The Sheep-Head Person gave a look, and the butcher behind him immediately understood. He locked the door with a backhand motion, pulled out the key, and then retrieved a bloodstained streamlined bone-chopping knife from the nearby wall cabinet!
The two clamped down on them from front and back, and this back kitchen had no third exit.
“We’re done for! What do we do now?!” Chloe looked at Nina.
Nina remained composed and pulled her hand.
The girl had an unplayed trump card—when her mother had sent her out of Bull Town to wander abroad, she had accidentally encountered a Singularity and been baptized, gaining a supernatural ability. This was the foundation of her confidence in returning for revenge.
“Rose Blood Drain”—it extended her nails and curled them into syringe shapes, piercing the skin and then withdrawing. Even without piercing an artery, it would draw out most of the blood from the body, causing hypovolemic shock and death.
The strengths and weaknesses of this ability were obvious: it was a one-hit kill, but it required entering attack range and couldn’t pierce armor.
However, Promush’s combat experience was quite rich. Without panic, he took out a pair of blue frameless glasses from the inner pocket of his suit, removed his mask to reveal a fair and refined face, and placed the glasses on his high-bridged nose. His gaze locked firmly on the girl and the loli.
At the same time, Promush raised his hand, aiming his fingertip, and said:
“The Polpo Lens can see the glow of supernatural fluctuations. If a supernatural reaction appears in my line of sight, I’ll immediately fire ‘Crispy Horn’.”
His anger seemed to have vanished without a trace. The previous moment, he had been like a boiling steam engine cylinder; now, he was calm as a water droplet.
The closer he got to his target, the calmer he needed to be—this was the basic rule of hunting.
Moreover, that female brat had nowhere left to retreat. Next came the enjoyable time of tormenting her.
Promush calmly pondered his torture plan while using Finger Gun to force them back.
Nina’s expression grew tense. She knew his intent—if they got too close, even seeing the supernatural fluctuation wouldn’t leave time to react. So, the Sheep-Head Person would maintain a safe distance until he forced them right up to the butcher.
It was obvious: even if they had supernatural abilities and decided to fight desperately, they would choose the butcher as their target and try to break through that door, rather than charging at the Sheep-Head Person.
And at that moment, the Sheep-Head Person would shoot a terrifying spiral finger bone from his fingertip, killing her without hesitation.
The Sheep-Head Person was undoubtedly a cunning and cruel bastard—this was a tactic of selling out his teammate. But even if she told the butcher, it would be hard to turn him, and she’d still die.
Cold sweat trickled down Nina’s forehead. How could she find a sliver of hope in this death trap?
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck her—if the Sheep-Head Person judged based on supernatural fluctuations, then a simple raising of the hand wouldn’t trigger it.
Nina then thought further: if, at the instant she activated her ability, she flung a massive amount of blood at him to obscure his vision, he wouldn’t have time to adjust his Finger Gun’s aim.
With her resolve firm, the girl squeezed the loli’s small hand to signal she had a plan, and slowly backed away while holding her. Just as the butcher’s large hand fell on her shoulder, she twisted her wrist and thrust her fingertips urgently into his abdomen!
The syringe-shaped nails broke the skin, and in an instant, the butcher was like a chicken or duck savagely sucked dry by a vacuum packaging machine! His taut skin clung tightly to the mummy-like muscles and bones, and the massive volume of blood extracted in that moment splashed straight at Promush!
Splash!
A fountain of blood erupted in midair!
However…
Promush’s combat experience was still too rich.
Bang!
The first finger bone pierced through the blood curtain, spinning a hole in it to restore his vision. The second one accurately hit Nina’s calf!
The girl let out a miserable scream as her slender, pale leg twisted and rotted at an angle that defied human anatomy. The bones emitted a series of cracking sounds, like squeezing a ripe tomato, with juices splattering everywhere!
“Quick, get the key! I can’t move—run!” Nina cried out in despair, her chest heaving violently as she gritted her teeth against the excruciating pain from her injured leg.
Chloe didn’t need reminding. She had already circled behind the butcher, whose body was drained dry and rigid in place. Even if the Sheep-Head Person fired another finger bone, the butcher’s mummy corpse would block it, buying her time for one strike.
Chloe hooked her pinky finger deftly, snatched the key, and quickly unlocked the door.
Promush’s pupils contracted sharply. He thought, This is bad. If the female brat passed through that door and locked it behind her, catching up would be difficult.
Because the corridor beyond the door ended at an elevator.
The butcher had come up earlier, and the elevator car was stopped on this floor. If the female brat took the elevator away, they’d be stuck in that bizarre contest of calling the elevator from different floors—she’d toy with him until he broke!
Promush jumped forcefully, landing beside Nina, panting roughly as he threatened:
“Come back here quick! Or I’ll kill her!”
Nina had just tried to resist when her wrist was snapped, causing her to scream and writhe in agony. She kicked wildly with her remaining leg, like a frog on a dissection table.
The beast and the girl were vastly unequal in strength, and now that her ability was exposed, she had no chance to aim her fingertips at the Sheep-Head Person.
Chloe stood in the doorway, glancing left at the elevator and right at the girl, her eyes flickering with thought.
“Hey, stop her bleeding first! You seem expert in combat—you must carry tactical meds like ‘Insect Bean’, right?” she asked.
“As a show of sincerity, of course…”
Promush produced a round-headed pupa, crushed it with a pop, and pressed it to the girl’s wound. Dark green fibers expanded and spread, staunching the blood effectively and forming a rigid skin layer to prevent further injury.
“Mm…”
Chloe held the Shepherd’s Crook in one hand and the key in the other, analyzing unhurriedly:
“Your goal is the Shepherd’s Crook, and tormenting me, right? I want to know what you’ll do to me once you catch me.”
“Our McIntosh Family is the only vegetarian faction among the Twelve Branches of Blood Nobles, but we don’t eat vegetables grown in filthy soil and manure. Instead, we irrigate a special blood-thirsty plant with blood—a ancient plant born before the world was tainted by soil. One of them is Crystal Bamboo, whose skin shatters like sharp glass. If you pierce the skin with its seed, it will continuously suck blood and grow.”
Promush didn’t hide his thoughts. Instead, he described it in detail, flipping his palm to reveal a crystalline seed with sharp edges between his fingers, then continued:
“I’ll tie you in a sitting position and stuff it in. It’ll grow slowly inside your cavity, slicing through flesh with its sharp surface. After a day and night of agony, it’ll pierce your organs and lungs, finally bursting from your throat. Throughout, I’ll watch your eyes, stroke your little face, kiss you, and thank you for providing me food.”
He described an act of extreme cruelty with such calm that it sent deep shivers through the heart.
“Sounds nice. Can I think it over?” Chloe forced a smile.
“Delaying is pointless. I’m waiting for the Boothslot Family to arrive—what are you waiting for?” Promush’s lips curled into a mocking sneer.
A flash of panic crossed Chloe’s eyes, her breathing quickening as if seized by terror.
Seeing it work, Promush pressed:
“During that process, you’ll have plenty of time to cry and beg me. I might even show mercy.”
“Big brother, can I think a bit longer? I’m so scared…” Chloe asked in a tearful voice.
The female brat’s plea nearly sent Promush into ecstasy, but he held back. Squeezing Nina’s slender neck, he tightened his fingers and said:
“You get one minute. When time’s up, I’ll snap her neck. 60, 59, 58…”
“Run quick… don’t agree to him…” Nina gasped weakly, like a broken doll being flung around by a bratty child.
With seconds left in the countdown, Chloe looked up, as if she’d steeled her resolve, and said:
“I agree.”
In that instant, a surge of intense excitement flooded Promush. Finally, he could ravage this female brat! The worst day and the best day!
“Good. Stay right there. I’ll walk over slowly.”
His voice distorted slightly as he struggled to stay composed, limping toward Chloe.
At that moment, the door behind him suddenly opened, and a blood-soaked loli appeared in the doorway!
