Chapter 436

436 7.60 – Who Is Going to Babysit Stinky Bun Next? – War Of The Wickeds

A wave of nausea suddenly threatened to send Riley and Damon to their knees. Managing to remain standing, their stomach weaved but nothing came out.

Earl Fester raised his right hand at Damon, snatching the tube baby from the other man’s hold, making it disappear just as he did to his daughter. Some things should not be touched by any means, for example, his baby.

Riley opened his eyes in shock, thinking Damon was going to get killed like in the past, he used a forbidden art on Earl Fester before that man could use the same spell on Damon too.

The attack caused both of them to cough out a mouthful of blood. The weakened Riley disappeared on the spot whereas Earl Fester dropped his head to the ground, falling unconscious.

Ru Quan caught them just when their feeling of superiority started to well up, stomping it down by reminding them of that time when they thought their plan of taking Earl Fester down was perfect.

By the time Earl Fester woke up, he was already shackled inside the underground basement.

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Earl Fester’s ability lay in teleporting objects wherever he wanted. Ru Quan couldn’t use it on stronger individuals (they would feel nauseous at most), but since Riley got weakened by his own spell, it worked. The ability sounded lame on its own, but if one didn’t know about it, it could create lots of fear and chaos.

Bing Shi told him to spare his powers as much as he could, so did making Riley use a two-way spell count? She was paranoid that someone could use the same spell to destroy her soul again and begged him to use another soul as a shield. In their case, it would be Earl Fester’s and Silvia LeClére’s.

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“Mr Carnifex,” walking inside a luxurious office, one of the underlings bowed in Damon’s direction, “Earl Egerton wants to speak to you.”

Damon was busy locating Riley’s whereabouts. In a short amount of time, he was able to get into a much higher position of power, faster than anyone else in the world. Not only did he overtake Fester’s clan entirely, but he also summoned every expert at his disposal, including Nathaniel Hauxley, to help him locate Riley.

Appearing before Earl Egerton, Damon used his left hand to drill a hole in the other man’s stomach with a lethal rage in his gaze, “Where is he?”

The muscles at the corner of Ru Quan’s mouth quivered, his jaw bunching as he clamped his eyes shut in anticipation, “W-west river. I want all the properties by the west river in exchange for your beloved.”

Damon’s lackeys looked in horror as their boss grabbed the pliers from the suitcase filled with torture items. He walked before Earl Fester and then cut off the other man’s weenie without a second thought, “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Ru Quan cussed under his breath, ‘Damnit,’ such a pricey answer. Well, better than not giving it a go.

“ARRGGH!” The agony Earl Fester was going through was great, his reproductive organ was gone; his sperm in the lab was probably also destroyed. The chances of continuing his lineage were pretty much dead. The interesting thing was that Earl Fester’s soul put all the blame on Riley and Damon instead of Ru Quan, “My life...spare my life and I’ll...I’ll tell you.”

Damon stopped, realising that Riley wouldn’t like to be touched with such dirty hands, he went to the sink to wash off the blood then picked up the pliers again, “Anything else?”

Slam! A door to the basement opened, and Riley entered, “You don’t plan to accept such an unprofitable deal, do you~?”

“Riley?” The pliers in Damon’s hand dropped to the floor, turning around in surprise. Riley looked like he had just come out of a dumpster, but he didn’t care as he ran to crush the little body in his embrace, “Riley... Riley are you alright?”

“I’m fine and you?” Riley placed his head on the man’s chest, “I met senior Hauxley before the main gates.”

Appearing from behind the pair, Nathaniel Hauxley went to check on the half-dead man, “Are there any remains of his experiments?”

Damon didn’t stop hugging Riley, giving a side glance at the knowledge-loving Nathaniel Hauxley, “There was a fetus, a breathing fetus.”

“Where is it?” Nathaniel Hauxley walked slowly out of the basement when he got the silent -we don’t know- response.

More or less the same as a grim reaper, Xuan Mu gave Ru Quan some other ideas about which people should perish next, ‘You just had to buy a whole street, not a whole city.’

Ru Quan moved inside Nathaniel Hauxley’s body, thinking about the ghost by Earl Fester’s side, ‘Dai An and Bing Shi had already been thinking of a new environment where Stinky Bun could play and meet new things other than the monsters and systems inside our space. There should be nothing wrong with increasing its size.’

‘A new environment? Don’t tell me...” Lu Kai turned around, increasing his senses. There, levitated the girl Dai An killed out of the blue. Would Earl Fester’s daughter become their son’s new nanny?

Not every soul could stay as a ghost for a long time. Filling up a street with ghosts would already be difficult, not speaking about a whole city, ‘What if it worsens Stinky Bun’s situation?’

Let’s admit it, the city would become anything but child-friendly. This so-called ghost slum could trigger Stinky Bun’s past and worsen his situation.

None of them would do such a risky thing, but because their wife was here, they fully trusted her mastery. If she told them to throw their son into a dumpster, they would do it without blinking an eye. They had already imagined it in their heads thousands of times.

‘What are you afraid of? Some of us grew up in the slums,’ Ru Quan wrapped his right arm around Lu Kai’s shoulders internally, laughing at the only good boy in the group, ‘It’s not that bad.’

‘That’s exactly what I’m afraid of,’ Lu Kai ignored the subtle mockery, twisting the man’s fingers, ‘An old motherfucker, who is afraid to meet his own son should have the least saying in this matter.’

Ziek whistled at the upcoming fight, ‘I left our wife’s dormitory room. We have three minutes to beat each other up. The loser gets to take care of our son next.’