Chapter 62: The Death of the Lustful Wolfdog!

At the same time that Cyclops' lair was engulfed in flames, Pix's henchman, a man known as Wolfdog, was preying on a group of female students. Wolfdog was a natural-born predator, specifically targeting young female students. Today, he had set his sights on a group of female college students. In Wolfdog's twisted mind, if these girls were willing to talk to him, it meant they were also willing to sleep with him. Using the pretense of a photoshoot, he had lured three female college students to his place. “Excuse me, didn’t you say we were going to shoot something? What exactly are we going to film?” one of the naive college students asked Wolfdog. Wolfdog let out a cold laugh. “Shoot? First, you need to take off your clothes, and then we’ll talk about shooting!” The female student was stunned. “Who are you really? What are you planning to do?” “We’ll call the police if you don’t stop!” “We’re calling the police now!” Wolfdog, indifferent to their threats, pounced on one of the students like a rabid dog. “Ah! No! What are you doing?!” Wolfdog’s hands groped the girl's chest. “What do you think I’m doing? You took the money, you should know what I want!” The female student protested, “We came here for photos! This is illegal!” Wolfdog sneered, “Illegal? Go ahead, call the cops! Do you think I care? I’m one of Pix’s men. Do you think the police will help you against me?” Hearing this, the girls were in despair. “We... we’re really going to call the police…” “Go ahead and call! Haha! See if they’ll come to help you! I’ve told you, nothing you do here matters. No one will help you!” As Wolfdog undid his belt and was about to assault the next girl, a figure darted into the room like lightning. Clad in black with a piercing gaze and holding a gleaming short sword, the newcomer shouted, “In broad daylight, you dare to commit such vile acts! You think you can rule this place? Florida must be desperate!” The black-clad man’s voice was filled with rage. Wolfdog, initially startled, quickly regained his composure and smirked disdainfully. “Who the hell are you to interrupt my fun? I’m in a good mood, so get lost if you don’t want to die!” The black-clad man snorted. “I’m here to kill you. No matter what you do, I will kill you today!” Hearing this, Wolfdog prepared to attack. “Then die!” Wolfdog lunged at the black-clad man, but the latter skillfully dodged and counterattacked with precise, lethal strikes. Within a few exchanges, Wolfdog was overwhelmed. Realizing his opponent was no ordinary fighter, he asked, “Who are you? Do you know who my brother is? Pix, the most powerful man in Florida! Mess with me, and you mess with him!” The black-clad man laughed coldly. “I am a messenger of justice, here to punish scum like you!” He launched a relentless assault. Unable to defend himself, Wolfdog tried to flee, but the black-clad man pursued him. “Die!” he shouted, slashing Wolfdog's throat with precision. Wolfdog’s eyes widened in disbelief as he collapsed in a pool of blood. The black-clad man turned to the terrified female students, reassuring them, “Are you all okay?” One of the students, still in shock, pointed behind the black-clad man. “Be careful, there’s someone behind you!” Before they could say more, the black-clad man clapped his hands, and several masked figures, all wearing Reaper masks, entered the room. Within minutes, they had killed all of Wolfdog’s accomplices. Once the place was cleared, Belial approached the students. “Are you all alright? We’ve taken care of everything. Did that man hurt any of you?” The students, trembling, nodded gratefully. “Thank you! We don’t know who you are, but without you, we would have been doomed!” “Who are you? How are you so skilled? Can we at least know your name to thank you properly?” Belial, coughing, nodded. He didn’t want to refuse these crying girls. “I’m Belial. But you don’t need to remember my name. Just know that I’m one of the Reaper’s men.” He continued, “You were lucky we were here today. In the future, if you face danger, learn to protect yourselves.” Belial spoke firmly before disappearing like a phantom, leaving the girls in awe. Outside, Abaddon rolled his eyes. “I’m Belial,” he mimicked mockingly. Belial’s face turned red with embarrassment. “You!” “Seeing some girls and forgetting who you are? Why didn’t I record that?” Abaddon teased.