Chapter 178 A Bet With Blood on the Line
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“Alright! I swear, he’s definitely not a space–based ability user! If he is, then may every single person on my squad die a horrible death!”
“Stop. No need to drag everyone down,” Theresa said with a gracious smile. “Just you will do.”
Wolfe’s swollen, battered face twisted the moment he heard that. The confidence he had just now vanished, and he didn’t dare speak.
“What, can’t swear anymore?” Theresa tilted her head slightly. “If you can’t, just admit it. If youe clean now, I’m sure Mr. Keaton won’t take your life. At most, you’ll just lose half your supplies. Sound fair?”
Wolfe bit the bullet. “Fine! I swear! If he turns out to be a space–based ability user, I’ll die!”
It’s not like Theresa can <i>prove </i><i>anything </i><i>anyway</i><i>. </i><i>So </i><i>what </i><i>if </i><i>I </i><i>swear</i><i>? </i><i>She </i><i>won’t </i><i>be </i><i>able </i><i>to </i><i>prove </i><i>a </i><i>d</i><i>*</i><i>mn </i>thing, <i>surely</i>.
Shing!
A cold sh of steel cut through the air. The katana on Theresa’s back slid free in one smooth motion and came to rest directly against Flynt’s neck.
The moment that icy glint of the de caught the light, Flynt’s expression changed instantly. “What are you doing?!”
“If he really is a space–based ability user, his supplies will spill out once he’s dead. Easy enough to test.”
“You can’t do this!” Flynt backed away in a panic. “This is murder!”
“Theresa Hall!” Wolfe shouted. “You can’t just kill someone to prove a point! Who gave you that right—just your word alone?!”
Theresa’s eyes sharpened, her grin turning wicked. “If he’s not a space–based ability user, then I’ll die. I’m betting my life against yours.”
She was going all in, showing her cards. But of course, she knew everything about every single one of them.
As the katana began to rise again, Flynt–weak and utterly gutless–copsed to his knees with a loud thud. “I’m a space–based ability user! Don’t kill me! I’ll bring everything out right now!”
With a loud whoosh, Flynt dumped all the supplies he’d been hiding in his domain onto the ground.
Wolfe’s temples throbbed as he watched it all spill out. <i>Goddammit</i><i>!</i><i>Really</i><i>?! </i><i>You’re </i><i>gonna </i><i>p </i><i>me </i><i>in </i><i>the </i><i>face </i><i>this </i>fast?!
He had just finished swearing, and now his own guy had turned around and proved him wrong. And the worst part was–he’d sworn on his own life.
With a heavy <i>thud</i>, Wolfe, too, dropped to his knees and looked up at Lucas. “Mr. Keaton, I swear I had no idea! I didn’t know he was a space–based ability user!”
The others stared in silence. <i>Seriously</i>? <i>That’s </i><i>the </i><i>best </i><i>excuse </i><i>you </i><i>could </i><ie </i><i>up </i><i>with</i><i>?! </i>
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Chapter 178 A Bet With Blood on the Line
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“You lying b’stard!” Wolle lunged at Flynt. “You tricked me! You hid your ability and made me swear that crap–1 should kill you for this!”
Just as Wolfe raised a hand to beat him, Lucas‘ cold voice rang out. “He’s admitted it. The supplies are out. Your team will forfeit half your haul this trip. We’ll leave it at that. Agreed?”
“You’re letting them off that easy?” Theresa quirked a brow. She wasn’t exactly the forgiving type.
Lucas nced at the troublemaker beside him with a sigh. “Half of their supplies go to you. Happy now<i>?</i>”
“Alright, then,” Theresa answered, like she was doing him a favor. “But that guy’s a space–based ability user. No way we can trust him to carry supplies again. He might steal more.”
Lucas nodded. “Agreed. From now on, your teammate’s on guard duty. If you see any zombies, kill them. No more supply runs.”
Flynt’s face turned pale. <i>What</i>?! <i>They’re </i><i>NOT </i>making me <i>kill </i><i>zombies</i>! He always stayed in the center of the formation–everyone else protected him.
But Wolfe, desperate to protect his own neck, snapped, “What are you waiting for? Go!”
Flynt had no choice but to drag himself to the stairwell and take up a guard position. <i>So </i><i>much </i><i>for </i><i>being </i>a <i>space</i><i>–</i><i>based </i><i>ability </i><i>user</i><i>! </i><i>I </i><i>should </i><i>be </i><i>a </i><i>treasure </i><i>in </i><i>any </i><i>squad</i>, <i>yet </i>now, I’m <i>f</i><i>*</i><i>cking </i><i>stuck </i><i>guarding </i><i>the </i><i>stairs </i><i>from </i>zombies<i>! </i>
Once Wolfe’s group was dealt with, Theresa went right back to gathering supplies.
Now that they’d lost their space–based ability user, Wolfe’s squad posed no threat. No one would dare try to steal anything again.
Even better, Wolfe’s entire team was so terrified of Theresa that the moment she walked into a room, they scrambled to leave. The farther away from the demon queen they were, the better.
Which worked out perfectly for Theresa–she took whatever she wanted with barely any resistance. Nine times out of ten, she got her pick, stuffing high–quality clothing into her domain while leaving behind whatever scraps she couldn’t be bothered with. True to Lucas‘ earlier words, she really did leave him the leftovers.
They kept hauling for three or four hours straight. Midway through, they paused for half an hour to eat, then got right back to work. By the time the sun dipped intote afternoon, they had finally cleared out the entire five–story megamart.
Theresa’s biggest haul came from the high–end women’s clothing on the top floors. And when they returned, Lucas still owed her another share of the goods. Not to mention, she’d also receive half the spoils from Haven Camp.
This time, she barely needed to lift a finger to receive an overflowing reward.
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