Ascension of the Dark Seraph-Chapter 237: The Third Constellation

Two sedan cars stopped near a night market under the pedestrians' gazes.

Coming out of them were seven people, all of them carrying a strong air with them—Hybrids.

"Hmm?" Ravenna was the first one to come and looked around, the aroma of rich medley—savory grilled meats, sizzling spices, and the sweet tang of caramelized sugar infiltrated her nose instantly. "I am confused, why are we ending the night here when we have Fabio's money"

"Oh, are you too dignified now?" Lucivar chimed with a light chuckle. "Are you a princess?"

"We just came from the hot spring—we're clean, and you brought us to Sector 2," Leandra snapped as she climbed out of the car, frustration clear in her voice. "Of course we're pissed! We are just going to get filthy all over again,"

"It's fine… it's good for us to walk around," Nerissa, as always, trying to keep the peace.

But Ravenna and Leandra were not going to let this go.

"A night market? Nice!" Mirel nodded in approval as he approached.

Unlike the girls, he was completely fine—excited even.

It was the same with Bakar and Bob, the two of them didn't seem to mind.

"Here," Lucivar gave them the money he took out earlier. "Go and have a look around and buy anything you want. Once you're done looking around, I'm going to bring you to a famous place here. We are ending the night there,"

As soon as he said that, Lucivar trotted on ahead.

"Where are you going? Aren't we going together?" Mirel called seeing Lucivar walking ahead alone.

"I want to buy something embarrassing, so leave me alone," Lucivar replied without turning back.

Once he was gone, the group paused at a standstill.

Lucivar might've thought they wouldn't know what he was doing but all of them knew—not exactly as to what he was planning but all of them knew that whatever he was doing, he was going to do something bad that would benefit him and them.

For a second, the group exchanged a look with each other.

Mirel was the one who broke the silence first, "I guess we should look around,"

"I guess we should…" Ravenna repeated.

Behind their words, there was a hidden meaning.

In reality, both meant that they should look around and see what Lucivar was going to do.

…

Several blocks away from the night market.

"Is this really the place?" A man in a neat maroon suit and tie gazed out of the car window.

Upon hearing this, his assistant sitting beside him nodded, "Yes, he is on the run so he needs to lay low"

"Sigh…" the man combed his sleek air and stepped outside.

As he stepped out of the car and embraced the cold breeze of the night, he felt his throat tighten.

A mild frown crossed his face, the night air was more choking than usual, and that displeased him more than the fact that he needed to come all the way here, to Sector 2, a small and rural area that was beneath someone of his standing.

But still, the business must be done.

Once the man buttoned his suit elegantly, he raised his hand as if signaling something.

Then, the shadows around him moved almost as if they were reacting to him.

Or rather, something within the shadows was reacting to him.

Clearing his throat, he glanced over to his assistant and asked, "Where is he?"

"Allow me to lead the way, I have his live location," the assistant answered and walked ahead with her phone in hand showcasing the red dot which was supposed to be the person they were going to meet. "I will also notify him that we're approaching,"

Hearing this, the man nodded.

Since it was only a hundred meters away through small alleys, the duo went to the location by foot.

Along the way, the man asked, "Do we have information regarding what happened that night?"

"No, there is no information—regarding that incident," the assistant shook her head, this matter was what the man was concerned about—in the last couple of days. "Not even my friend in the association knew anything. Someone is covering that incident up,"

"So the only one who knew what happened is only him," the man massaged his temple.

He has been stressing for days but fortunately, he'd gain the answer today.

Soon enough, the duo reached an empty street that led to a dead end.

Standing at the end of the street there was another person, leaning against the wall with arms crossed.

"I'll go meet with him alone, tell the others to keep watch and make sure there are no civilians around," the man instructed with a commanding tone—he didn't want anything to happen tonight. "I don't like killing civilians. I don't like to bring civilians into this—things would only get more complicated if they did and they are also innocent who don't know our world,"

"We compromised and went under the association's radar, we don't want any problem," He added.

"I understand," the assistant nodded and dashed away.

Pivoting towards the person at the end of the street, the man finally approached.

Upon closer look, the person that was covered in a hoody was massive—inhumanly massive.

No normal Humans would be able to get as big as this person.

"Zibbo," the man called when he was near.

Just then, the person, Zibbo raised his head to look at the man standing in front of him.

He recognized this man, the right hand of the Lincoln Gang's leader, Rudy.

Instead of asking what he wanted to ask in his mind, Rudy turned to the side, to another person—who was standing nearby. He then turned to look at Zibbo again but this time, one of his brows was raised in question.

"He's the only one left," Zibbo answered.

Rudy frowned, he wasn't expecting Zibbo's entire crew to be wiped out like this.

And this also partially confirms what he initially thought, that a third party intervened that night.

"I'll give you guys some privacy," the person in a green hoody said as he walked away.

Once he was far enough, Rudy immediately asked, "What happened that night?"

"As I informed you back then, there was a kid from the Bloodhaven Academy who owed us money and he promised us to bring Elira Feradith. I'm sure he's made a deal with the Crimson Wolf Clan to obtain the money to pay us back but something happened and he decided to hand Elira over to us," Zibbo said, keeping his tone calm and composed.

"And then what? Where is Elira?" Rudy asked demandingly, wanting to know every detail.

"That kid delivered, he lured Elira but people from the Hybrid Association intervened," Zibbo replied.

As soon as Rudy heard this, his expression soured.

"Another rat?!" He exclaimed with rage, breathing like a bull. "Some fucking civilian saw you and reported it to the Hybrid Association?! Again?! I've been fucking kind to these damn people, avoiding unnecessarily killing them in our operations and they did this to us?!"

Upon hearing this, Zibbo frowned, 'What in the world is he talking about?'

It was true that Rudy specifically told them to not inflict casualties unless absolutely necessary.

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And that policy allowed them to go down in the Hybrid Association's hit list.

Several times already, Rudy came to the scene himself to control his men from killing civilians.

But even if there was a civilian who ratted Zibbo and his crew out, although it obviously wasn't since Lucivar was the one who intervened, the civilian must be a different person. So Zibbo didn't understand why Rudy was blaming this on the civilian.

Zibbo blamed it on Rudy losing his mind.

As his mind reached that conclusion, Zibbo's eyes caught sight of the person from earlier.

Under the hood, the person's eyes were gleaming emerald, and he was smiling sinisterly.

'It's… It's his doing? How?!' Zibbo exclaimed inside his mind.

Oblivious to this, Rudy pressed both hands against the wall, attempting to calm his nerves but he was failing spectacularly. In a trembling voice, he jerked his chin toward Zibbo, then asked again, his tone unsteady, "How many did we lose? How many died? Give me the number, how many?"

"About three or maybe four hundred?" Zibbo answered after a brief pause.

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In a burst of anger, Rudy punched the wall and cracked it.

"I've been fucking docile, soft… all I want is for them to pardon this one kidnapping—and they killed hundreds? Hundreds?!" Rudy scoffed in disbelief, laughing as the thread of his sanity was breaking. "It seems I was wrong. If we stay like this, we're only going to be bullied!"

"If we stay soft, we'll always be trampled," He added raspingly.

Upon hearing this, Zibbo tilted his head, "What are you going to do?"

"Civilians…" Rudy mumbled as he intertwined his fingers and pressed them against his lips. "Civilians aren't innocent, they are those bastards' enablers. All will run along and report us when they should've fucking mind their own business,"

He unbuttoned his suit and placed both hands on his waist, pondering.

Then, his voice turned colder than normal, "Is there a crowded place near this place?"

"Nearby? I guess that would be the night market," Zibbo answered without much thought.

His mind was currently reeling as he didn't understand what was going on.

For clarification, he was forced to come here and talk with Rudy, and now, Rudy was acting weirdly.

Nothing made sense but he at least knew who was behind all of this.

"Zibbo, lead the people I brought with me today and massacre everyone in the night market. Leave not a single soul alive," Rudy finally instructed and turned to look at Zibbo with a chillingly calm gaze. "I want them all dead. Once you're done, plant our symbol so that those fuckers know that it was us who did it,"

"We're going to make them understand that trifling with us has consequences," He added.

"A- Are you serious?" Zibbo gasped. "You don't like killing innocent people,"

"Innocent…?" Rudy repeated the word but there was a tinge of mockery in his voice, he didn't believe in the word anymore. It was only the word that people used as an excuse for their ignorance, "Innocence proves nothing. At the end of the day, they would betray me—so why should I play nice? We need to make them fear us,"

"Go and flatten the night market, send the message…" He repeated his command.

Now, he doesn't want to be questioned.

Zibbo then turned to look beyond Rudy and saw the person in a green hoody walking away.

As soon as he heard the command, the person walked away without a single word.

And on his face was an unmistakable smile, a happy smile as if he had accomplished something.