RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System

Denise had no regrets as she pushed away from me, and when we returned to the Land Rover, we accelerated off.

With my unfinished business, we weren't headed for the airport but rather a hotel close to the airport.

Hutton was too hot a zone for me to stay in, and this wasn't because Mike would come for me, something I didn't think would happen given his condition, but because of the possibility of the rest of his team arriving.

Bettany escaping was a terrible outcome for me. It would have been better if I hadn't met the woman because now, I had no idea what my target's next move would be aside from bringing an overwhelming force to hunt me.

Driving through the dark streets, our path illuminated only by the car lights and street lamps, we were driving past the last few residential houses on the road when a police light flashed behind us.

"Madam," Gigs called.

"You can stop," Denise said, but then my eyes sharpened.

"Don't stop. Drive as fast as you can."

There was a second's delay in Gigs' response, and then he floored the gas.

Calmly seated, I used Echo once more and my face tightened.

Just some seconds ago, while Denise replied to Gigs, I had been hit with a slight forewarning—the feeling being like a slight itch.

In normal times, I would have most likely ignored this feeling, but it was quite familiar since this was the second time I was having it this night.

My eyes had immediately snapped to Gigs, my being ready to turn his brains to splatter with a shot from Storm Breaker, but then I had felt no intent from him.

Thinking it was perhaps a mistake, I used Echo just to be sure the man was not driving us into an ambush, and within my 3D model, I found that we were being followed by not just the police, but also the duo of Mike and Bettany.

"What is it?" Denise asked, looking to the sides, while Gigs, who was at the front, was checking the side and back rearview mirrors.

They both could feel the sudden tension, but they couldn't trace its source.

"We are being pursued."

"By who? Where are they?" Denise asked, the woman pulling a gun from inside her high boots, surprising me.

"Wow."

"Search through the air."

While the two other occupants of the Land Rover moved their gazes into the sky, I decided to see if I could make some last-minute preparations.

Rather than hide, as I had thought, Mike had come for me, and while my body shivered, my heart beat with anticipation.

"System, open shop."

A catalogue of items appeared on the screen, and I quickly went searching, finding only three items of note.

[Vardi: A simple sword which can channel the energy of its user. The blade gets mildly stronger and sharper when energy is run through it.

Price: 9000 PSDP]

[Soldier's Haven: A one-use item that pops an impenetrable shield around you.

Price: 40000 PSDP]

[Banshee Pill: For the next hour, a single pill gives any female beside you the ability to let out a scream that destabilizes and paralyzes everyone in a 50-meter radius.

Note: The effectiveness of the technique is dependent on the female's mental strength. The host is immune to the effects of the pill as long as the female using it is at least his sugar baby.

Price: 80000 PSDP]

"System, purchase Vardi."

My throat swallowed in desire for the Banshee Pill, but in the end, I bought only the sword.

The abilities provided by the Banshee Pill had me imagining a thrilling fight—Denise by my side freezing my opponent at intervals—but then not only did the requirements kill off any hope of my imagination coming true, but its heavy price put it far out of my league.

Compared to Mind Revenger, which was like a way of combat with several sub-levels, Banshee Pill offered just one ability which was temporary and limited in time, yet it had a price that neared that of the Mind Revenger.

"So this is what the system meant when it said the methods provided by the Golden Tree had been heavily discounted. I'm beginning to feel like I got it for free."

As for Soldier's Haven, it looked like a lifesaving item, and while it was essential, I wasn't here to survive—but to kill. Unless the situation arose, it would remain in the shop.

Scanning through the skies, despite the darkness and the high speed of the car, Gigs and Denise spotted the figures chasing us on a flying broom, but I was completely taken aback by the next words that left their mouths.

"Witches? You drew the ire of a witch. How is that even possible?" Denise burst out, turning to me, the calm she always held temporarily cracking.

"Sir, is that a knight with her?"

"A knight?" I looked at Gigs at the front, very ignorant.

"Yes. Witches and knights despise each other, but in very rare cases they are paired, and this spells doom for whoever is their target."

"You seem knowledgeable about the mysterious world."

"I know some things, sir."

"Do you have anything else for me?"

"Rumors are that the pair of a witch and knight are only ever made up of high-level individuals—powerhouses in their organization. They come out to deal only with the most powerful of targets."

"What is this organization?"

"The Church."

Listening to Gigs, I had to suppress a gulp, as I now understood why I had been so overwhelmed by them the first time.

"Powerhouses."

I thought of Mike's strength back in the tunnel, and then Bettany's invisible barrier and fiery serpent—not to mention her illusion.

Spell Breaker was the reason I had been able to deal with Bettany, but now what of Mike?

Also, Bettany was returning. There was a big chance the woman had recovered her strength.

"Can you handle the witch?"

"I met a witch back in Vietnam, and she is the reason I am who I am. Whoever is pursuing us has to be leagues above her."

"Better to fight three knights than to fight a witch, that is the saying," Gigs said, "and it doesn't have anything to do with a witch being stronger than a knight."