Screams, shouts, wails…
Fear, despair, madness…
These things, transformed into wisps and strands of black smoke, flowed into the nostrils of a woman within the luxurious residential area, causing her to tremble with pleasure.
Her wheat-colored skin peeked through the cut-outs of her black leather outfit, but the two bound individuals had no inclination to admire her beauty; only fear occupied their hearts.
A man with a beard, slightly balding, was tied to a chandelier. Several vipers formed from the black smoke climbed all over him, occasionally crawling into his ear and then emerging from his nostrils.
To these snakes, capable of dissipating and reforming at will, the man’s body was filled with conduits for them to traverse.
Bound to the bamboo in the room was a woman in pajamas. This was the Kelly whom Camila had mentioned earlier. She had been Camila’s best friend and had come to Baida to develop her career. Now, Kelly enjoyed a better life, while Camila still lived in the slums.
Perhaps hatred made one ugly, for Camila did not look as beautiful as Kelly, even though Kelly wore no makeup and was only in her pajamas.
“Camila, please let us go. We’re best friends, aren't we?”
Camila’s smile contorted. “Best friends… Heh!”
“Your best friend lives in the slums and can’t even land a decent role, while you live in this splendor and are the lead actress in several plays!”
“You tell me we’re best friends? If it weren’t for you, would I have fallen to this state?”
Kelly couldn’t help but retort, “What does this have to do with me? It’s all you…”
Before she could finish, Camila slapped her across the face. Her left cheek swelled, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.
“Kelly, don’t talk to her. This woman is a lunatic whose brain has been poisoned by jealousy. She only sees her own failures and attributes all the blame to others, never considering her own shortcomings.”
The man on the chandelier was Kelly’s boyfriend. He had always looked down on Camila, and even now, bound by Camila, he refused to yield.
He understood this woman’s true nature; begging her or reasoning with her was useless.
Even if he were to die here, he wanted to maintain his last shred of dignity. At least he didn’t want to show any submission to this woman who made him feel disgusted.
Camila’s face twisted. She suddenly clawed upwards, and the snakes and insects formed from the black smoke began to devour and tear at the man’s flesh.
The man let out a painful howl. Blood dripped from above, landing on Kelly’s face, causing her to let out a piercing scream. Her spirit was immensely shaken, feeling as though her entire world was collapsing.
Camila, amidst this tragedy, let out a hearty laugh. She had finally exacted her revenge and made those who had offended her pay the price they deserved.
The black smoke coalesced into a large mouth and lunged towards Kelly, but the mouth dissipated in mid-air.
Camila had dispelled it herself. Although she harbored deep hatred for Kelly, she did not wish to kill her.
A skull appeared by her ear, whispering incessantly. Her mind was filled with memories of all the wrongdoings Kelly had committed against her. She recalled that after falling out with Kelly, it had become increasingly difficult for her to find work…
A sharp glint flashed in her eyes. She didn’t need to kill Kelly, but she wanted Kelly to suffer the deepest pain. She wanted this woman to regret everything she had done to her!
Bang!
A gunshot rang out. A small hole appeared on Camila’s forehead, and her back of the head blew clean off.
Harmon walked in from the door, a gold-inlaid pistol in his hand, his eyes burning with a flame as he looked at Camila.
He knew it was this woman who had killed the staff members in the residential area.
She deserved to die!
“You… You are Prince Harmon?”
Camila’s exposed back of the head healed within seconds. A blush crept onto her face as she looked at Harmon.
The East Oil Region no longer had a king, but the common people still referred to the direct heirs of the once-royal families as princes.
Harmon was the most popular prince, not only due to his astonishing wealth but also because of his exceptionally handsome face.
Every night, Camila would fall asleep thinking of Harmon. So, upon seeing him, she became flustered, her slender legs rubbing against each other involuntarily, her fingers in her mouth, gently biting her nails.
“Your Highness, are you here to marry me?”
She slowly approached Harmon, her expression one of dazed infatuation.
Harmon remained unmoved. He fired three more shots. After the third shot, Camila was sent flying, crashing against the wall, with three basketball-sized wounds on her body.
His gold-inlaid pistol was also a supernatural artifact. Its power varied with Harmon’s mood, and its rank was far higher than Wenwen’s former Blazing Tiger Pack.
Camila recovered again, her expression becoming extremely distorted.
“Why did you shoot me, my Prince Harmon? Don’t you love me anymore?”
Harmon frowned. This woman’s strength didn’t seem very high, but what was with this abnormal recovery ability?
Moreover, whether it was an illusion or not, in the short time he had been present, this woman’s strength seemed to have increased considerably.
As for Camila’s deranged, infatuated behavior, Harmon was not surprised. As the “husband” of women throughout the East Oil Region, he had encountered many who had lost their reason because of him.
There was once a buck-toothed girl in high school who forced her parents to sell their property just to meet Harmon. She believed that as soon as Harmon saw her, he would fall in love with her.
Therefore, to Harmon, Camila could only be considered mildly delusional.
“Fall in love with you? Don’t flatter yourself. You’re so ugly it makes me sick. Besides, I’d rather marry a sow than a woman who wears clothes like yours.” Su Dan Novel Net
“Harmon, Harmon!”
Camila let out a shrill, high-pitched scream, her face once again filled with hatred. Countless phantoms formed from the black energy floated around her.
“It’s alright that you don’t love me now. I’ll capture you and keep you in a cage, and then you’ll love me.”
Camila, like a nimble black panther, lunged at Harmon and threw a punch.
Her fist radiated a dense black smoke, and as she swung, the surrounding furniture rapidly corroded.
However, Harmon didn’t even dodge. He let the punch fly towards his face.
A beam of light emanated from his white robe, directly repelling Camila. She flew dozens of meters away, her entire arm reduced to minced meat.