Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1242 - 341 Rudd the Giant

Chapter 1242: Chapter 341 Rudd the Giant

Dim yellow light, the pungent stench of decay.

Liu Zhenhan, who gradually awakened from his dizziness, first felt someone wiping his forehead with a cool cloth, the touch gentle as a virtuous wife who wouldn’t want to wake her deeply sleeping beloved husband.

He shook his head; his pupils, which had been slightly doubled, returned to normal—turns out he was back in the Bastille Dungeon, stripped of his clothes, bare chested with a tuft of chest hair, wearing nothing but a pair of briefs.

Not only that, his arms and legs were held by heavy shackles and chains against the stone wall in a spread-eagled "X" position. Judging from the model of these fetters, they seemed specially made to subdue a rhinoceros.

Guoguo had also been tied up, wrapped into a mummy and was hanging next to Liu Zhenhan on the guillotine platform like a bamboo rice dumpling swaying under the eaves, swinging back and forth near Liu Zhenhan like a pendulum, with her two little eyes surreptitiously moving about.

The family, now left only with a small parrot, untended, was listlessly lying on Liu Zhenhan’s shoulder, its feathers tremulous.

Rommel sat on a stool, smiling gratifyingly at him, flanked by a row of cold-eyed officers from the Flying Camel Army.

Liu Zhenhan sighed; he saw the one helping to wipe his face with a dripping wet cloth was none other than the lotus beauty with a white veil covering her face. Her eyes were still closed, and as Liu Zhenhan observed her long eyelashes and the red mole between her eyebrows, inhaling the scent of water lilies from her breath, for a moment he was actually bewitched.

He had been somewhat irate over her scheming against him, but in that instant, a foolish thought welled up in Liu Zhenhan’s heart—being calculated by such a beauty, he would be willing to go through it all again.

"Richard, I’m so glad you finally woke up. You’ve been asleep for a day and a night, you’ve made me wait so hard," Rommel said, propping his feet on a large turtle shell in front of him, his fingers tapping on the box holding the devil’s taro beauty, as if playing piano keys, "The Song of Dress" and "Roar of Rage Skull Necklace" lay on an ancient stool stained with blood.

Liu Zhenhan didn’t speak; he strained his arms only to find that the dragon power in his entire body seemed to have melted like a snowman under the sun, leaving hardly anything behind. Not to mention breaking free from the shackles of the massive fetters and iron chains, even twitching was a problem.

What depressed Liu Zhenhan even more was that the elemental power that once surged within him now resembled a dried-up pond, emptying a large section. Compared to its previous vigor, it was like a wealthy landowner looted by a ferociously ruthless bandit.

Liu Zhenhan was no longer a novice, but he truly couldn’t understand what had happened to him—It looked as if he was being suppressed by a "Magic Imprint," but could the Imams of Kalimantan City have the strength to seal a Saint Level Mage with a Magic Imprint?

What was even more strange was that he seemed not to be completely sealed, a real oddity.

"I’m really sorry to come up with such a method to deal with you, I also feel helpless. Who would have thought your Shaman robe and skull necklace would be filled with Elemental Fluctuation?" Rommel watched Liu Zhenhan with a smile: "Why won’t you follow me? I’m so sincere, why are you indifferent!"

"Cut the crap! What on earth do you want to do?" Liu Zhenhan asked impatiently.

"Shut up!" an Arsenic Giant with a bandaged head roared, "Dare to speak to the beautiful commander like that, are you looking for death?"

"I remember you, my guard drilled a few holes in your head." Liu Zhenhan glanced coldly at the Arsenic Giant: "Your courage seems like it should be used in battle, not for showing off in front of a prisoner!"

The Arsenic Giant blushed, but thankfully the dim light could conceal it.

"You’re just as arrogant as ever, dear Richard the Shaman." Rommel’s facial muscles twitched violently, his smile turning sinister: "No one respects the Flying Camel Army or me, not just you—everyone is the same. Even though I’m now the commander of the Flying Camel Army, everyone in Kalimantan City just fears me, instead of respecting me! I really hate this attitude of yours!"

"Whose fault can that be?" Liu Zhenhan sneered, "I was quite like you at one point, full of desire for others’ respect. But what is it in reality? It’s all just because I was too insecure inside. Looking back now, my past self was really idiotic! You are the same!"

"Do you harbor resentment in your heart because I went back on my word?" Rommel’s left hand flipped, and like magic, a cigar appeared between his middle and index finger out of thin air.

"Not cool! You’ve patted me down again!" Liu Zhenhan chuckled.

"Rest assured, all promises in this world are illusory, but my promise, Rommel’s, is absolutely rock-solid. I’ve lost many things, but the only thing I’ve never abandoned is my word. I’ve said I won’t hurt you and I’ll keep my word." The handsome commander’s red fox tail wagged triumphantly as he lit the cigar with an unskilled gesture, coughing out a thick puff of smoke.

The small parrot on Liu Zhenhan’s shoulder made a series of guttural noises, its speech unclear.

"I forgot to tell you, your parrot was really annoying, I’ve pulled out its tongue!" Rommel coughed out a spicy cloud of blue smoke and glanced at the cigar butt without lifting his head as he spoke.