My Harem Will Help Me Get My Revenge-Chapter 67: [ - - 59] - Predator is dealt with

Chapter - 59

"Looking for me, Daddy?" Lucius crept from behind, startling the old man.

But the Predator managed not to show it on his face.

He stood perfectly still despite the thick scent of blood hanging in the air. His other hand slowly slipped through his robe as he reached out for the axe slung across his waist.

He then cautiously turned his head, to look behind him and his eyes met Lusius’s.

Lucius stood barely a foot behind him. His white shirt was totally red with blood, not his own blood, but the blood of the twenty or so men he had butchered just now.

His hair was tousled, eyes glowing faintly under the flickering emergency lights. There was no fear on his face.

Just that damn smile.

And seeing that, a chill ran down the Predator’s spine. And it was not just from fear. But something deeper. Something more... primitive. He was no longer the top dog here. Someone else has taken his place.

"You are fast," the Predator finally managed to speak, his voice hoarse, "Too fast."

Lucius tilted his head, "Stop licking my white ass now. Nothing can save you from the same fate."

The Predator’s mouth twitched, almost a grin. But he didn’t show teeth.

Behind them, the bodies were still twitching. Some were not quite dead yet. Blood had formed a pool on the station floor.

One of the dying men coughed wetly, trying to crawl toward a dropped gun. Lucius didn’t even look. He just flicked one of the many knives he had stolen off a corpse and, without turning, flung it backward.

The blade buried itself cleanly into the back of the man’s skull and the crawling stopped.

"I hope he finds his place with the almighty," Lucius said, shaking his head, "What a great man."

"You didn’t have to kill them all," the Predator muttered. There was no anger, no regret on his face for losing his men.

"They weren’t very polite," Lucius said, brushing blood off his sleeve, "Also, I was in the mood for cardio."

The Predator’s fingers flexed, "You are not normal."

Lucius stepped closer, whispering, "Neither are you. But let’s not lie to ourselves—between the two of us, you are the boring one."

The two stood toe to toe, silence falling between them like a noose tightening.

"I gave you a chance, Lucius," the Predator said, "I offered you everything. Power. Money. Women. Sex. Everything."

"Yeah," Lucius said, scratching his neck, "But then you asked me to shoot a hot cop in the face. It was a bit of a mood killer."

The Predator’s eyes narrowed behind his mask.

Lucius smiled wider, "Also... I don’t do well with orders. Daddy. I want to be free."

Something inside the Predator snapped. He lunged forward with the axe, swinging it downward like he was trying to cleave Lucius in half. The sound it made as it sliced through the air was sharp, desperate.

But Lucius was already gone. He disappeared with a blur like before.

But a second later he appeared behind the Predator again, crouching low, whispering up with a grin.

"Swing and a miss."

The Predator snarled and spun around, firing his handgun. The bullet grazed Lucius’s arm but Lucius didn’t even wince.

Instead, he grinned wider, "You should have stayed in that taxi, old man. At least you would have stayed alive."

The air in the ruined station pulsed with tension. Blood still dripped from the ceiling. Smoke hung like a ghost.

And in the middle of it all stood the old man with his eyes scanning like a wild beast cornered by something far more dangerous than prey.

Lucius grinned, twirling a bloodstained dagger between his fingers. He was still hiding in the darkness, his body flickering at the edges of vision, like he didn’t fully belong to this world.

"You are not used to being prey, huh?" Lucius’s voice echoed like a whisper inside a grave, "You are shaking, old man. And I doubt it is excitement."

"Show yourself boy. I will gut you," the Predator growled, "I will rip that tongue out and wear your skin."

He swung the axe wildly, cutting through the air... Whoosh... But Lucius, he was nowhere.

[Whisper Veil - Time Remaining: 20 seconds]

From the corner of the room, Elena watched wide-eyed. She hadn’t moved from her spot. Her gun trembled in her grip as her mind tried to process what was happening.

Lucius who was an irritating, lazy bastard earlier had single-handedly saved them and even managed to kill all the masked men. And now he was toying with the predator.

She gasped as Lucius appeared mid-air, right above the Predator, crouched on a piece of debris like a gargoyle.

"Peekaboo," he whispered and vanished again before the axe sliced through the broken wall.

The Predator spun around wildly, snarling like an animal, "STOP HIDING BASTARD!"

Lucius’s voice rang from the shadows, "Why? Are you scared of the dark, Grandpa?"

[Whisper Veil - Time Remaining: 10 seconds]

The Predator roared in frustration, swinging his weapon again, this time in a wide arc. Nothing. Just air.

Lucius appeared right in front of him just a foot away and blew him a kiss, "You can do it, Daddy."

[Whisper Veil - Time Remaining: 9 seconds]

The Predator lunged.

[8 seconds]

Lucius vanished again. Behind him now.

"So slow... You should really do something about those knees," Lucius teased, "they are practically begging for surgery."

[7 seconds]

The Predator spun, firing two wild shots. Missed.

[6 seconds]

Elena’s lips parted in disbelief, "What the hell is he...?"

[5 seconds]

Lucius danced from beam to beam, faster than human, "You were scarier when you were pretending to be a cab driver."

[4 seconds]

The Predator backed up, heart pounding. Sweat poured down his back. He gritted his teeth and screamed into the silence.

"SHOW YOURSELF!"

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Lucius whispered from just inches behind him, his breath cold on the Predator’s neck, "Say please."

[2 seconds]

The Predator swung the axe with all his might behind him.

Missed.

[1 second]

Lucius’s voice echoed.

"Time’s up."

[Whisper Veil - Deactivated]

[You are now visible, Master. Make it count...]

And Lucius appeared right behind the Predator with his eyes shining with mischievousness.

And before the Predator could turn

SWIPE!

Two blades, curved and gleaming, sliced through the back of the Predator’s knees.

The crunch of tendon and bone echoed through the silent station.

THWUMP!

The Predator let out a guttural roar and collapsed onto both knees, his legs no longer responding. His hands reached out instinctively, dragging his weight forward as his axe clattered to the floor.

Lucius stepped out in front of him now, slowly, like a showman walking to center stage. He looked down at the fallen monster.

"You spent your life kneeling on little boys," Lucius said coldly, "How does it feel to finally kneel for a man?"

Elena stood frozen, mouth agape, gun lowering slowly. The remaining officers watched in awe and disbelief.

And Lucius? He just smiled.

The room was deathly silent except for the Predator’s labored breathing. Blood seeped from the stumps behind his knees, pooling beneath him. His eyes were hazy, burning with pain, fury, and disbelief.

Lucius stood over him, one boot planted against the Predator’s back to keep him in place. The blade in his hand gleamed red, trembling with anticipation like a wolf licking its lips before the kill.

Lucius leaned in close, face right beside the old man’s ear.

"Any last words?" he whispered, his voice almost affectionate, "No? Then let me tell you mine."

He pressed the blade slowly, teasingly against the Predator’s neck, just enough to draw a thin red line. The Predator’s throat pulsed beneath the cold metal.

Lucius grinned, wide and crooked, "You know, for a guy who wanted to play God... I want you to beg like a bitch."

The Predator’s lips parted. But before he could speak, Lucius pressed the knife deeper.

"STOP!"

The voice rang sharp through the blood-soaked air.

Lucius paused, frowning.

It was the Blonde Elena.

She was still tied up, but her voice was firm even through the fear in her eyes, "Don’t kill him," she shouted, "He’s unarmed. You have already won. Don’t take justice in your own hands!"

Lucius blinked slowly, looked at her and smiled, "So you are that type," He whispered.

"Oh Elena..." he purred, "You really know how to talk dirty."

She narrowed her eyes, "I am serious."

Lucius tilted his head, "I know. And you are lucky, I usually listen to beautiful ladies."

He stood upright, looked down at the Predator, and sighed.

"Thank her? She saved you, old man."

WHAM!

Lucius drove his boot hard into the Predator’s head. The skull bounced off the concrete floor with a sickening crack. The old man’s body twitched once, then fell unconscious.

Lucius wiped the blood off his blade with the Predator’s collar.

He turned to Elena, who was staring at him with disbelief and confusion.

He walked over to her slowly, crouched in front of her like a charming devil.

"I didn’t kill him," he said casually, "But I did kill his army of dickheads."

He gave her a look.

"So let’s call it self-defence, shall we? Unless of course... you would like me to call in the one backing me from the shadows. And trust me... He doesn’t believe in tying people up gently."

Elena’s eyes widened, "You are bluffing."

"Am I?" Lucius chuckled, "Why don’t you find out?"

He stood, dusted off his jacket, and gave her a lazy salute, "Catch you later, Detective Darling."

He turned to leave.

"Wait!" Elena shouted, "Untie me!"

Lucius paused at the doorway.

Then, without turning around, he said, "I don’t untie women. I leave them wanting more."

And with that, he stepped through the smoky corridor, his silhouette swallowed by the ruins and fire.

"Lucius... Get back here, dammit," Behind him, Elena cursed as she struggled against the ropes.

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