Scarlett heard muffled sounds behind her but failed to make out the words. The sleeping drug was dangerously potent.
Perhaps the only reason she wasn’t instantly out cold was because she had very recently managed to reach the Early Expert realm, yet even with that improvent in her cultivation, she could tell that her ti was limited.
By the arm’s length of her abductor, she arrived at the conclusion that the person who wished to do her harm was a male.
In that mont, Devil’s teachings resurfaced from her subconscious.
When fighting a foe stronger than oneself, it was vital to assess every potential weakness they might possess.
Given Devil’s personality, he had insisted that even if a man were to overpower her several tis over, there was almost always a spot that served as a weakness.
The groin!
Lifting her foot, her knee bent backward with utter elegance. Scarlett’s footwear proceeded to deliver a punishing strike at the fragile region of the man’s private parts.
Ugh!
It was only for a mont, but the abductor heard a popping sound. The chances that he would live to see any kind of descendants suddenly dropped. His eyes swelled with tears, his face growing ghostly pale.
Since he refused to let go, Scarlett responded in kind, delivering a series of kicks, each more devastating than the prior.
At last, the man’s will broke, letting go of the girl, staggering backwards.
"You... little... runt..." His voice cracked, unable to finish the sentence.
"HELP!" Naturally, Scarlett didn’t linger for more than necessary. After shouting to get the attention of the custors of the store, she spun around and delivered a high kick aid at the man’s jaw. He was too busy holding his private parts to divert the danger from his head.
Sadly, the man was a Grandmaster, vastly overpowering her. Unless Scarlett repeatedly targeted his groin area, she wouldn’t be able to cause real harm, evidenced as the man barely budged from the strike.
Before Scarlett was able to respond, she heard two other voices coming from the side, both belonging to won.
"Dutch! You fucking moron!"
"What is the worst that can happen, he says!"
Taken aback, Scarlett wasn’t able to react in ti. One of the won grabbed her legs, while the other positioned the girl’s arm behind her back and injected her with a sleeping serum.
The abductors had been a trio, with Dutch having assud the leadership position. Though as it turned out, he himself had caused the whole operation to be blown out of proportion.
"Deal with the consequences yourself!" The two won barked, disappearing with unconscious Scarlett, leaving Dutch to fend for himself.
"Wait!" The man attempted to move, yet his lower limb scread in protest with each step he took. He was unable to get out of the storage room before the door burst open, the custors of the cafe bearing their gazes on the man.
"Where is our goddess?!" They bellowed in unison, pouncing at the man.
Under the onslaught of the furious warriors, Dutch’s consciousness faded in a mont’s notice.
Darkness clouded his mind until a bucket filled with freezing water was thrown over his face, waking him up.
Huff... Huff... Huff...
Dutch opened his eyes and imdiately realized he was in a padded room. Heavy chains bound his arms and legs to the chair, leaving him completely restrained.
The only thing aside from him in the room was a towering monster of heart-stopping proportions, a singular black eye fixated solely on him.
"Now..." Devil’s tone was void of any emotion.
"Where might you have taken my pupil off to?"
Being experienced, Dutch knew very well what was about to happen.
"If you think that I will share any information about my employer, you are mistaken!" Dutch proclaid. "I’ve been trained to withstand every form of torture!"
Devil tilted his head to the side.
"Is that so? Let’s put that to the test."
What followed was relentless pain, surging through Dutch’s body like nothing he had ever known. His screams rang out in the underground room.
Rather than moving his claws with killing intent, Devil took great care to slowly carve out the man’s flesh bit by bit.
However, true to his word, Dutch didn’t break, keeping everything hidden.
"See?!" The man smiled with bloodied teeth. "Even if you send your worst, I will not spill anything!"
Devil chuckled.
"Poor fellow. Things could have ended easily... Oh well, it will be more entertaining this way."
Devil gazed behind Dutch.
"He is yours, partner."
Goosebumps rose upon Dutch’s back as Michael suddenly ca out from behind him, his eyes blazing with unfathomable coldness.
"Withstand every form of torture?" Michael’s voice sounded like bells of impending doom. "I seriously doubt that."
Less than a minute later, Dutch was ready to share everything he knew.
"Please! I will tell you everything. Just stop!"
Halting for a mont, Michael gazed at the man akin to vermin.
"Speak."
Dutch whimpered.
"The rivalry of the Wang family is about to be concluded, and Sir Samuel is on the losing end. At his wits’ end, he resorted to one last gamble, kidnapping a relative of yours and forcing you to cooperate to help him win in exchange for their safety!"
He paused briefly.
"Apparently you two have so sort of history, and he knows that you value your family a lot. He promised that if you assist him, he won’t lay a finger on her. This is everything—"
Without an ounce of hesitation, Michael slit the man’s throat.
It was ironic, in a way. Michael had let Samuel live after he had oppressed his family for so long, with the aim to exploit the man’s weakness and gain a concrete reason to wipe out the entire family.
In a twisted sense, Michael got his wish... however, he never intended it to be this way. Not with the kidnapping of his sister.
"What are we going to do?" Devil asked, clearly irritated. Those who kidnapped his pupil were going to pay dearly!
Michael cracked his neck, bloodlust oozing from his presence.
"You know the answer. We are eradicating a bloodline."
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