“Let's run. As expected, this money isn't easy to earn,” a fat man said, a look of wariness on his face.
Only after becoming supernatural beings did they truly understand the terrifying weight of an original supernatural being.
“I've decided to join the Scott Syndicate,” Valen said, looking at the others. “I wanted to join them before, but unfortunately, they only recruited local supernatural beings and those from the other four islands.”
“I'm not joining either. I don't like being controlled. It's better to live a free and easy life. I'm leaving now,” a white woman said, turning to walk away.
Soon, the others left one after another, leaving only Valen and an elderly white man.
The old man looked at Valen and smiled. “This old body of mine isn't as robust as it used to be. It's better to find a backer and tag along.”
“Let's go. Time to move,” Valen said with a sinister grin.
The old man remained silent, but his gaze gradually turned cold. For his retirement plans, he could only trouble Leia to sacrifice his head.
The two pushed open the door and headed upstairs.
At the staircase ahead, six soldiers stood holding rifles.
Seeing the two approach, one of the soldiers immediately held out a hand and said respectfully, “Mr. Valen, no one is allowed upstairs without the President's orders.”
“Who the hell do you think you are to block my path!” Valen didn't even look at him. With a thought—
Buzz!
A wave of green energy rippled out with him as the center, sweeping over the six soldiers in front of him and the guards further up.
“Ah!” The soldiers in front of him suddenly shrieked as the green light swept past, dropping to their knees while clutching their heads.
Valen strode up the stairs, the old man following close behind.
Amidst the agonized screams, the skin of all the soldiers turned green. From their nostrils, mouths, and other facial orifices, green branches began to sprout.
The branches blossomed and bore fruit as the soldiers' flesh withered at a visible rate, turning into nutrients for the growing flora.
Soon, a series of round tree stumps appeared inside the castle.
“We have enemies!” The commotion immediately alerted the soldiers outside.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
At the same time, a shrill alarm blared throughout the castle.
A large group of soldiers rushed in from the entrance. The old white man, who was already halfway up the stairs, turned to look at them.
A faint smile played on his lips. “You guys, please don't get in the way of my retirement plans, alright?”
The old man reached out with his left hand and choked his own neck. Instantly, all the soldiers within his line of sight froze, raised their left hands, and choked themselves.
Under the terrified gazes of the soldiers, the old man squeezed his left hand slightly.
The faces of the charging soldiers instantly flushed red before turning a bruised purple, and they ultimately choked themselves to death.
At that very moment, in a room on the top floor of the castle.
Hearing the alarm outside, Leia panicked. He thought the Demon Hunting Association had made its move. “Damn it! Has the Demon Hunting Association targeted me so quickly?!”
“Your Excellency Leia, quickly take the escape route!” the woman standing beside him urged in alarm.
Bang!
The iron door at the entrance was suddenly kicked off its hinges, and the heavy door—which could withstand bombs—collapsed.
“Your Excellency Leia, where do you think you're running to?” Valen asked, the killing intent in his eyes completely unmasked.
“You!” Leia's face fell as he stared at Valen.
Pfft!
Before Leia could speak, Valen blurred. Neither of them could react before a punch obliterated Leia's neck, sending flesh and blood spraying everywhere.
Carrying Leia's terrified, severed head, Valen walked over to the window and drew back the curtains, revealing the front gate below.
Crash!
Valen smashed through the glass and tossed Leia's head under a nearby streetlight.
As he finished, he felt a gaze sweep over him from the tall building in the distance.
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