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Chapter 150 - 150 122 Succubus Special Service (4484)_3

Chapter 150: 122 Succubus Special Service (4484)_3 Chapter 150: 122 Succubus Special Service (4484)_3 Under the dim moonlight, within the shadows of the alley, two figures intertwined with each other, providing an eerie sight.

Looking at the seductive scene, Peter felt no desire. Instead, fear and terror rose from the depths of his soul.

Thump!

The ruffian, who was just fighting vigorously, suddenly fell to the ground. He convulsed wildly as if struck by lightning, wheezing heavily as his breath leaked out.

A white mist began to form on his body’s surface.

His whole being shrivelled rapidly as if all the liquid in his body was being sucked out.

“Shit! What the hell!”

Peter’s eyes widened, and he froze in shock.

Within the shadow, the woman pulled down her body-hugging dress, turned her head and looked over. Appearing unsatisfied, her attractive, soft, red tongue traced her delectable lips.

“Since you have seen everything, you can’t leave now.” Her sultry voice chilled Peter to the bone.

As if he was frozen in place, he could only watch helplessly as the woman sashayed towards him in her high heels.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps sounded through the street.

A shadow bounded into the alley like a cheetah, wielding a strange mechanical weapon in his hand. Dozens of crossbow arrows rained down, rapidly shooting towards the sultry woman.

The woman quickly eluded, but she collided with a man in a trench coat who rushed in. He wielded a gleaming long sword, slashing through the air.

The woman retreated hastily, her eyes turning pink as she stared at the man, but it had no effect.

What followed was a storm of crossbow fire.

The woman couldn’t dodge in time and was hit by three arrows. Her body stiffened, her aura weakening noticeably.

The man in the trench coat seized the chance, pressing his attack with fierce, brutal combat moves. Fists, elbows, feet, knees…

And the Neal Long Sword gleaming with mercurial sheen.

Clang!

The long sword vibrated, severing two fingers. With the strength of his arm, he swung the sword down, severing a bone with a crack!

The woman retreated in disbelief, clutching her rapidly bleeding neck. Another flash, and a head flew into the air, caught by a swiftly extended hand.

A black shield emblem was visible on the back of that hand.

“Succubus… target item is the head… killed…”

The man in the trench coat took out a black bag, tossed the bloody head into it, then swiftly shook his long sword to rid it of blood.

He took a potion from his bosom and poured half of it onto the woman’s corpse. Immediately, the sound of corrosion filled the air, and her body astonishingly dissolved into a pool of black liquid.

Gulu Gulu, it bubbled unpleasantly with a foul odor.

After taking care of everything, the man took out a folded hat from his bosom, put it on his head elegantly, covering most of his face. With his right hand holding the sword, he stepped into the shadows.

At the entrance of the alley, Peter sat on the ground, terrified. The battle was thrilling and scary, but more horrifying was the woman’s chopped off head. He had seen the face clearly; it was hideous and nauseating as a demon from hell. Tusk-like teeth, a mouth almost covering one-third of her face, a nose without a bone, and rotten eyes.

Compared to her, all women in the world were heavenly beauties, right?

Recalling his attraction to a monster like her, Peter wanted to slap himself. He glanced at the mummy-like corpse of the thug next to him and felt a sense of relief.

Thankfully his will was strong, or else he would…

Peter remembered the trench coat man again, his movements elegant and sharp, chopping off the monster’s head like a wild wind.

Like the nameless wanderer, he silently walked away.

Mysterious aura, formidable skill, a hunter of the night!

Peter etched that retreating figure into his memory as he clambered up and ran towards home.

Thinking of the delicious hot soup his wife would serve at the dining table, and the sound of their child reading aloud, Peter quickened his pace.

I hope Lizzie doesn’t scold me for smelling like alcohol…

Well, let her scold me more!

Yes, I will never go to a bar to drink again.