Villain: Transmigrated Into A NTR Manga As The Antagonist

Chapter 296: A Genuine Bad Boy

Chapter 296: A Genuine Bad Boy

Though Alex had no way of knowing it, his rival in this arc, aka the MC, had already made his move. Leveraging power and influence to achieve his goals of marrying the first heroine on his radar. While Alex was extremely wealthy, he lacked the power that a monarch had.

Sure, he had his own private army of highly trained hitmen, which he could wield at his authority by commanding his “wife” Selena aka Los Zetas Drug Queen “La Madre.” But they were at best a ragtag force of highly trained and well-equipped guerillas.

They lacked the ordinance and machinery to compete assist a nation like Saudi Arabia in a genuine war between Nation States. No, the power Ali wielded as the heir to Oman was significant. And his wealth far outmatched Alex’s. At least on paper.

After all, Alex now had control of a half of a trillion dollar drug empire, or at least control from behind the scenes. But even then, his drug money failed to compare to the wealth of a middle eastern oil kingdom like Oman.

But of course Alex knew none of this, and instead was speaking to Princess Aisha while walking in the palace gardens. The stars in the sky stretched on for as far as the eye could see, and the moon was out at its fullest on this night.

Alex was walking with the Saudia Princess while she asked him questions about his life. Desperate to know how such an uncultured man could ever make his way to the position of a diplomat.

“I’m curious Alex, what kind of life did you live to get to the position you are in now?”

Alex scoffed while gazing out into the stars. Before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a pack of cigarettes, he lit one and took a deep drag before speaking to the woman next to him as if she were a child. Despite quite literally being roughly two years younger than him.

“Weren’t you listening? I already told you, I’m doing this as a way to get the State Department off my back… I’m not typically I diplomat, it’s just the role I’ve got to play at the moment…”

Aisha giggled and spat Alex’s words back at him, making him appear like the one who had not listened to himself.

“I believe you said it was the Department of Justice. Maybe you are the one who is not listening?”

Alex let out another puff of smoke as he responded to this comment, as if he was not the slightest bit amused.

“Same shit. Feds are feds, regardless of what title they give themselves. The point is, I did something that pissed off my home country, and if I don’t want to end up committing suicide by two shots to the back, the moment I step foot back on home soil, I’ve got to do them this solid.”

Aisha could tell Alex was likely a criminal by the way he spoke, but rather than be fearful, she was fascinated by the idea. She had grown up so isolated from society that she simply didn’t understand why somebody would commit a crime. And was quick to ask.

“So… What exactly did you do to get on the what did you call them? Feds? Bad side?”

Alex’s response was short, shorted than Aisha would have liked. He said it in between smoking, which she found to be rather irritating.

“I became a Mexican Drug Lord…”

The beautiful Arab princess stared at Alex with wide eyes for a second before breaking out into an uncontrollable fit of laughter. She honestly couldn’t believe what she just heard, and she kept on laughing until she realized Alex had not changed his serious expression in the slightest. After she realized this, she couldn’t help but ask in shock if he was being genuine.

“Wait… You’re not serious, are you? How exactly does an American become a Mexican Drug Lord? You must be joking.”

Alex scoffed at the girl’s question before bluntly telling her the truth of all the bad shit he had done in Mexico and in America.

“I killed my stepfather after he tried to have me and my mother murdered. And in doing so, my mother inherited his fortune. The only problem is, his siblings wanted said fortune. So they tried to kill me. Knowing I couldn’t take out that many people on my own, I asked for help from a Drug Cartel.

The Drug Cartel wiped out my stepfather’s siblings, and their entire families, but rather than demand payment in cash, they demanded payment in blood. More specifically, the blood of their enemies. So I took a plane down to Mexico and became trained as a hitman for the cartel.

I then fought a war with the various other cartels, wiping them all out, and establishing the cartel I worked for as the sole winner of the Mexican Drug War. After that, I fucked the woman in charge of said cartel and turned her into my lover.

Essentially, making me into the de facto ruler over the state of Mexico, as the Mexican government is corrupt as hell and completely under my control. Or should I say control over the Drug Queen I have wrapped around my fingers?

But America is so fucking corrupt that the stabilization I brought to their southern neighbor was actually against the Machiavellian schemes of the American government, and thus they roped me into selling weapons to your father in order to earn a pardon for all the shit I did outside their jurisdiction.

Because apparently if I can charm my way into the pants of a literal Drug Queen, then surely I would make a good diplomat, right? Or so those idiots in Washington think….”

After saying this, Alex flicked his cigarette bud onto the ground and stomped it out. Not a single thing he had said had shown any hint of humor. It was all serious. And when Aisha finally got done processing the information, she took a deep breath before expressing her thoughts aloud.

“Wow… I thought you were just some peasant who had never been taught any manners, but you’re quite literally a savage, aren’t you?”

Alex simply scoffed once more than he grabbed hold of the Princess’s dainty chin and corrected her on her particular choice of language.

“I prefer the term barbarian. There’s something more masculine about it, don’t you think? Besides, if you want to see the real savages, you should look at the guys I killed. Those freaking psychos were literally eating the hearts of the people they murdered….

For the record, I never killed anyone who hasn’t deserved it. So, in a way, I am still better than the filth I put down. But I doubt someone like you who grew up in the seat of luxury as a literal princess would ever understand that.”

Alex then let go of the girl’s chin and began to walk again. He thought for sure her affection for him would drop after hearing the truth about his background, but she actually scurried after him like a loyal puppy. Quickly asking him a question he wasn’t expecting.

“So… This Drug Queen… Is she your wife?”

The reaction that Alex had made shocked Aisha more than anything. He stopped in his tracks and turned around. Wearing a charming expression, he said the words that totally shocked her.

“She is one of many…”

After saying this, Alex continued to walk forward, turning his back to the Saudia Princess, who blushed in embarrassment after hearing that. Seriously? Polygamy? While such a thing might be legal in Saudi Arabia, she knew it was not practiced in the west.

Wait… How many was many?

When this thought went through her head, she went chasing after Alex again, demanding answers about just how many wives he had. Answers that Alex did not give her, as he felt they were too personal considering the two of them had just met.

By the time the two of them returned to the party, Aisha’s affection had risen from 0/100 upon their first encounter, to 15/100. It wasn’t so much that she was attracted to Alex’s brutal honesty, but more of the fact that he was completely different from every other man she had ever met in her life. He was a genuine bad boy. Perhaps the worst person she would ever meet in her life, and yet that’s what made him attractive to her.

Alex, of course, was happy for the head start. But any progress he made with the woman would be thrown out the window the moment the Saudi King returned from his negotiations with the Sultan of Oman.

After all, he would gather the entire venue’s attention and make a shocking announcement. One that would cause the glass in Aisha’s hand to slip from her fingers and crash against the tile of the palace floors.

Alex would also be surprised by this news, and realized just what the Queen of Hearts meant when she said that his rival in this new arc already had a head start. And that he would not be able to kill him like Alex had done to Angel in the last arc.