My Harem Will Help Me Get My Revenge-Chapter 79: [ - - 71] - Bloodbath [Part -II]

Chapter - 71

The warehouse was filled with screams. Blind cries. Gunmetal clattering on the concrete floor. The blinding light of Flashburst still echoed in the eyes of the men.

And Lucius didn’t wait for them to settle again. He moved again like a ghost towards the second man standing just three steps away. He was still rubbing his eyes, mumbling curses, and he didn’t even see his death approaching.

Lucius was on him in a flash. He swung the gun that was in his hand hard...

CRACK!

The gun hit him on the right side of the man’s skull. And blood sprayed in the air. Teeth flew. And the man spun in the air before crashing face first onto the ground.

And then he didn’t move again.

Two down.

And with that the Flashburst effect faded as well and the warehouse returned to normal lighting.

For Lucius, the advantage of blindness was over, but Lucius... was just getting started. He dropped the gun. It was more fun without the gun.

Now it was time for him to enjoy himself.

He stepped on the fallen corpse and pulled out the Grinning Devil’s Brass Knuckles from his inventory. They appeared in his hand with a small shimmer. They were solid brass, heavy, and carved with a grinning face across the knuckle line.

He slipped them on.

"You boys still standing?" Lucius called out in a calm, and mocking voice.

Rauf’s men, still disoriented, started to recover. Their vision was blurry. But they heard Lucius’s voice, and with their eyes still closed, turned towards the source of the voice.

Lucius turned his gaze to the next closest one. He was the heaviest among all of them, holding a steel pipe in his hands.

Lucius ran towards him, and as if sensing his approach, the man tried to swing the steel pipe, but Lucius ducked low and punched straight into the man’s gut. The enhanced strength from the Blood Instinct, blasted the breath out of the man’s lungs.

And then Lucius threw an uppercut straight to the chin... CRACK!

The man flew back, hit a pillar, and crumbled to the floor.

Lucius tilted his head and smirked, "Three down."

Rauf stood a few feet back, frozen. His legs were starting to shake. What the hell was happening?

"What are you all doing?!" Rauf shouted at his men, "Shoot him! Kill him!"

Lucius’s eyes flicked to the side, another man had raised his gun.

But he was still too slow.

Lucius lunged and drove his knuckles into the man’s chest. The impact crushed ribs, and the man coughed blood all over Lucius’s face.

Lucius snatched the gun from his hand, and shot another man who was hiding behind a crate.

BANG!

The bullet tore through the crate and struck the man’s throat. Blood gushed out like a fountain as he gurgled and fell.

"Four... And ... Five," Lucius whispered, as he turned his head toward Rauf and winked.

By now, the fat man was now clearly trembling. His breathing had gone uneven. His face was pale.

Lucius walked slowly toward him.

"Do you know what your problem is, my dear Rauf?" Lucius said, calm, playful. "You talk way too much. And your men... they die too easily."

One of the remaining men charged at Lucius from behind with a knife. Lucius turned just in time. The blade sliced across his arm, but he didn’t flinch.

He grabbed the man’s wrist, twisted it until it snapped, then shoved the broken arm back into the man’s stomach.

As the man screamed, Lucius grabbed the whip lying near Rauf’s chair, the very same one Rauf had used to lash him.

"You could have killed me when I couldn’t move on that cold pavement. But no... You had to show off."

"So now let me return the favor."

And saying so, Lucius wrapped the whip around the man’s neck and pulled it hard. But his eyes stayed glued to Rauf.

The man thrashed. Kicked. Choked, but Lucius kept pulling with his lips curled up in a smile.

And finally when the man’s body went limp, that Lucius let go.

"Six!"

By now the other two men in the room had lost hope. One of them screamed and tried to escape.

Seeing that, Lucius dashed forward. His agility boosted, he caught the man easily. With one hand, he grabbed the back of the man’s head and slammed it into the metal wall.

Thud!

Thud!!

Thud!!!

Blood painted the wall, and the man dropped dead on the floor.

"Seven!"

And now only one man remained.

This one had already fallen to his knees. He had threw away his weapon. He was begging for his life.

"P-Please... I didn’t sign up for this... Please... Let me go..."

Lucius said nothing and calmly walked up to him, and when he reached the man, he bent down, and stared right in his eyes.

"Sorry... Wrong job," he said softly.

And then he punched him clean through the man’s mouth. Blood sprayed upward and with his eyes rolled behind his head, he fell down on the ground. He did not move anymore.

"Eight!"

And with that, finally silence returned to the warehouse.

Lucius stood in the middle of the blood-soaked floor, bodies scattered all around him.

Blood was dripping from his fists, from his face, and from the dozens of cuts throughout his body.

He turned his eyes toward Rauf.

The fat man was now literally against the wall, his back pressed tight, eyes wide, hands trembling.

"Y-You... What are you...?" Rauf asked, stammering.

Lucius tilted his head, and took a slow step forward towards his favourite meatball, and then another.

"You wanted to break me, fatass?" He said, "But look at the situation now."

"Now it is my turn to let you experience all that you couldn’t till now."

"I am going to break you. And when I am done... you will be the one begging me to end it."

Rauf’s legs finally gave out.

He slumped down, Terrified and Quivering.

Lucius’s eyes glinted with amusement, "Round two begins now."

[Master, don’t you think this is getting a bit too much, a little out of control]

Lucius didn’t reply right away. He walked past a corpse, nudging it with his foot, watching it roll over lifeless.

[It’s like almost every day, we are killing people. One fight after another.]

[Once we kill off this meatball, your kill count today will be in the double digits again]

Lucius finally responded, smirking, "Who said I am going to kill the meatball?"

There was a pause.

[Then what are you planning to do with him, master?]

Lucius turned his head toward Rauf, who was still slumped against the wall, legs trembling.

"Didn’t you say his father is filthy rich?" Lucius said in his mind. "Why kill a meatball... when I can turn him into a cash cow?"

[You know, that’s actually smart. Very smart. I am impressed]

Lucius grinned wider, then cracked his neck side to side, walking slowly toward Rauf.

The fat man looked up at him, his face pale and sweat pouring down his cheeks.

Everything had changed.

Just minutes ago, Rauf had been laughing, confident, and cruel. Surrounded by his armed men, standing tall like a predator.

But now? Now he looked like prey. Trapped. Confused. Scared beyond reason.

The floor around him was soaked in the blood of his own men, and their broken bodies lay scattered like trash.

And standing between them was Lucius, bloody, smiling and cheerful.

Rauf’s lips trembled as he tried to speak, but Lucius did not interrupt him. He wanted to hear him.

Finally, Rauf swallowed hard and tried to speak with authority again, trying to act strong, even as his hands trembled on the floor.

"Listen... man... This... this doesn’t have to go any further."

Lucius raised an eyebrow, "Oh?"

"I... I am giving you a chance. A clean exit," Rauf continued, forcing his voice to stay firm, "Walk away now. And I won’t pursue you. There won’t be any bad blood between the two of us."

"I will even let go of that bitch," Rauf was even willing to offer Elena.

Hearing him, Lucius tilted his head and looked at Rauf with a straight face for a good couple of seconds. But then he laughed.

A loud cold laugh that echoed off the walls.

"You are funny, meatball," Lucius said, shaking his head. "You really are."

He took another step closer. Rauf shrank further against the wall.

"You think I would believe you?" Lucius said, voice low and playful, "You tied me up. Whipped me bloody, and laughed while I bled."

"But now that your dogs are dead, you want to act like a gentleman? Extending the olive branch."

"You must really think that lowly of me to think I will fall for that," Lucius shook his head, feeling disappointed.

Rauf tried to protest, but Lucius cut him off.

"No, no, no," he said, smirking. "I am not walking away. You don’t get to beg for peace now. You know why?"

Lucius crouched down slowly, right in front of Rauf.

He then looked him in the eyes. Dead cold.

"Because I am going to hurt you now. And not just a little. I am going to hurt you bad. In ways you have never even imagined."

Rauf’s lips quivered. His jaw opened but no words came out.

Lucius stood back up, stepped away a bit, and looked down at the blood-covered whip lying near one of the bodies.

He walked over, picked it up.

Studied it.

Then he hurled it onto the floor in front of Rauf.

CRACK!

The sound echoed in the empty warehouse like a gunshot.

Rauf flinched violently.

Lucius tilted his head.

And smirked.

"Nice whip," he said, voice casual, "Solid snap. Let’s see how it feels on the other end."

Lucius wrapped the whip once around his palm, pulling it tight. He rolled his shoulders, flexed his bloodied arms.

Rauf’s eyes stretched wide. His lips parted in a shaky breath.

And just as Lucius raised his hand, ready to send the whip cracking across Rauf’s face, but before he could even land the whip on Rauf’s face, the meatball dropped.

Rauf went down on his knees, threw his hands forward, palms pressed to the ground. His face touched the blood-smeared floor.

And then he cried. And it wasn’t even a sob. Rauf was loud, snot-filled, ugly crying. The kind that made your skin crawl.

"P-Please don’t kill me! I... I am sorry! I didn’t mean it!"

"I just wanted to impress Elena."

"Please don’t hit me, Please!"

Rauf sobbed like a broken child, voice high and trembling, "I will do anything! Anything! You want money? I will give you everything I have! Just don’t hurt me! I am begging you!"

Lucius froze, whip still raised high above his head. He took a slow step back.

He looked down at Rauf... this fat, rich, powerful man just moments ago barking orders... now face-first in his own fear, blubbering like a kicked puppy.

’What the hell am I looking at?’ Lucius blinked.

It was... absolutely pathetic and disgusting.

Even the System didn’t speak. Not a single word. Probably too stunned to comment.

Lucius slowly lowered the whip, his expression somewhere between amused and confused.

He took another step back, still staring at the crying mess on the floor.

"You have gotta be kidding me..."

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