Chapter 2: Jebaited (2/2)

*THAK*

The bullet missed and hit the trunk of a tree, and the fake Matt seemed to be running away even further in a weird zig-zag manner.

Paul's face was reddened, and he feverishly clutched his neck before taking a good aim at the fake Matt within his sight.

He held his breath, and within a few seconds…

The youngster was running with a grin on his face thinking that it would take some time for Paul to recover from his temporary stunned state.

However….

*WHIZZZ*

”AAHH!” With a loud wail, the youngster crashed on the ground as he gripped the right side of his abdomen.

He rolled on the ground a few times before coming to rest by having his back strike against the trunk of a tree.

”Fuckkkk…he got my liver...” The youngster groaned in pain as he tried to stop the bleeding. He positioned himself as he rested against the tree and saw Paul slowly walking towards him while rubbing his eyes.

He wanted to run, but his legs didn't seem to listen to him, and his senses seemed to get muddled slowly.

”Hahaha, you dirty mutt. You think you can fool me?” Paul laughed sardonically, and his tone became even darker as he continued, ”I don't know what weird tricks you used to impersonate my colleague but say goodbye to your worthless life.”

But contrary to the youngster's expectations, he didn't feel any sense of fear or despair as death loomed before him. Instead, he felt a strange sense of relief as he thought to himself, 'Ah...finally, I can kiss goodbye to this shitty life…'

”Kill this daddy if you got the guts…” The youngster mocked with a tired laugh as he closed his eyes to prepare himself to let death take him away.

Paul's expression became ugly as he raised his gun towards the youngster's head.

…

One second...three seconds...even after half a minute, nothing happened other than just the sound of vermin in the forest.

With lots of puzzling thoughts, the youngster opened his eyes slightly to see a tall figure clad in a dark blue robe with long white hair dancing in the air, floating before him.

Since his vision was blurry and the sunlight cast a shadow over the figure's face, he couldn't discern their face clearly.

It was as if Paul magically disappeared, and only this figure was floating in the air before him.

However, vaguely seeing the grand robes and the long hair, he mumbled in a dizzy manner, thinking that he already died, ”Ah...my goddess...have you come to take me to heaven? Please make sure I get a lot of beauties in heaven…”

But the imposing and gruff voice that replied to him was like a bucket of cold water being poured over his head, ”What goddess? I am the immortal dragon, Aldress, the Abyssal King. Now pull yourself together since your destiny is about to change!”