Half an hour later, Lucara sashayed outside the factory, walking up to the bound Charles without a bit of clothing. Even though her body had a couple of bite marks and bruises, they only made her look more captivating.
Charles felt all the blood in his body rush below despite himself.
"My my, you are a lot bolder, more hot-blooded than I thought," Lucara raised her brow. "Even now, you dare to profane this princess in your dirty little mind?"
Lucara leaned close to Charles, so close he could smell her sweet breath as their noses touched.
Lucara whispered gently as she unzipped Charles's pants and pulled them off, "I guess this is the least I can do...Mn, the purest masculine essence, is always there anyway. Oh? So you were a virgin? How delectable..."
Lucara's head disappeared into Charles' lap, and the latter thought he was dreaming.
A dream come true? A beautiful mercy before death? Would they both be killed when that killer saw?
However, Charles saw extreme pity in the eyes of Tina as she glanced at the stupid face of satisfaction Charles was making. The poor punk thought that what happened next was something humans could understand. Tina knew very well that Lucara could not be considered human.
She had seen this scene how many times by now? It was at least a dozen.
Lucara was not only a terrifying succubus but also an expert illusionist thanks to her unique hunter soul. Meanwhile, Charles was still confused before he started. He suddenly felt everything in his body sucked out like someone was using a straw.
Charles let out a tragic scream, and his body rapidly withered. If Bas were here, he would find this scene disturbingly familiar, albeit disgusting. It was the exact way he died in the past!
Merely, Bas was reduced to this state by a single kiss, yet this kid got a hand job. The difference in treatment was quite grand, and who was more lucky or unlucky was incredibly hard to say.
Fifteen minutes later, on an abandoned road leading to the factory.
"The tracking skill I learned from my dad led me here. He must be here somewhere," Simpson was sneaking through the dark alleyways in search of his friends.
Charles sent him quite an urgent message earlier. Simpson immediately left Megan's place to find the others.
As he approached an old, run-down factory, he saw six silhouettes outside crowded in a circle. Simpson quickly dove into some nearby shrubbery and inched closer to observe the scene.
"Let's ride. We have much planning to do if we want this city to belong to our Crimson Spade Gang," commanded Crimson as he walked back toward the building. "The Underground Hunter Group is hot on our trails. After this next operation, we'll be leaving Kennesaw.
A naked Lucara waltzed out from the group's center and grabbed Crimson's arm as she followed, her usually green eyes the color of blood and her pupils intensely dilated. However, her beauty seemed to have increased a bit as she donned a white dress.
Simpson felt terrified.
Was that Lucara?
And what about that evil and powerful-looking man next to her?
Simpson had never felt such bloodthirst from an individual. He didn't even dare to observe this man directly, as his father had warned him about the abilities of senior hunters.
As his eyes traveled to where the group was previously gathered, he saw a dried-up corpse that died with the most savagely twisted look of pleasure and loathing on his face. His lap looked as if it had been mawed by a savage monster. Simpson's entire body went cold as he stared at those clothes and that mummified appearance. His heart wrenched in incredible pain, and tears swam in his eyes.
It took all his focus not to make a sound, reflecting his horror.
"Charles...no...what did they do to you, man?" After waiting silently for ten minutes, Simpson sobbed where he was but was interrupted by a terrifying sound.
"Whose out there?!"
"Fuck! Run!!" Simpson bolted into the night.
He had to find Bas. He needed his help now!
Simpson scrambled out of the bush and raced off in the opposite direction. The sound of racing footsteps and heathens screaming pushed Simpson forward until he reached the city's edge. He tumbled into an alleyway and kept running as fast as he could.
When sunset arrived, Simpson finally returned to his place and collapsed on the floor, barely able to comprehend the horrific events that just occurred. He swore to avenge his fallen friend, no matter what the cost.
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Five days after Bas King was first suspended from school, he was still spending his time working and training every day. Even though five days had passed, only three of those days counted toward his suspension.
Honestly, he wished he had gotten suspended for longer.
Currently, Bas was in his room meditating on top of his improved training formation. He changed the rune composition, allowing the formation to absorb and purify six times the previous world essence. Sitting in the eye of the formation, Bas operated his Evil Dragon Sovereign Record as the image of an Evil Dragon Sovereign appeared above his rym pool. Bas felt his hunt rym compressing at a visible rate.
Right now, Bas is at the Seventh Level Hunt Foundation. The distance between the eighth and seventh levels was equal to the distance traveled in total thus far. It took many hunters over a decade to cross this gap. Between the eighth and the ninth level was double the distance, and from the ninth to the tenth level was as grand as leaping over the Grand Canyon. However, with Bas' premium wood class Soul Record, which was powerful enough to be considered silver class as a rym arte, the distance between the levels of the Hunt Foundation rank was really not that much, even at the higher levels.