Strongest Mystic

Sam was just a lowly thug of the neighborhood. He had no specialties and was even a coward. His life felt like shit but that changed when he met that man.

In reality, he didn't remember what happened after he met that man but he didn't care about it because he became an important member of the group 'Dark Moon'.

On the surface, he was told to operate like usual, aka do nothing. But actually he was given money, women, drugs whatever he asked.

The best of them all was his exclusive toy Izora. He could use her in any way he wanted. When she cried, when she begged him to stop, he really loved that.

The only shitty thing in all of this was that there were a few restrictions on him. Like he couldn't go out of a certain area and he had to answer their call in fifteen seconds. Then in the conversation if he used words like 'help', 'please', 'attack', 'stop' then Dark Moon would take everything in their disposal to get him out of whatever situation he was in. To signal them that everything was okay, he had to use words like 'nothing', 'safe' etc.

Boss had also trained him in this. Sam found this really irritating but he couldn't do much about it as they gave him almost everything he asked.

As for the pictures in that room, they were his collections: the bitches he had already tasted once or would taste in the future before they were sold. Of course, it was possible only when that man agreed. After all, some of the buyers wanted them to be virgin.

And now this slut and bastard were going to suffer. That man would definitely make them suffer. This white head bitch looked delicious so he could also get another plaything.

With that thought, Sam couldn't help but start laughing, "hehehehe."

Just then he felt a chill down his spine. He had a feeling like he was a deer and a lion was about to eat him. He immediately regretted laughing. Fortunately, the boss spoke at the right time, "Okay I won't care who you are but leave Sam alone. If even a single hair falls from his stupid head, we will make your life worse than hell."

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Sam shut his mouth tightly and closed his eyes. He was still in this bastard's hand. Whatever this white dude did, Sam's body ached a lot. It was better to not do anything. Dark Moon would get him out of this situation. He just had to wait. And then…

His lips curled up once again but he suppressed his laughter.

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Ethan didn't know how this boss found out about him but still not everything was against them.

He used the voice modulation ability and told Izora in a deep voice. "Get small important things and also take pictures of that small room. If there are any documents, take them too. We need to quickly leave this place."

Seeing Izora not moving, he called out again, "Izora!"

"Ah! Yes, I'll do it." Actually she was regretting inviting Ethan to the room. She feared that her daughter would be affected because of this. With things having gone this far, she couldn't do anything and be with Ethan until the very end.

Ethan tapped Sam's mouth again and took a deep breath saying, "What can you give me? And don't waste my time, be quick." He first had to find out how important this dude was to this Dark Moon group and of course quickly leave this place.

Boss said in a low voice, "How much money do you want?"

"I don't want money."

"Fuck you bitch… damn what do you want then?"

Ethan said, "Leave Izora and Sydney alone."

The boss groaned. "That's impossible. I mean we can let go of Izora but Timothy L'oreal has already bought Sydney, we can't do anything about it."

Ethan didn't say anything in response. He just removed the tape again, and slammed the knife down, inserting it in Sam's back of the hand.

"AHHHHHHH!" His blood curdling scream reverberated throughout the room, even going out of the house. Tears and snot fell as he writhed in agony and pain.

The boss growled. "You psycho, what the fuck are you doing?!" his voice started to sound a bit panicked, "Stop it! Let's negotiate properly man. Don't do anything to him! You will get all of us killed!"

Ethan tapped Sam's mouth again and removed the knife. He threw it aside not liking his disgusting blood.

Izora came out of the small room and gasped as she saw the sight, her face paling.

Ethan was about to start the real negotiation when he felt his scalp tingle.

He turned to look at the door. There was someone behind it. One? No, there were more than one. He had been constantly using the divine sense but still he wasn't able to notice their movements.

He frowned. This meant that whoever they were, they were professional or they had the ability to hide their presence. Either way, it was troublesome. Dark Moon had made their move really fast.

To make things worse, Nyx gave him another piece of news.

[Ethan, Arcane Suppression devices have been set up all around the house. You cannot use Arcane Points now.]

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