RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System

"You make it sound like it's over for us."

"I don't mean to be a bringer of bad news, ma'am, but we might really be in a tight spot."

Observing Denise, I could see worry threatening to claim her heart, and it spoke volumes about how much she trusted Gigs.

The roads of Hutton Town almost never saw traffic in the daytime, and at night, they nearly seemed abandoned.

The emptiness of the night let Gigs push the car to its maximum speed, the engine of the Land Rover roaring as it moved as fast as possible, a police car and a witch behind it.

The police officer had already switched on his lights, and siren cries rang out as he closely pursued us.

"What now?" Denise said as Gigs changed gears, boldening the roar of the engine.

I had thought Denise would become panicked, but she had too easily regained her calm.

"Drive towards the city. They're cautious of acting in public spaces," I told Gigs.

"Will they let us get there?"

"That's a good question."

I had just barely finished speaking when something heavy dropped down from the sky.

The object fell straight onto the police car behind us, flattening and silencing it.

"There is someone running after us," Gigs informed.

"Yeah, that's Mike. It seems they've realized our plan and gotten serious."

"Or maybe... the car was too damn noisy." Just as I finished speaking, Bettany's voice echoed from nowhere through the vehicle, and then a large flame fell from the sky and landed on the road meters ahead.

Boom!!

Though I had fought Bettany before—along with Gigs and Denise—I was still shocked by the powerful explosion that occurred when the fire hit the ground. The blast dug through the hard tar and left a wide hole.

To avoid the ditch ahead, Gigs swerved off the road, looking to go around it.

Sadly, this maneuver slowed down the car just enough for Mike to catch up and ram into its back.

With the car yet to balance from the momentum of its sudden turn, Mike's hit sent it into a spin, the Land Rover rolling on its side.

With how fast we had been going, the car should have done over a dozen spins before stopping, but luckily, there was a grocery store by the side of the road, and smashing into it, the Land Rover finally found rest.

By some grace, the Land Rover ended up standing on all fours, and when Mike began approaching the vehicle, I sent its left back door flying away with a kick.

Letting out a groan, I moved to step out of the wrecked car, throwing a palm at part of the roof that had bent too much and was making my exit inconvenient.

Stepping out of the car, I blinked my eyes as they tried to adjust to the intense white lighting of the grocery store. A sweep through it told me there was nobody inside.

"You killed my crew," Mike said as I rolled my shoulder and faced him.

"What are you talking about? I bound them and then called over the police. Nothing more."

Looking at Mike, I observed his combat state, and while there were some positives, there were also negatives.

Dressed in an orange shirt and trousers, and wearing white sneakers, seeing him still missing an arm and eye was a relief for me. And while the left side of his face was black and dry, I was put off by the blazing fire in his eyes.

Mike's one eye was full of confidence. He stared at me, energy distilling into the air, creating a pressure that settled on my shoulders.

"Am I supposed to believe that?"

"Unlike you, I'm not a psychotic killer."

"He's lying," a sultry voice came from the back—Bettany walking through the broken walls of the store, her black heels clacking as she joined Mike.

The woman licked her lips, desire for my death pouring off her in waves despite the seductive look she was throwing my way.

"I think it's quite cute that you both, as a couple, decided to cut off your left hands. But how do you handle the toilet paper?"

Immediately, Bettany's expression twisted into fury, but as she wanted to speak, she paused as sounds began coming from the car behind me.

"Are they really trying to escape?" Bettany laughed, an evil smile flashing across her face.

From the other side of the car, Denise and Gigs were getting out. Bettany had just taken a step forward when I pointed Storm Breaker at her.

"After our fight, I made a few changes to it. Take another step and watch me carve a hole in your chest with a single shot."

Of course, my words were a bluff. Spell Breaker was still the same as before, and like the prophetess she often proved herself to be, Bettany didn't fall for it.

"Nice bluff," she grinned and was about to add something when Mike cut her off.

"Get up in the sky."

"Huh? Why?"

Bettany turned to Mike, surprised by the sudden command, and I didn't hesitate to pounce on the opportunity.

Bang!!

I unleashed Spell Breaker at Bettany, but even before I pulled the trigger, Mike moved in front of her.

Just like I had seen back in the tunnel, a yellow light appeared in front of Mike—the outline of a shield barely taking form before my bullet slammed into it.

Even if hastily formed, Mike's shield stopped my shell. But the momentum from the hit sent him flying backwards, crashing into Bettany and taking her with him.

"Both of you, run!"

Thankfully, I wasn't dealing with naïve, emotional individuals, and at my words, Gigs and Denise quickly went into a sprint. A smirk came to my face when Gigs threw Denise over his shoulder and blitzed away.

"Marcus," a pained whisper came from Denise, barely reaching my ears.

"Look at that. She cares for me," I chuckled, watching as Denise and Gigs ran out of the range of my mind's vision.

Pulling the bolt of my shotgun, I began walking toward my opponents. Though my eyes couldn't see them, my mind observed them, crashed into several shelves and buried under cans of tomatoes and meat.

Bang!!

Bang!!

Bang!!