Chapter 184: Just a Truck?
Chapter 184: Just a Truck?
"AHHHHH! Stop!Stop!Stop! following me !" Min Ji, the pink-haired girl, screamed and bolted away from the group after they were suddenly attacked by a bunch of scarecrows.
As the girl with the blue hair continued her frantic escape, I followed closely behind her. She had no idea what she was running into. The dim light from her flashlight cast eerie shadows, making the forest appear even more sinister.
Every so often, I sent more scarecrows to encircle her, keeping her disoriented and terrified. Her panic was really exciting to watch as she stumbled through the woods, her breath quickening with fear. The darkness plus the drugs was playing tricks on her mind, and she had no idea who or what was chasing her.
"Please stop !"
I heard her desperate cries and pleas for mercy, but I was in no mood to grant her any break.
My crows continued to harass her, leaving multiple small wounds on her body. Their attacks might have been individually weak, but when a dozen of them swarmed, even a strong person would have struggled to defend themselves, let alone a weak thin girl like her.
I enjoyed her suffering, wanting to hurt her bit by bit as retribution for what her group had done. Her pain and cries were like sweet music to my ears, each note a symphony of my sadistic tendencies .
"Please stop!" she screamed in agony, her voice cracking with exhaustion.
*THUD!
She tripped over one of the branches and let go of her flashlight. She scrambled to find it like an idiot.
"Are you okay?"
"Who are you?" she started shouting after hearing my voice. It was dark, so she didn't see my face immediately before she could get her flashlight.
"It's me your boyfriend , Jin kan," I replied with a sinister smile on my face
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"But I thought you were dead?" She started sobbing and looked at me with wide, tearful eyes. From her perspective, I really looked like her boyfriend at the moment.
I chuckled softly and replied, "Oh, it was just a prank. I put ketchup on my head."
Her relief was visible as she wiped away her tears.
"Idiot, I thought you were dead! Let's get out of here. This place is weird. The crows started attacking me, and now I'm full of wounds."
I leaned in, examining her with a puzzled expression. "What wounds? You don't have any wounds on you."
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Her confusion deepened as she touched her body and realized there were no injuries. But that was just her brain lying to her.
"I remembered being attack by a bunch of crows ,"
"Maybe you were just too high. You've been snorting too much drugs." I chuckled as I extended my hands to her.
She accepted my hand, and as she stood up, I reassured her, "Let's go now. We need to get back to the camp."
She managed to stand up without any major issues. The wounds on her body were superficial, not deep enough to hinder her walking.
As we continued our conversation, I executed a quick switchero and headed in the opposite direction. My intention was to deal with the rest of them, making sure they experienced their punishment together.
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On the other side of the forest.
BAM!
BAM!
BAM!
Multiple pinpoint punches landed on him, and despite the difference in our sizes, he couldn't properly defend himself.
"Damn! How can an old woman like you fight this well?" he protested.
The one I was currently controlling was the woman who had given me a ride along with her husband. She might be middle-aged, but with me in control of her body, there was no way a regular drug addict could contend with me in combat.
"How can a druggie like you be this weak? You should use steroids instead of meth," I chuckled, my voice sounding more like a giggle coming from a woman's mouth.
"You're dead!" He cursed aloud.
"Didn't your parents teach you to respect your elders?" I replied, and swiftly closed in on him.
He attempted to punch me, but it was so slow that I could have closed my eyes and avoided it. I easily dodged his attack, letting it pass by my shoulder, and delivered a left hook followed by a right uppercut.
*BAM!
*BAM!
My current strength wasn't exceptionally high, so that combination didn't take him down. No problem; I could just keep punching him.
*BAM!
*BAM!
*BAM!
*BAM!
It was more entertaining to slowly drain him of his stamina. I landed a series of punches on him, targeting his midsection and ribs, making him gasp for air. He desperately tried to defend himself, but his body couldn't keep up with the relentless barrage of blows.
But suddenly, the woman I was controlling knelt down; it seemed I had overused her, and the exhaustion in her body had caught up.
He saw this opportunity and tried to tackle me. However, before he could get near, another fist hit him from the side – this time, it was her husband.
"What the hell! Why are you doing this?" He protested as he held his swelling cheek. The body I controlled now was stronger, so it was only natural that he felt my punch.
"Just for fun," I chuckled, relishing the pain and confusion on his ugly face.
Without waiting for him to stand up , I sat on his stomach and begun punching him again.
*BAM!
*BAM!
*BAM!
"You think you're a hotshot for vandalizing my car!" I growled, my anger intensifying.
"You think you're a tough guy? Now you're going to be dead because you mess with me!"
"Dude, it's just a car! You have insurance," he pleaded for mercy. But instead of pitying him, it made me even angrier. What insurance? I had just rented that car.
"Just a car? Just a car? Some long haired guy is willing to kill a whole criminal organization for a dog and a rare 1969 Ford Mustang Boss 429 car! And now you think you can get away with destroying my truck?" I spat in anger and grab his head and started bumping it the ground .
*BAM!
*BAM!
*BAM!
"Please….Stop…."