Chapter 531 His Right-Hand Woman

Chapter 531 His Right-Hand Woman

Half an hour ago,

In the outskirts of a town, the decently sized headquarters of the Black Knights Guild loomed, a beacon of security amidst the ever growing fears of demonic cults. The building, marked by the huge sign 'Black Knights', was renowned not just for its impressive architecture but as a hub for Hunters specializing in intelligence gathering for the WHA, particularly targeting demonic cults.

They also were good at hunting down these cults on their own and even dealing with corrupted Hunters.

Inside, the atmosphere was charged with a blend of respect and vigilance. Ray Foxx, the Guildmaster, walked through the ground floor clad in a sharp blue suit that contrasted with his subtly grayed temples, signaling his years of experience and authority. Behind him trailed a group of men and women in neat suits, all attentive to his every move.

As he passed, employees stood in respectful silence, acknowledging his presence with a mix of admiration and apprehension. Scattered throughout the building, men in black sunglasses and armor stamped with the WHA emblem guarded every corner. Some held rifles, others traditional weapons for any close encounter situation, and they were all ready to take care of any hostile activity that may occur in this guild.

Ray's expression was one of visible annoyance as he glanced at the stationed WHA soldiers. His voice low but filled with irritation, he muttered to his secretary, a young woman with blonde hair neatly tied in a bun, "How long are these goons going to stay in my building? I can't even do any shit properly with them sitting on my back 24/7. You better find a plan to get rid of them, Stacy."

Stacy winced, her expression troubled, "Sir, you know they are here for our protection. The Coven of the Damned might attack us any time, and if they do, these WHA soldiers will take care of that cult while our assets will be safe."

Ray clicked his tongue, his annoyance palpable, "Tch, why are you talking as if our guild is useless and can't handle some trash cult?"

Stacy, her voice laced with urgency, hurried to clarify, "I wouldn't dare, sir. I apologize if I made you misunderstand."

Ray scoffed as he said, "People think that just because we are not an Elite Guild, we aren't that strong. But we are the ones who did most of the heavy lifting for the WHA, especially a few years ago, right after the Corrupted Prince was killed."

Stacy's brows raised as she asked, after hesitating for a bit, "S-So the rumors of the Black Knights taking down a peak S Ranker who was corrupt was true?"

Ray smugly smiled as he said, "Of course. Taking down that Russian bitch was supposed to be the greatest moment of glory for our guild. But unfortunately, she was part of a superpower in Russia, and we couldn't risk attracting unwanted attention when we already have a lot on our plate."

'More like afraid her people might come after your guild?' Stacy thought naturally but didn't dare to voice her thoughts.

Stacy's chin quivered as she felt his other hand creeping up over her shirt and began to unbutton it. Did he do these disgusting things to his previous secretaries?

She clenched her fists and wanted to push him away, but thinking about her brother, her hands trembled, and her eyes became teary.

But Ray's lecherous intentions were abruptly cut short as he scowled upon noticing a commotion at the entrance of his building.

Stacy felt a huge sense of relief upon feeling Ray's hands leaving her body alone and wondered if he changed his mind. But then she nervously took a peek at him, only to see him looking somewhere else.

Her heart skipped as she witnessed an elderly man with black sunglasses forcefully trying to push past the guild's security. The guards, usually unflappable in their duties, struggled visibly, their efforts seeming almost futile against the old man's surprising vigor.

She knew nobody was allowed to enter this building until they had a prior appointment. So why was this old man trying to get inside, and how was he able to make those guards struggle?

Even the WHA guards who were holding traditional weapons came rushing to investigate while those with guns stood afar but prepared for the worst.

Ray, sensing something amiss, snapped into action, his voice booming through the comms attached to his suit, "Kick that old bastard out! He is up to no—" *BOOM!*

But before he could finish, the world erupted into chaos. A deafening explosion shook the very foundations of the building, engulfing the lobby in a chilling dark green light.

This blast of eerie dark green light expanded almost instantaneously, engulfing the guards and the WHA soldiers who had surrounded the old man in a devastating wave.

The shockwave from the explosion rocked the entire building, sending vibrations through the floor and walls. "Aaaah!!" Stacy shrieked, thrown off balance, while Ray managed to hold his footing against the elevator floor.

Gasping for air and grappling with the situation, Stacy clung to the wall of the elevator for support. Ray, fueled by a mixture of rage and disbelief, quickly regained his posture, his eyes blazing with fury as he sought to identify the motherfucker who dared attack his guild.

As the dust and smoke began to settle, the scene at the entrance became horrifically clear. Amidst the ashes and scattered remains and blood of the fallen guards and soldiers, a skeletal figure enveloped in dark green flames stood ominously. The skeletal being slowly raised its head, its hollow eye sockets seemingly locking gaze with Ray.

The sight struck a chord of deep fear and recognition in Ray, his voice barely a whisper as he uttered in disbelief, "H-Hellbringer??"