"Hey! Where are you going?!"
The tall, savage symbiote shell began writhing and surging, like receding tide, rapidly shrinking back into John's body.
Like a lofty queen furiously kicking John in anger.
The sudden emptiness made John stagger involuntarily. His confused, thin figure was completely exposed in the rain curtain, cold water dripping from his hair.
"Uh... are you angry?"
John muttered uncertainly.
However, Agony didn't answer. Deep purple tentacles shot out from behind him, tightly wrapping around trees lining the road.
Before John could react, wild lightning flickered and traveled along the tentacles, illuminating the rainy night like daylight.
The next second, the symbiote-version electromagnetic catapult suddenly activated.
The world seemed to hit fast-forward.
His rakish expression instantly froze. As violent weightlessness hit, his twisted, terrified face showed complete helplessness.
"No no no no..."
John was violently launched into the night sky.
A piercing scream rang out, cutting through the pitch-black rain curtain, echoing long in the sky.
"AHHHHH!!!"
"FUCK! Tiger!"
"FUCK! Agony!"
His completely out-of-control body tumbled and struggled in midair, tracing a long arc, then desperately plummeting down.
John's eyes widened to their limit. He could only watch helplessly as the villa's roof got closer and closer, yet was powerless to stop it...
The crash exploded. John's uncontrolled body smashed through the villa's roof like a meteorite.
Rubble and tiles collapsed and shattered. Rain and mud splattered everywhere. Terrified screams pierced the night.
Facing this sudden scene, young ladies and noblewomen in various dresses crowded tightly around, their eyes full of panic and confusion.
The music stopped abruptly.
Tension and unease quietly spread.
Accompanied by the grating sound of grinding rubble, John struggled to stand, as if every inch of muscle in his body was crying out.
"Oh... damn..."
Just then, dense, urgent footsteps came from the stairwell, breaking the surrounding silence.
Prosecutor William led his subordinates, holding various firearms, pushing through the crowd.
When they saw the scene before them, they all instinctively widened their eyes, a trace of surprise flashing in their grave expressions.
How did this guy fly in?
"Go search!"
"Watch the roof!"
Realizing the Shelby Family might have infiltrated the villa, Prosecutor William quickly directed his men to disperse and begin comprehensive searches.
Many looked toward the roof. The huge hole was clearly visible, rain mixed with mud and rubble pouring down through the opening, bringing a sense of desolation and ruin...
Facing the dark gun barrels, John showed no panic.
After brushing off some dirt, he performed an elegant hat-tipping bow toward the surrounding young ladies and noblewomen.
"Good evening, ladies."
"Sorry to disturb you."
"I had a small... accident..."
His well-tailored black suit completely outlined his upright waistline.
His slightly messy collar hung casually open, revealing a delicate collarbone, adding a touch of rebelliousness and sensuality.
His bangs fell lightly across his forehead, as if he'd just emerged from a wild celebration...
"Hello, may I ask..."
"Jenny!"
A girl involuntarily waved at John, her shy eyes showing a trace of admiration.
However, this lapse didn't last long.
A more sober companion beside her heavily slapped the girl's arm, reminding her to mind the occasion and propriety.
John couldn't help laughing softly.
His deep, captivating eyes flickered with light, containing both gangster ruthlessness and playboy rakishness.
"Oh..."
"My God..."
Enchanted voices rose one after another.
The search quickly concluded.
The slippery roof was empty.
Those who came to the villa for the evening party were mostly young ladies and merchants hoping to curry favor with London nobility. No trace of Shelby Family members was found.
However, Prosecutor William didn't easily believe this result. He immediately brought John to the first floor.
To prevent the Shelby Family from fishing in troubled waters, the guests attending the party upstairs were also driven out of the villa.
Everyone stared coldly at John.
The Surrey gang's reputation had these London outsiders' nerves stretched to the limit.
"Whoa..."
Seeing the first-floor foyer arranged like a trench with sandbag barriers, John's eyes widened in surprise.
Not only were there ordinary firearms—he even saw heavy machine guns and rocket launchers.
"Jesus... you guys..."
John laughed inexplicably.
He didn't know whether to praise these guys' caution or call them cowards.
"John Shelby!"
"Looks like you haven't grasped the situation."
As if enraged by John's contemptuous smile, Prosecutor William gritted his teeth and chambered a round, the dark gun barrel unhesitatingly pointing at John's forehead.
"Tell me, where are your people!"
"Whoa whoa whoa, calm down!"
John raised his hands in surrender.
However, the smile on his face didn't diminish at all. Facing a young lady casting him worried glances before leaving, his deep, captivating eyes blinked slyly.
But before Prosecutor William could show anger, a strong sense of humiliation surged into John's heart first. Agony demanded through gritted teeth:
[Idiot, what are you doing!]
"Don't you see I'm being held at gunpoint?"
John explained without reservation, completely ignoring the confused, suspicious looks around him.
[Put your hands down!]
[This is too embarrassing!]
Unable to accept such humiliating behavior, Agony forcibly controlled John's body, heavily lowering his arms.
"Damn bastard."
"Who are you talking to!"
Prosecutor William looked around, seeing no one, thinking he was being mocked. He immediately put his finger on the trigger, his bloodshot eyes overflowing with hatred.
He was English nobility, but a country bumpkin from the gutter had slept with his fiancée.
Nothing was more shameful than this!
If not for concerns that the Shelby Family was hiding other unknown conspiracies and plans, he would've shot this bastard the moment he saw John!
"No, this isn't embarrassing!"
"When held at gunpoint, this is what we should do."
As if to retaliate for Agony earlier shooting him into the air like a cannonball, John seized control of his body again.
Amid Agony's furious cursing, he slowly raised his hands, adopting a solemn posture while trying to calm the agitated Prosecutor William.
"Hey, William."
"Listen, this is just a misunderstanding."
"We're both men. Heartbroken men. Facing women, we should stand united."
"Honestly, I didn't deliberately seduce your fiancée. Actually, I was the one being seduced..."
Halfway through, John burst out laughing, his raised arms dropping.
He waved his hand, laughing almost uncontrollably.
"Sorry, brother."
"I didn't mean to."
"It's just that even now... even now I still can't remember who your fiancée is."
"Hahahaha, really sorry."
Prosecutor William's eyes instantly turned red. His teeth ground audibly. His chest heaved violently. The dark gun barrel trembled with the rage surging in his heart.
"You son of a bitch!"
"Die, you bastard dog!"
Just as he was about to shoot regardless of consequences, his subordinates quickly stopped him...
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