51 To Free Oneself From Inhibitors 1 (2/2)

'Let me pass the night safely! Then I'll make sure to go away from here. My revenge can wait!'

After his desperate praying, not even a minute passed and noises and footsteps resounded outside. Then those footsteps gradually neared, and he could even tell that there was more than one person coming in. Even though he was sure his face had been changed, Floyd still almost held his breath. Then he thought, he must be like a real sleeping person or else his act would not be convincing.

A voice rang near to his ear after a few seconds of silence. ”Is he the only one here?”

Floyd almost cursed out when he recognized the voice as that guy's.

”I searched around, he's the only person here.”

”The face is different,” replied the first voice.

”Yes, young master. It's confusing. That anonymous broker informing us of that scourge's location said he's here. He kept on saying Floyd is not dead and that he's here.”

”The police outside received the same information, right?”

”Yes. Our men monitoring the police had intercepted the same exact info. Whoever that anonymous broker is, either he's too efficient or too malicious. Must have a great grudge against this Floyd if he's this hardcore. It could also be someone making stories up to make us worked up.”

While Floyd's heart was furiously thumping in his chest, and his sweat continuously trickled down his forehead and back, the second voice paused for a moment. He first let the one he's calling young master to finish chuckling then resumed speaking. ”Young master, how about this one? Did he finally fail to locate him?”

At that moment, Gio was busy scanning the dark place with his hawk-like eyes. He once served in the military so he had honed a certain comfortability with the darkness. Even if the place was hardly illuminated, his trained eyes would still make out something. Or even if his eyes couldn't, his other senses could.

For example, he could perfectly smell the unusual heavy thickness of dust, mold and half-rotting wood in the air. No matter how untidy a person was, having deteriorated a house to this extent was not that likely. His eyes flashed due to this.

”Did he lie to us?”

In reality, Gio suspected the anonymous caller earlier was only talking big to him. But he was intrigued by how the person bypassed George and his team, and also the police. When he was leaving the warehouse, this caller kept on insisting that Floyd didn't die and he was fleeing on the suburbs. He was disbelieving at first, but the mystery of this caller fascinated him. Moreover, he was someone obsessed with ensuring things went his way.

So he simply went back and joined the group cornering the person they always spotted per the anonymous broker's instruction. Now, he's inside this obviously abandoned house, looking at a middle-aged man pretending to be asleep.

George, the all-arounder assistant, exclaimed with wide eyes as he watched his boss drew close to the man pretend-sleeping on the bed. Gio's hand rose to the air and ruthlessly chopped on the person's neck. That time, Floyd was severely panicking, yet also helpless due to the fact that he was still counting on the effectiveness of his Face Changer. When a pain much heavier than usual overwhelmed his senses and made him faint, it was all too late for him. The last thing that crossed his mind was he should have just continued running on the streets.Maybe luck would eventually smile at him and allow him to break free.

”Call the others. Pick this thing up then probe him. If he's a fake, kill. If he's really Floyd, kindly ask him how he changed his appearance. Most importantly, I want to know how he survived my bullets.”

For a few seconds, George remained looking at his boss' retreating figure, his brain wondering if his boss truly believed that this middle-aged good-for-nothing could be a Floyd that just suddenly changed his face.

How was that even possible?

George shook his head then pulled up a syringe from his coat's pocket. Before bringing this thing away, he must make this suspected guy very relaxed and peaceful. Then once back to Alina City, he'd make sure to chat nicely with him.

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<System Announcement: For the sake of this great system staying sane and properly working,...Issuing a new task...>

[Ding!]

[System Prompt: Nth Side Task! #TooLazyToCount]

System Task: Witness How A Demon Hunts

System Introduction: For the love of the system, just thoroughly accept your depravity and learn how to be a proper immoral host. Maybe if you see personally how a real demon hunts, you'll evolve. So go now and find your sexmate. You fail if you can't find him before 10 pm.

Quest Rewards:

-1000 Pleasure Points

Failure Consequences:

-Not gangbang, but don't be happy yet

-Steffy will recover all her memories!

*****

Sofony's complicated gaze was glued to the system interface in her mind, watching this particular page turned into texts of congratulations.

She was located not too far away from the warehouse, hiding behind a relatively obscure tree. Because the system dropped Steffy's name, she could not reject the mission. She did travel all the way to this place since according to her bought Intel, Gio was here.

A little more than an hour ago, she witnessed how Gio 'killed' Floyd. The experience had not been in any way easy for her, especially after the system made sure to show her five different screens depicting five different angles on how everything unfolded. She couldn't appreciate the high definition live streaming because it only made her see the blood-curdling display clearly. For someone like her who greatly disliked violence and the sight of blood, it was torture. The terror that enveloped her was way greater than when she saw many people dying due to an explosion.

It was Gio doing the murder, the one firing away that scary weapon. This fact froze her in place and disturbed her heart. Reading his record of killings from a screen and seeing it personally was really very different. She was terrified because, in her eyes, all she could see was a heartless demon.

Did she sleep every night with a person like this?

Would she also become like this?

All the questions that popped up in her mind made her stay rooted to her hiding spot. Probably only after she witnessed something unusual from the corpse did she recover from the shock and stop trembling. Gio already left. But now every screen before her showed a shadow manifesting near the corpse, gradually turning into a figure that was actually Floyd! It was showing he was unharmed!

The sight once again scared her as she's now fully seeing how powerful, unfathomable, and scary a higher-leveled host could be!

'Did he just revive?'

'This is possible?'

If not for the urging of her system, she probably would stay dumbfounded for a long while and forget that what's important was how Floyd was still alive.

It took her long before Sofony began to spend points on making the system broadcast Floyd's location to the police and Gio's people. As hours passed, she became very tense, worried that before he would get cornered, her points would run out first. She started to fear for her life, knowing that once Floyd learned she was the person behind his current predicament, he would madly retaliate against her. By then, she would certainly become another Agatha Geere, maybe even ending up worst. This time she recognized that she was really scared for her life and all she hoped for was Floyd's arrest - or even death.

When her system showed her how Floyd ended up caught by Gio despite the changes in his looks, Sofony's gaze became more complicated and she didn't know what to think about the relief that washed over her whole body and mind. The hateful voice of the system reminded her that she still had technically completed the task as she really did witness how Gio usually kills people, making this trip quite worthwhile. However, just like what she felt when Floyd was caught instead of killed, this 'witness how a demon hunts' task also made her very conflicted within.

So many complicatedly dark thoughts and questions started to swim in her mind. When she began walking away there, she felt cold all over even though she had a thick dark blue windbreaker put on.

The waxing moon above was not beautiful today, she thought.

The night was no longer young.