strictlysupreme Chapter 116 - 115: Salute to the Birth of the Octopus Face
Chapter 116 - 115: Salute to the Birth of the Octopus Face
Chapter 116: Chapter 115: Salute to the Birth of the Octopus FaceEthan had a plan.
Although Ethan didn’t say it outright this time, Lindong could tell he was digging a hole, a trap set against Aisoke, a scheme more complex than simply assassinating with Elemental Magic.
Her heart was pounding, and she couldn’t help but ask, "What’s the next step in the plan?"
Lindong suddenly realized that this student of hers had long surpassed the role of a mere pupil; he was a reliable and trustworthy companion in the truest sense.
"Notify the Kingdom Army."
"The Kingdom Army?"
Once again, she couldn’t keep up with Ethan’s far-fetched thinking.
"Perhaps soon the division will face a containment breach event."
After bidding farewell to the lady, he returned in the direction he had come from, moving in sync with Aisoke. The casino side had immediately informed Aisoke about the Reception Bureau’s involvement in the investigation. Upon hearing that the thug had been taken away for isolation as a re
"I’m telling you about your daughter, don’t you want to know what happened that night?"
Aisoke was entirely engrossed in the pleasure derived from abuse. From a young age, ordinary hobbies rarely interested him. He always sought more stimulating games, and to him, women were the finest toys, toys that could make noises, beg for mercy, and cry.
"She struggled quite a bit, so I had to grip her neck, but maybe I used a bit too much strength or held her for too long; she soon stopped moving."
The man cursed loudly, "You beast!"
"Beast?"
A scornful smile appeared on Aisoke’s face. It wasn’t the first time someone had described him that way. "Objectively speaking, it corresponds more to your status. You live pampered lives, but only provide insignificant value when you please me. Do you want to know what happened after your daughter stopped moving? After that..."
The sound of the door closing from behind startled Aisoke. He immediately pointed his gun at the source.
There was no one there, yet the isolation room door had somehow shut.
His expression changed slightly.
Before arriving at the Reception Bureau, someone had already voluntarily told Aisoke about the thug’s identity. He had prepared many stories about the man’s daughter.
He had also prepared a plan for the man.
The gunmen from the Imperial Military Industry should now have arrived at the apartment. Soon, he could enjoy the heartwarming scene of a family reunion.
Aisoke decided to make the man the last to breathe his last.
But now, he had an ominous inkling.
The room’s temperature had abruptly dropped. When Aisoke looked down, he saw red thin ice spreading across the floor. The blood that had splattered from the man turned into a visible virus, devouring the room.
More troubling... he suddenly felt itchy, with his vision clouded by a red haze.
It was as if something was about to burst forth from beneath his skin.