NovelEnglishChapter 388 The Obedient Subordinate Blake stood crouched on top of the cell and looked at the bald man through those steel bars.
He seems to be in his forties. Also, he doesn’t really look that different from the other middle-aged men. Is he seriously that great of a practitioner? “Was the ghost bride inside the haunted house your idea?” Blake asked.
The bald man paused briefly. Then, he raised his head to look at Blake. “You and that little girl belong to the same group?!” Suddenly, the sound of a gunshot rang out through the dungeons. A bullet traveled past the bald man’s check in a flash and almost grazed the man’s skin.
Blake turned his eyes to the subordinate standing beside him and looked at him in confusion.
The subordinate reported with a stern expression on his face, “Mr. MacNeil, that man moved just now!” The bald man retorted angrily, “I'm simply trying to answer his question!” The subordinate replied monotonously, “That's none of my concern. I'm just trying to carry out my boss's orders.” Anyhow, why would you need to make such a big movement when you just had to stay still and answer the question? Blake gave the subordinate a thumbs-up. “Good job.” The bald man dared not make any sudden movements at that point. He remained perfectly still.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“I was the one who left the ghost bride at the haunted house...” Blake narrowed his eyes.
So, it really was his doing.
Lilly has the ghost bride in her jar of souls right now. However, seeing that this guy was bold enough to try to attack me earlier, it might be a bad idea to leave that ghost with Lilly...
Blake’s expression hardened. “The ghost bride appears to have been around for hundreds of years. How did you manage to control her?” At that point, the bald man was drenched in a cold sweat as he felt extremely threatened by all the guns pointed at him.
He blinked a few times and said, “I found her by chance when | was out for a mission.” “That ghost bride was trapped in an old, deserted temple... It didn’t take me too much time to get her to obey me.” Blake furrowed his brows.
Just then, there was a loud sound of a second gunshot.
The subordinate reported, “Mr. MacNeil, that man moved! He moved his neck and blinked a few times!” 12 Blake stared at his subordinate with a blank expression.
This guy is quite an airhead.....
The bald man was trembling a little.
| just lowered my head a little since my muscles were starting to feel sore. Did he have to fire another shot for that?! The bald man remained motionless as he called out pleadingly, “Mister, do you mind telling your subordinate to allow for just a bit of movement...” Blake answered expressionlessly, “Well, that depends on how you answer my following questions. Today, my daughter and her uncle visited the haunted house “Not only did you try to scare my daughter, but you also stuck a paper figure onto the back of her uncle’s neck. Do you admit to doing those things?” The bald man’s eyes bulged in horror.
How did they find out about that?! How is that possible?! I've used the blood from my heart to make that paper figure! For more than twenty years, I've only managed to make two of those...
How did they notice...
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe bald man responded in a slightly nervous voice, “Yes, | did that...” Blake interrupted him, “You left the ghost bride at the haunted house and stuck a paper figure onto my family member's body.
What is it that you're trying to achieve?” The bald man kept his mouth shut upon hearing that question.
I knew he'd be asking about that ultimately. | was planning to use the answer as leverage against this man.
Also, | still have the ghost bride which is part of my backup plan. I've spent a lot of effort trying to make it succumb to me. She won't ever betray me under any circumstances! If he wants to get that information from me, I'll have him....
Blake ordered at that instant, “Guys, give our guest here a warm and welcoming treatment!” As Blake turned around and headed out of the dungeons, the airhead subordinate ained his gun at the bald man’s shoulder and fired a shot.
Despite the burning pain, the bald man held himself still for fear of receiving another shot.
It was already midnight. While Lilly was in a deep sleep, the jar of souls tied to her wrist appeared to glow faintly in the dark.
Inside the jar, the ghost bride slammed her cards onto the table excitedly, “Ha! | won!” The lady seemed to have completely forgotten about her bald master at the moment...
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