A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 82: Why Wouldn’t I Be?

Chapter 82: Why Wouldn’t I Be?

The stalker, on the other hand, appeared very confused. Had he judged Loui wrong? How could someone be that flexible? And why was he fighting with his legs only? Was he looking down on him? This made the stalker mad, so he charged with deep spite.

The clash of their bodies echoed through the empty street as they exchanged swift and brutal strikes. Their superhuman speed left a faint afterimage in the air.

Loui’s raw strength was on display as he landed continuous kicks on different parts of the stalker’s body. However, his main target was the stalker’s neck and the center of his head. They were vital spots, so he was certain that if he lands a kick there, he might end the stalker temporarily.

The stalker was retaliating as quickly as possible, launching a barrage of razor-sharp daggers, which Loui narrowly dodged.

Any audience watching could tell that the stalker was stronger in terms of strength, but Loui was much more swift and faster. Due to his current slender body, he could move as easily and quickly as compared to the stalker, who could also move swiftly but was limited. Not only that, but Loui’s flexibility was a huge advantage, as he could dodge strikes in a way the stalker could never.

Pierre, who was watching from afar, was ready to make a call once any mishaps occurred, but from the looks of it, he doubted that Loui would lose.

Loui and the stalker engaged in a deadly dance, their movements were fluid yet merciless, neither giving an inch.

All these while, Loui was successfully still holding the umbrella above him. Not even once did it slip out of his grip.

As the fight raged on, the cityscape around them bore the brunt of their ferocity. Small buildings with weak foundations crumbled, and debris flew through the air like shrapnel.

Their confrontation reached a point where Loui finally glimpsed an opening. With it, he launched a deadly kick, his aim being the center of the stalker’s head.

The stalker’s eyes widened, and he moved in an attempt to dodge the attack, but it was too late as the kick landed in the middle of his head. The impact caused his eyes to roll back into his skull, and his body trembled rapidly.

He slumped to his knees and slowly fell to the ground, face flat and unconscious.

Loui settled his leg down on the ground and looked at the stalker.

"You’re not bad." He chuckled.

He went ahead and called Pierre.

"I’m done with him. Any more?"

[No, the road is clear.]

"Alright, I will make a call to Don." Loui hung up and proceeded to call Draven as he strolled back to his car.

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From out of the shadows, Valentine stepped out.

He had a smile on his lips. With slow footsteps, he approached the stalker, who was still unconscious on the floor. He squatted down and examined him.

"Hmmm. I don’t know what it is, but there is something off about that guy." Valentine was referring to Loui. "I can’t point my fingers at it."

He drew a quick breath and stood up.

"Well, it won’t take long for me to get him. I know you are responsible for the bombing, brother, but everything doesn’t feel quite right. It’s as if I am missing something."

Valentine bit his lower lip and began to walk away.

Pierre, who was watching him from the shadows, dialed Draven’s number.

[Yes, Pierre]

"Your younger brother is on the move," Pierre reported.

[I see. Keep an eye on him. Be careful though, he’s quick-witted. Make sure you don’t get discovered immediately]

"Yes, Don!"

Pierre packed his stuff and turned around. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared out of sight at the speed of light.

A few minutes later, he arrived at his destination, which was their home. He walked into the house to meet Loui, Lucien, and the rest seated around the meeting table.

"Oh god, you’re safe." Lucien immediately stood up at the sight of him.

Pierre furrowed his brows at her. "Why wouldn’t I be?"

"We know you are keeping a close eye on Don’s younger brother. Loui has explained everything to us," Lucien replied.

"Oh..." Pierre nodded. "I am. Are you afraid he will whip me out and kill me?"

Lucien shrugged. "Well, he is of royal blood, and royal bloods are very strong."

"Still, it doesn’t matter. Even if he wits me out, I will burst his forehead before he kills me." Pierre’s tone did not sound friendly at all.

Olive, who was quiet all along, lowered his head. For some unknown reason, he did not like Pierre’s tone or his words, but he could not say that Pierre was wrong.

Was he feeling concerned for Valentine? If yes, why? He was very aware of what kind of person Pierre was. He kills easily as long as it’s the target, and he is more than sure that Pierre meant every single one of his words.

"Olive, are you okay?" Ava, who noticed his somber mood, inquired.

"Huh?" Olive immediately lifted his head. All eyes shifted to him.

Ava clarified, "You look sort of down, and you are pretty quiet all of a sudden. You good?"

Olive glanced at everyone and smiled awkwardly. "O-of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?"

"Why are you stuttering? You never stutter. Also, why are you smiling awkwardly?" Pierre’s eyes narrowed vehemently.

Olive rubbed his temple and looked at him.

"Can you guys stop with the questions? I am perfectly fine, and I was just thinking of something, that is all." He stood up from his chair and walked off, leaving them to stare at his fading figure.

"What’s up with him?" Lucien had a scowl on her face.

Loui shook his head. "I have no idea."

Pierre, who was in a bit of a trance, diverted his attention to Prince.

"It’s your turn, Prince. Go and do your work. Do be careful too."

"Je vais." Prince stood up from his seat to leave, but he was stopped by his sister Ava, who grabbed his hand.

"Quoi?" he asked.

"Please don’t get hurt, okay?" Ava looked very worried.