Blood Nemesis-Chapter 58: Execution 7

*Slap*

*Slap*

"Wake up, bastard."

Oliver was hung from the ceiling with chains tied to his hands and feet. The chains were draining mana from his body while pulling his torso and foot in different directions, making it impossible for him to move.

Oliver acted weak and opened his eyes when slaps fell onto his face.

"Wake up."

A chubby young teenager was slapping him and asking him to wake up.

Oliver twisted his neck and lifted his head to gaze at the young man.

It was a familiar kid. The young master of the M-fresh family.

The young master was under the misconception that the drugs they injected into Oliver’s body had made him weak and compliant.

Meanwhile, Oliver acted his part to deceive them. Due to his ability to heal rapidly, the drugs did not affect him at all.

"Finally, you are awake." The young master stretched his hands and prepared to slap him again. However, the A-ranked superhuman nearby walked closer, making him back away.

"Sir, thank you for apprehending him," the young master said docilely.

"Hm." The A-ranker nodded his head and gazed at Oliver.

His eyes showed curiosity and amusement as he scanned Oliver’s body.

The combat prowess Oliver showed fascinated him. He couldn’t believe a teenager could be that good.

If the situation were different, he would have recruited him into their hunter group. From his point, Oliver had great potential. But his good will ended there.

Oliver was a thief, a criminal of bad character, and the situation demanded he nip the threat in the bud.

"Such a pity." He muttered, looking at Oliver.

The death of a talented superhuman was indeed a pity; he judged without actually realising his plight.

"It is indeed." Oliver looked back at the face of the A-ranker and said.

The A-ranker he saw before him was someone familiar. In his past life, he was someone who fought against the demons during the war. freёnovelkiss.com

He was a hunter who later became a hero of the Federation by saving many lives. His hero name was Swift Sword, the flying swordsman of the federation. His ability allowed him to manipulate air and travel long distances quickly.

As an A-rank superhero, he would be known all around the federation in the future.

However, somehow, fate caused them to meet in an unfavorable situation.

Oliver didn’t really want this person to die. He could guess that Swift Sword was not working under M-fresh because he was not someone who would collude with the demons. They might have hired him by using legal means. After all, it’s legal to hire someone to investigate and protect their business from a thief, himself.

So Oliver didn’t want someone who would ally with them in the war against demons to die.

If only he could convince him to leave.

"Why?" Swift Sword asked. He was amused by the calm and collected appearance of Oliver.

Currently, Oliver was trapped inside an underground basement below M-fresh HQ. They brought him here to be questioned. And yet, he was showing no fear or guilt.

What was going on in this young man’s mind? He asked himself the question. He wanted to understand Oliver.

"They’re taking advantage of you," Oliver chuckled.

"Me?"

"Yes."

Oliver didn’t want to explain anything else.

He gazed at the young master with a smile.

"How did they hire an A-ranker like you?" He asked a question. Oliver decided to deviate from his plans slightly to accommodate the unexpected situation.

"Do you know me?"

"Yes, I have heard about you, Swift Sword."

"Ha ha ha... That’s great. So, how am I being taken advantage of?" He asked.

"Do you know that it was Fatty who caused all this mess?" Oliver inquired.

"Yes, I know about the bullying incident. But it doesn’t matter, does it? No one from your side was seriously harmed. However, you attacked their store, stole money, and caused millions worth of damage. You are a criminal." Swift Sword said.

He had no sympathy for criminals. That was why he agreed to capture Oliver and drag him to the basement rather than handing him over to the SMB.

"In the end, you jumped straight into their trap and got captured." Swift Sword added.

"Oh! That’s what you think. Hm... It’s understandable. No one really gets me." Oliver hung his head down and muttered.

He was casually tilting his head around, even though the chains tying him were supposed to cause intense pain.

Oliver changed his mind again and asked, "What are you going to do to me?"

He sensed that Swift Sword was convinced he was an evil person.

Well, who could blame him for that?

He was indeed an evil person.

"You captured me. It’s time to hand me over to the police or the SMB, right? Why did you bring me here?"

"They want to question you and make you spit out the money that you stole from them."

"So, you agreed with them torturing me?"

"If you speak where you hid the money, there is no need for torture."

"Is that what that fatty pig behind you told. Do you believe that they will let me leave unscathed?"

"..." Swift Sword turned to look at the Fatty silently.

"Yes, of course." The Fatty nodded his head in affirmation. He didn’t dare disagree with the A-ranker.

Oliver nodded understandingly and said. "Then, you should leave."

"You believe him?" Swift Sword asked.

"I don’t," Oliver replied.

"And yet, you want me to leave?"

"It is for the best. I don’t plan on talking when you or your team of water boys are around. And the person I want to talk with is the CEO of M-fresh, the Fatty’s father." Oliver replied, gazing at the water duo who had captured him.

"Why?"

"You don’t need to know." Oliver flatly declined any unnecessary help.

His reasons for kicking out the Swift sword and his people were two.

First, he wanted them to leave before the situation got worse.

Second, he needs justification for what’s about to happen.

All in all, they do not consider him a threat. So, he had hope that he could directly meet the CEO of M-fresh and talk.

"That is not going to work." Meanwhile, the fat boy sneaked up to Oliver and said.

"Why?"

"My father is busy and doesn’t have time for this. If you have something to say, say it to me. I’m sufficient to handle the situation." He raised his nose and proudly declared.

"What would a snotty-nosed brat like you know?" Oliver saw his pompous act and said.

"YOU!" The Fatty’s nose flared up and jumped forward to slap him again.

Swift Sword didn’t try to stop him.

’Oh! If that’s how it is...’

*Slap* Oliver happily accepted the slap across his face.

Immediately, he spat out a mouthful of blood and a special object he had hidden in his stomach. Suddenly, the room glowed brightly as a shockwave of heat and light travelled across it.

The head of the young master who attacked him seemed to have disappeared in that split second.

The scene stunned everyone as hot blood and brain matter splashed across the floor.

Oliver, who was chained up, didn’t fare any better. He was too close to the mana grenade that just exploded.

However, while the young master died, his body, which was littered with wounds, was healing rapidly. Even though half his face showed mangled flesh and blood, he was still wearing his signature smile, unbothered by the pain.