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Chapter 202
Chapter 202
Chapter 202
"Hehe, everyone who enters my Blood Prison shall die in my hand. Skin him!"
As soon as the man said that a shrill scream sounded from somewhere in the smog.
The smell of blood wafted through the air. A sheet of human skin floated out of the smog and gradually landed before Jerry.
Jerry's expression darkened as he looked at the bloodied face by his feet. He could no longer hold back his fury.
"How dare you kill my subordinate? I'll kill you!" Jerry shouted.
A gush of violent wind surrounded his body and flashed with a cold gleam as it caused the dark red smog to roll turbulently.
Meanwhile, Janelle brought Victoria to her home at Rowan Lane.
As soon as she saw Jacob, her eyes welled up with tears, and her voice trembled as she said, "Jacob, just now… Someone tried…"
Jacob hugged Janelle and comforted her gently, "You're safe now. No one can harm you as long as I'm here!"
"Janelle, are you alright?" Franklin rushed to them.
"Dad, I'm fine." Janelle sniffled and reached out to pull Victoria forward. "If not for Victoria's help, I
probably wouldn't have made it back here!"
"Sounds like it was really bad!" Fear flashed across Franklin's face. "Thank goodness you're alright!"
Then, he gove o long sigh ond turned to Victorio, who oppeored colm. "Miss, thonk you for soving my doughter."
Victorio took o glonce ot Jocob before giving o Fronklin brief smile. She gove o slight nod ond replied in o crisp voice, "Mr. Lynch, Jonelle hos been o good friend since I joined Horleydole Senior High. I could not wotch ond do nothing when she wos in donger."
"Still, you soved my doughter. I would like to thonk you." Fronklin insisted.
Jocob interrupted cosuolly, "Dod, your pon is still cooking on the stove."
"Oh no, I forgot obout it!" Fronklin smocked his foreheod ond rushed to the kitchen.
Jocob orched his eyebrow ot Victorio ond nodded. "Pleose hove o seot ond moke yourself ot home."
Jonelle grinned hoppily ond nodded. "Jocob's right. Pleose moke yourself ot home, Victorio. Come with me. I'll introduce you to my niece. She's odoroble."
Heidi sot quietly on o neorby couch, wotching o TV progrom with full ottention. At the some time, one could voguely heor Suzie ond Moiro's gentle conversotion from one of the bedrooms.
Jocob closed his eyes gently ond sensed the homely otmosphere coming from the rooftop ond yord. He felt comforted, but soon, o strong wove of murderous desire ignited in his heort.
Then, he gave a long sigh and turned to Victoria, who appeared calm. "Miss, thank you for saving my daughter."
Victoria took a glance at Jacob before giving a Franklin brief smile. She gave a slight nod and replied in a crisp voice, "Mr. Lynch, Janelle has been a good friend since I joined Harleydale Senior High. I could not watch and do nothing when she was in danger."
"Still, you saved my daughter. I would like to thank you." Franklin insisted.
Jacob interrupted casually, "Dad, your pan is still cooking on the stove."
"Oh no, I forgot about it!" Franklin smacked his forehead and rushed to the kitchen.
Jacob arched his eyebrow at Victoria and nodded. "Please have a seat and make yourself at home."
Janelle grinned happily and nodded. "Jacob's right. Please make yourself at home, Victoria. Come with me. I'll introduce you to my niece. She's adorable."
Heidi sat quietly on a nearby couch, watching a TV program with full attention. At the same time, one could vaguely hear Suzie and Moira's gentle conversation from one of the bedrooms.
Jacob closed his eyes gently and sensed the homely atmosphere coming from the rooftop and yard. He felt comforted, but soon, a strong wave of murderous desire ignited in his heart.
I don't care who's behind it. Anyone who dares to disturb my family's peace shall pay. I will find you, even if I have to search through the whole Central Federation, and pulverize you!
Meanwhile, at the Pavillion, more and more passersby were noticing the strange dark red smog spreading rapidly everywhere.
In the midst of the general public's panic, a young man and woman were eye-catching as they stood still in a small garden in the middle of the street.
Rosalyn, the young woman, had an astonished expression as she looked at the cloud of dark red smog that shrouded most of the hotel. "That's a secret technique by Eidolon, the East Master of The Meteorites. It is called Blood Prison. No one has ever escaped once they get in there!"
She gasped and looked worried as she said, "Sir, will we be able to stop this abomination?"
"We don't have to stop him." Nataniel's silver mask gleamed. "We are not in the Meteorites' old lair in Cloudshill. That fellow is only an East Master. He won't be able to cause much trouble."
"Is that so?" Rosalyn turned to glance at him.