ID, and frowned slightly.

"Hello?"

"Master, it's me, Black Widow." The charming voice of Black Widow came from the other end of the phone, "Are you free now? I want to talk to you about something, about your revenge plan..."

"Where?" Rocot asked coldly.

"See you at the Phantom Bar, the usual place." Black Widow said, then hung up the phone.

Roccod put away his phone and glanced at Lilith who was still sitting on the ground. A cold light flashed in his eyes, "Don't let me see you dressed like this again, otherwise..."

He didn't say anything more, but the threat in his tone was self-evident. After that, he turned and walked out of the warehouse, leaving Lilith alone, sitting in the mess, with a gleam of resentment in her eyes...

The Phantom Bar was, as always, filled with confusion and restlessness. Deafening music, flickering lights, and the air was filled with a strange smell of cheap perfume and alcohol. Rocco frowned in disgust. He hated such a smoky place, but the Black Widow, a woman, just liked to talk in such a place.

"Hey, isn't this our Lord of the Dark Night? How come you have time to visit my shop today?" A greasy voice sounded in Roccod's ears. The speaker was the owner of the Phantom Bar, a fat man with big ears and a face full of flesh, known as "Fat Pig".

Rocot glanced at him coldly, "Where is the Black Widow?"

The fat pig chuckled, with a flattering smile on his fat face, "So you are here to see the Black Widow. She is waiting for you upstairs, in the innermost room, please feel free to go in." As he said that, he stretched out his hand to pat Rocot's shoulder, but was frightened by the latter's sharp eyes and retracted his hand.

Roccod ignored him and went upstairs. He knew that people like Fatty were bullies and afraid of the strong. The more you treat him badly, the less he will dare to provoke you.

Pushing open the innermost door, a strong smell of perfume hit him in the face. Roccod frowned subconsciously. The smell reminded him of Lilith, the woman who made him sick.

"Hey, isn't this our Lord Luo? What, do you miss me?" A charming voice came from the depths of the room, accompanied by a numbing laugh.

Rocot said nothing, but walked straight to the sofa in the middle of the room and sat down, looking coldly at the woman in front of him.

Black Widow, a woman who combines beauty and danger, with long wavy wine-red hair, a voluptuous figure wrapped in a black tights, and a pair of seductive eyes that seem to be able to seduce people. She is Roccod's right-hand man and one of the few people who knows his true identity.

"Why, is there something important that makes you come to see me today? It can't be that... you missed me and wanted to come and see me?" The Black Widow twisted her slender waist, walked to sit next to Rocot, and deliberately rubbed her plump breasts against him.

Rocot grabbed her wrist, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, "Don't give me that, tell me, what's the matter?"

Black Widow felt pain, but she was not annoyed. Instead, she chuckled, "Oh, our Lord Luo is still so unromantic. Okay, okay, let's get down to business." As she spoke, she took out a chip from her arms and threw it in front of Rokod, "I found what you want."

Roccod picked up the chip and took a look at it. "Are you sure this is real?"

"Of course," Black Widow smiled confidently, "When have I ever lied to you?"

Without saying anything, Roccod inserted the chip into his terminal and quickly browsed through the contents. His expression gradually became solemn.

"How is it? Is it what you want?" asked Black Widow.

Roccod was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Yes, it is this. With it, I can..."

Before he could finish his words, the door of the room was suddenly kicked open and a group of fully armed soldiers rushed in. Leading them was a man wearing a black military uniform and with a hideous scar on his face.

"Locked, you are under arrest!" the man said coldly, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes.