225 Rage 1 (2/2)
Yet for some unknown reason, Ver could seemingly feel the air becoming heavier and heavier, and a thick stench of blood too wafted over his nose when he discovered the presence of that voluptuously sexy and tall woman.
”Hello, Miss Desert Branch Keeper...”
He dryly greeted back to the woman leaning her back on the wall with her arms crossed under her gifted bosom.
”It's been a long while. Two years to be exact...”
The man summoned a gun from his inventory and positioned it in front. His wariness made the other laughed, continuing,
”Time constantly changes people, huh? Before, you used to be so respectful of me and would not ever point any weapon at me. My dear Ver, just what the hell did those lowly women and people from another country teach you?”
She shook her head and clicked her tongue.
”This is why only C Empire people are good people. Everyone else is inferior and low-bred or people that should be enslaved.”
'Damn narrow-mindedness!'
The male system user cursed, his face immediately contorting due to the bullshit words spouted with a straight face by the insane branch keeper.
How he wished the other was not an immoral host too so he could immediately send her to the afterlife!
Instead of letting the woman begin the preaching of her empire's greatness and her blood's nobleness, he directly asked,
”I'm sure this is only your whimsical whim to summon me here. The leader already knows that I won't ever be rejoining the organization.”
The other parted her back with the brick wall. She tilted her head to the side and nodded,
”Yeah. It's just me deciding to make you come back. I'm just betting. Who knows that cute lady can actually drag you back to our brick castle.”
With a freezing glare, he questioned,
”What do you want?”
When the woman entered into a two-meter distance into his range, he fired thrice at her.
Unfortunately, she was also at the same level as him, hence she only teleported, reappearing to an arms distance from him.
Of course, he also warped away when he felt her going near him.
He felt that she was as disgusting as this place.
He didn't want to even breathe the same air as her.
”Bad boy. You should not point a gun to someone who deeply loves you.”
”I asked, what do you want?” he angrily said.
His patience was thinning at a speed similar to an elevator's descent due to the woman's teasing.
At its reminder, Ver cursed out.
He took back his stare from her and then teleported again.
Particles of light engulfed his figure as he warped into another location.
It was correct. He couldn't be held back here.
Otherwise, he would arrive late and Wendy would experience something traumatizing.
There was no way he could allow that!
”You want to come to that b*tch's rescue?”
The woman called the keeper mockingly laughed then chased after the man.
In just two transfers, she caught up with Ver.
The man must be planning to check each room in this floor to find his lover.
But she couldn't let that happen, thus, she laughingly said,
”You won't be getting away, sorry. Not until that cute girly of yours committed suicide after being, perhaps, impregnated?”
As the soft but dark laughter reverberated in the dark room they next appeared into, the space all around Ver and the female dungeon keeper distorted.
Ver's face contorted too. Initially, due to the vulgar and frightening words she said, but now due to recognizing the work of the round device in the woman's hand.
The change in the air made him realize that he could no longer teleport.
The realization made him lose his sense of reason and direction.
Hence, red-eyed, he angrily charged at the enemy with his firearm and fist while cursing out,
”F*ck you! Die!!!”