"Motherfucker, how dare you talk so casually after all of this!" Kael yelled, flames burning on his palm, ready to strike. "Everything that has happened so far was all your fucking fault."
"And now you want to handle this?" Kael said, clenching his fist out of anger. "You know what you are? An asshole. A piece of shit. Because of you she got captured by a fuckin' mafia boss!"
Caspian listened to all of this with a blank face as if he didn't care. He sighed and said, "I didn't want to do this but I guess I have no other choice."
Before Kael could say anything, Caspian punched Kael right in his face, the punch so powerful that it launched Kael through several buildings, breaking the walls and everything in between. And before Kael could even realize what had happened, Caspian had already appeared in the same room as him.
"What you witnessed was gravity manipulation. I made my punch the same weight as ten African elephants. With that weight and the speed of my punch, you were launched through several buildings," Caspian said, leaning against the wall. "Why I am telling you this is because no matter what situation my client is in, I can always rescue them. Which allows me to be a bit reckless sometimes."
Caspian finished his sentence and then looked at Kael. Once he did, he realized that Kael had fainted. He scratched his hair with his right hand and sighed, taking out a few knifes so that he could torture the alive mafia members.
He approached one of them and threatened, his voice cold and merciless. "Tell me the location of Rose, right now."
The mafia members didn't say anything and simply looked at him with a burning rage. So Caspian instantly stabbed him in the neck and moved on to the next. Eventually, after doing this for a little while, the last remaining member was left.
"Do you want to die too?" Caspian asked, directly aiming the knife at his throat. "What is it going to be?"
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Zombie was about to grab the handle but as soon as he blinked, he returned to the basement as if nothing had happened. "What...? Why am I here? Teleportation?"
Tristan walked down the stairs slowly as if to let the tension settle in. Very slowly, he approached Zombie and grabbed his face, rubbing Zombie's cheek as if it was an artifact. "Very smooth skin," He said.
He then proceeded to touch his chest. "Good physique."
And then his hair. "Good hair quality."
"Perfect," Tristan said with a evil grin. However, just when he was admiring him, Zombie tried to punch him but Tristan faded. He didn't disappear...he slowly faded as if he were fog itself. "What...?! Is this...illusion magic?!"
"You figured it out quite fast," Tristan said with a slight evil grin. "Smart. I'll add that to the list as well."
"So...that's why...when I touched you...fuck," Zombie said, the realization settling in. "I can't...fight against your ability...no one can. It's too absurd."
"Fuck. Fuck. I guess I have to use it...!" Zombie said, taking a few steps back and preparing himself. "When I do this, my life expectancy goes down quite a bit due to my heavy usage of it for the past ten years."
"Realm of Emotionless corpses!"
Tristan and Zombie teleported into a graveyard, filled with lying corpses of Zombie's past enemies. The smell of dead bodies filled the air but both Zombie and Tristan didn't seem to be bothered by it. In fact, Tristan found it quite nostalgic.
These corpses, however, weren't for show. As, they suddenly stood up and attacked Tristan, all at once. Some of them unleashed terrifying magic while some were extremely powerful swordsmen. Every single one of them were different and terrifying in their own way, However, at this time, they all had one goal: Defeating Tristan.
"These corpses are emotionless and only obey my orders," Zombie said, quite proud of himself. "The more people I defeat, the larger my army gets. Right now, I have about thirty or so corpses, each one stronger or at the same level as me, meaning you cannot defeat all thirty of them."
Tristan didn't resist, he took all of the attacks at once, he let the swords pierce him, he let the magic damage him. Simply because, the body that was taking all of the damage slowly faded out...meaning, it will an illusion.
"Zombie. Everything that you have witnessed for the past five minutes was all an illusion. You had escaped from the moment you had grabbed the handle. I let you escape not because I feel sad or pity you but because-" Before Tristan could finish his sentence, Zombie found himself in front of Tristan's house and saw Tristan cooking like usual.
Zombie was confused and had many questions but he ran before anything could happen to him. "I have to tell this to the headquarters! I have to tell them that there is a criminal far stronger than Henry or Raven!"