The Villain Who Stole Hearts-Chapter 98: A trap tailor-made for the target

After a playful round of teasing with Sierra, she couldn’t take it anymore and fled in embarrassment.

"What a shame. I had serious business to take care of tonight—otherwise, I would’ve pushed her limits even further."

Veil let out a sigh. After quickly scarfing down his dinner, he casually waved goodbye to Sierra and stepped out.

Once he reached a secluded area, he pulled out an aged human-skin mask and pressed it against his face. At the same time, he changed into a traditional Tang suit, and even his physique subtly began to shift.

This was an advanced disguise technique. It didn’t just alter his appearance—it gradually adjusted his physical form to mimic the one he was impersonating.

It was a progressive transformation, one that took time.

By the time Veil arrived at the detention center, his appearance and body shape had become nearly identical to the elderly Casper Voss.

"You useless brat! What the hell are you still doing in there? You planning to rot away behind bars forever? Get your ass out here!"

Veil leaned against the iron-barred window, barking in the exact same tone as Casper Voss, scolding the still-sleeping Caden Voss, who lay on the wire-frame bed inside.

After Casper Voss had shot down so many of their drones, causing massive losses, did Caden really think Veil sent Kai and the others to investigate him for nothing?

Veil had already obtained video footage of Casper Voss’s appearance and voice. Coupled with the knowledge from the original story—his personality, mannerisms, and favorite phrases—imitating him was child’s play.

Caden Voss groggily opened his eyes and stared at the old man outside the window, startled.

"Master? What are you doing here? I thought you were still up in the mountains!"

Veil snorted coldly. "You little disappointment. You can’t go a single day without making trouble. I could tell you were heading for disaster the moment I checked the stars. Living too comfortably in a private cell, huh? You didn’t even try to resist? You’re a disgrace!"

"But... I can’t just walk out of here. I’d be labeled a fugitive!" Caden muttered, lips twitching.

Like this holding cell could actually keep him locked up? Please.

The real problem was that if he escaped recklessly, he’d be marked as a fugitive. Then what? How would he ever live in Veyport City again? How would he ever chase Sierra?

"Not leaving? Fine. Then rot in there. I’m not wasting my time on a coward." freёwebnoѵel.com

Veil jumped down from the window, leaving those words behind without even looking back as he strutted off, deliberately swaggering.

"Fuck! I knew that old bastard didn’t come to rescue me. He just came to piss me off!"

Caden gripped two bars, leaned against the high ventilation window, and stared at the vanishing figure of ’Casper Voss’. Gritting his teeth, he suddenly yanked the bars open with brute force and slipped out in one fluid motion.

After all, this was a detention center, not a maximum-security prison. It was basically just a police station with minimal surveillance. There were blind spots everywhere, and for someone like Caden—or Veil—those half-hearted patrols weren’t even worth mentioning.

With a few swift movements, they leapt over the high walls and escaped into the night.

"Why the hell are you walking so fast? Wait up!" Caden shouted, sprinting after Veil, but no matter how hard he ran, he couldn’t catch up.

By the time Veil stopped, Caden was already panting heavily, hunched over in exhaustion.

"You’re out of shape, you little punk," Veil mocked, slapping him on the shoulder.

"Cut the crap. What the hell are we doing here?" Caden lifted his head and eyed the neon-lit Queen’s Bar up ahead. He couldn’t help but grumble.

Veil responded with a lecherous grin.

Well—lecherous because of the wrinkled old face of the Casper Voss disguise. If it had been Veil’s real face, he’d have looked dazzling enough to make women swoon.

"I’ve been cooped up in those mountains for years. Can’t I come down for a little fun?"

With a cold huff, Veil glanced at the Queen’s Bar, eyes glowing with anticipation.

Caden muttered under his breath. He knew this old man was no decent human being.

Sure enough, the moment he got off the mountain, he showed his true colors.

But Caden didn’t really mind. Honestly, he could use a little fun to shake off the frustration from the past few days.

Just as they were walking ahead, two drunkards stumbled toward them and bumped into Caden. One of them, slurring and belligerent, threw a punch.

"Watch where you’re going, asshole! You blind or what?!"

Caden sidestepped the blow, shot the guy a glare, and kept walking without saying a word.

But Veil stopped right there and looked at Caden like he was a complete moron.

"You serious? Did you hit your head? You just got pushed around like that and didn’t even fight back?"

Caden rolled his eyes and pointed toward a spot nearby, where police lights were flashing.

"There are cops right over there. If I make a move, I’ll be arrested again. And once they figure out I broke out of custody, I’m screwed!"

He was terrified.

One slip-up, and those officers would absolutely drag him back and slam him with even more charges. These days, even punks and thugs had to be handled with restraint.

So, if he could avoid a fight, he would.

"You’ve embarrassed me enough."

Veil spat near Caden’s shoes, then stepped back and launched a fist at the drunk, sending the man crashing to the ground. Then he started stomping him mercilessly.

The drunk screamed, writhing on the pavement. "It hurts! Stop! Please, it hurts!"

The commotion immediately caught the attention of the two police officers stationed nearby. Caden quickly turned to the side, doing his best to hide his face.

"What the hell is going on here? Sir, why are you attacking this man?! Look at him—he’s bleeding all over!"

The drunk was a mess—bloody nose, swollen face, and groaning on the ground. The officers stepped up, inspecting the scene, and began approaching Veil, who still wore the mask of the elderly Casper Voss.

Caden cursed under his breath. "Shit! That old man’s done for now. Who knows how long it’s been since he came down from the mountains? He’s probably about to get himself thrown in lockup too."

Just as the onlookers—and even Caden—began to assume Veil was screwed and about to be dragged back into custody, Veil finally spoke.

He clutched his face with one hand, voice full of righteous indignation as he pointed at the drunk.

"That guy sucker-punched me out of nowhere—right in the face! I was terrified! He kept yelling that he was going to stab me, and he had one hand behind his back! It was dark, and I couldn’t tell if he had a weapon. I panicked. I had to defend myself! Then I realized they were both drunk as hell."

Did the drunkard hit Veil?

Of course not.

But pinning the blame for his fall on someone else—now that, for Veil, was practically second nature.

With no surveillance around, and the guy being dead drunk—he was trying to punch Caden Voss just a moment ago—it was likely he couldn’t even tell who he was swinging at.

And as for the drunkard’s buddy? The man was currently hugging a tree by the roadside, trying to take a piss.

Given this situation, whatever Veil said was as good as gospel.

The commotion dragged on for quite a while until the drunkard’s family showed up after receiving the call. Upon hearing the whole story, not only did they drop any thoughts of blaming Veil, they even furtively stuffed a wad of cash into his hands, terrified he might press charges.

A madman!

This wasn’t some elderly gentleman with a head of white hair.

He was an outlaw in disguise!

Every word he spoke was carefully measured. The moment you questioned it, it was bound to backfire on your own man.

"Sir, you’re truly a good man. Thank goodness you stepped in. With him drunk like this, if anything had happened, our entire family would’ve been ruined."

"Serves him right! You did the right thing!"

"Thank you, sir!"

"..."

Amid the chorus of gratitude from the drunkard’s family, Veil walked toward Caden Voss, raised an eyebrow, and waved the stack of bills in his hand with a smug grin.

"Useless brat, take notes. See that? Didn’t I just get paid for it?"

"Fuck..."

Caden Voss’s mouth twitched uncontrollably. Was this the difference between master and disciple?

If he had been the one who threw the punch, he’d already be sitting in a holding cell. But when this old man hit someone? Not only was it no big deal, the victim’s family thanked him and even slipped him hush money right in front of the cops?

It was fucking insane.

Caden had clearly misjudged everything.

He thought he had absorbed 80% of his master’s skills—but in reality, all he’d learned were the surface tricks.

The old man’s depth? Unfathomable.

Trailing behind Veil, the two of them entered the Queen’s Bar.

Veil, now disguised as Casper Voss, couldn’t afford to draw too much attention. He blended effortlessly into the noisy, chaotic atmosphere.

Soon, he had his arms around several scantily dressed women, chatting them up with wild enthusiasm.

There was no helping it. A silver-haired old man stood out in a place like this, and for thrill-seeking urban women, that kind of oddity was fresh and exciting. More and more ladies began to cluster around Veil.

In contrast, Caden Voss stood alone in a corner, his expression dark and brooding.

Now that he had broken out of the detention center, it was only a matter of time before the authorities discovered it. Once that happened, he’d officially become a fugitive—there would be no place left for him in Veyport City.

Leave Veyport City?

It was the only option. With his skills, he could thrive anywhere.

Still... he regretted not being able to see Sierra again. Their paths might never cross after this.

And then there was Veil.

Just thinking about him filled Caden Voss’s eyes with cold malice.

This man had obstructed him at every turn—from that first encounter at the hotel, to the Chandler family’s banquet.

Both times he’d gotten into serious trouble, and both times, Veil had been involved. If anyone tried to tell him that Veil wasn’t behind all this, he’d never believe it.

Veil was definitely pulling strings in the shadows.

Even if he had to leave Veyport City, Caden wouldn’t let Veil walk away unscathed.

Before he left, he’d make sure Veil learned a hard lesson—he’d make him pay for everything.

So what if he was some rich heir?

So what if he had power, background, and women clinging to him?

Caden had heard all of it from Sierra—but none of that scared him. Background or not, Veil was still just a worthless piece of trash!

Before, Caden had been too cautious to move against him, but now that he had nothing left to lose, how could he possibly let Veil continue enjoying himself?

He wasn’t just going to punish him.

He was going to break him.

He’d destroy Veil’s pride—leave him with scars he could never recover from. He’d make sure Veil experienced pain, humiliation, and despair—and when he was at his lowest, he’d finish him off with a killing blow.

He’d make Veil understand what it truly meant to cross Caden Voss.

"You pathetic brat. After all this time, you still haven’t scored with a single woman. You’re an embarrassment."

Veil, draped around a sultry woman, walked over and mocked him with a smirk.

Caden Voss rolled his eyes. "You’re pushing seventy. Can you even keep it up? Standing here taunting me... careful or you’ll wear yourself out."

"Heh heh..." Veil chuckled lewdly. "Let’s go, talking to you is drying my throat. I need to save my energy for later."

The voluptuous girl in his arms giggled coyly. "You’re so bad! I’m definitely older than eighteen, you know."

Veil grinned, "To me, you’ll always be eighteen."

Acting, after all, had to be convincing. If he didn’t sell it, Caden might grow suspicious.

Besides, it was just talk. It’s not like he was actually doing anything with them.

Honestly? If it weren’t for the trap he was setting for Caden—the so-called Child of Fate—Veil wouldn’t have even bothered getting this close to those city girls. He sure as hell wouldn’t be wearing Casper Voss’s face just to mingle with other women.

Why?

Because it was disgusting.

With a charm stat of 99, did he really need to borrow someone else’s face to attract women?

What a joke!

As Veil disappeared into the crowd with the women, Caden felt a cold chill creeping through his heart. Once he left Veyport City, there would be no more chances with Sierra.

He was starting to wonder if all this bad luck since leaving the mountains had come from being too old-fashioned. If only he’d learned to be as shameless as his master... maybe he’d be the one living large right now.

"Hey handsome, why’re you sitting here all gloomy by yourself? Watching you sulk is making me feel down too."

A woman in revealing clothes, clearly part of the bar’s "atmosphere crew," sashayed over to Caden and sat beside him. She reached out and gently smoothed his furrowed brows.

"There you go. Much better looking when you smile."

"And you are...?" Caden asked, frowning slightly.

The woman pressed a finger to his lips. "Don’t ask who I am. That’s not important. We’re all just here to have a good time. It’s my first time in a place like this too."

She leaned in closer and wrapped an arm around his waist. "Come on, let’s go find a private room and really talk, hmm?"

Ah, confidence—it’s such a fragile thing.

Just like this seductive woman.

Not long ago, she could still flirt and tease while clothed—but once the clothes came off, the wilted flower between her legs had always been a source of silent shame.

But things had changed.

She’d undergone the full treatment—bleaching, tightening, membrane repair, even some minor surgeries.

As long as nothing unexpected happened...

Who would ever guess she was a "public bus" earning over ten grand a month?