Chapter 251: A Hard Working Hero

The cats were actually whooping the dogs' asses in this fight. These overconfident, slobbering mutts had waltzed into the village with all the tactical planning of a toddler on a sugar high.

Meanwhile, the cats had turned the place into one giant, furry death trap. Booby traps left and right—snares, pitfalls, spike pits, the whole works.

The last time the dogs had attacked, the cats took notes, revamped their defenses, and now the dogs were falling into every single trap like dumbasses on a game show.

With the village elders stepping into the battle, flexing their full power like they'd been waiting for this all day, the tide turned fast. Dogs were getting dropped left and right, and it was turning into a slaughter.

Things were looking up for the cats, but for one poor, frustrated soul pacing back and forth in his cell? Things were going downhill faster than a drunk on roller skates.

'The fuck is happening?!'

Kaisen thought, biting his nails in frustration like a kid whose favorite sports team was losing.

That big, overgrown flea-bag Jacky was supposed to be tearing through these villagers, and instead, he was probably out there doing dog yoga while his pack was getting massacred.

All Kaisen's carefully laid plans hinged on the dogs doing what they did best—wrecking shit. From everything he'd heard, these mutts were supposed to be unstoppable.

Every other raid they'd done had been a hit, causing enough destruction to make the cats piss themselves in fear. But now? Now it looked like Jacky was taking a damn nap while his pack was being turned into chew toys.

'This is bad! This is really bad!'

He could almost hear the chaos outside—the screams, the sounds of steel clashing, the yelps of dogs who'd underestimated the cats again.

Kaisen clenched his fists so hard he felt his nails digging into his palms, but he couldn't do jack from inside this cell except stew in his own anger and pray that Jacky wasn't completely screwing this up.

But today, for some goddamn reason, these dumbass cats were winning, and Kaisen wasn't having any of it. He had plans—big, devious, twisted plans—and nowhere in those plans did "cats pulling off a miracle" factor in.

"Stupid motherfuckers!"

He growled, pacing like a lunatic.

"Even after handing these dumb dogs the advantage on a silver platter, they're still screwing it up! What a bunch of brain-dead morons!"

Kaisen took a deep breath, shaking his hands out like a sprinter before the gun.

'Mommy Rodalina, I'm doing this all for you. You better have that sweet little kitty nice and dripping for me when I get back...'

With that filthy promise hanging in the air, he was gone. His body blurred into motion, so fast that not even a shadow was left behind. No one heard him, no one saw him—and that was just how he liked it.

...

Luke's ass hit the dirt with a thud, his legs giving out as sheer terror took over. His wide eyes stayed glued to the scene in front of him—Jacky, who should've been halfway to hell by now, just stood up like a goddamn horror movie villain.

The spear that had skewered his abdomen? Yeah, he yanked it out with a grunt, like it was nothing more than a toothpick.

Blood, which should've been pouring from the gaping wound, instead started swirling around his hand, twisting into these sharp, nasty-looking darts.

"You really thought I—the great Jacky—could be taken down by a little pussy like you? How stupid can you be?"

Jacky's lips curled into a sinister grin.

Luke couldn't breathe. His lungs felt like they were filled with concrete.

"Th-that's blood manipulation... No way...you can't... that magic...its..."

He could barely choke out the words. His mind was flashing back to the one man who wielded that terrifying magic. The man who laughed while ripping throats, praised good behavior like a twisted parent rewarding a child, and punished with a brutality that would make demons cringe.

"Yes. Its the Bloodhound General's power."

He flexed his hand, the blood darts dancing at his command.

"Wanna know how I got it?"

Luke could barely manage to shake his head, his body shaking with fear. He didn't want to know. Hell, he didn't want to be anywhere near this nightmare.

Jacky's grin stretched wider, eyes gleaming with sadistic joy.

"He gave me this power...to wipe pussies like you off the face of the earth."