Chapter 1926


    It was a dark room, the air of which was filled with the stench of something rotten. The room was


    almost ustrophobic, and random items and trash were strewn across the floor. A single bed stood in


    the center, and an old many on top, fast asleep. Matthew made his way to the bed and stared at the


    old man. He seems to be in his seventies. Wrinkles littered all over his face, and he looked unkempt


    thanks to theck of good care. His beard and hair were tangled, not unlike what a tramp looked like.


    Matthew stared at the man for a while, then he left the room quietly. Once he closed the door, Matthew


    whipped his phone out to text Edmund. I need the families here ASAP. But s, no reply came from


    Edmund, not even after quite a while.


    Matthew''s heart sank. He tried to escape the corridor, but before he could do anything, someone


    jumped at him. The attack was easily evaded, but then a few more silhouettes joined the fray,


    surrounding Matthew. He leaped into the air and got out of that predicament.


    Now he found himself back where he started. Slowly, the door behind him creaked open. The old man


    Matthew saw earlier stood behind the door, staring at him darkly. "Damn the gods, Larson. You still


    found me. I thought this was the perfect hiding spot," the man said. That voice belonged to none other


    than Lord Voodoo.


    At the same time, a few dozen men appeared and filled the corridor.


    Matthew stared at his enemies, frowning. Then, he turned his sights to Lord Voodoo. "I assume these


    are your henchmen, Voodoo?"


    Lord Voodoo cackled into the skies. "Perceptive, Larson. Perceptive enough to locate me, and that''s


    why you shall die. You''ve been a thorn in my side long enough. Today will be your end."


    "You think these fools can kill me?" asked Matthew coldly.


    Lord Voodoo sneered. "You underestimate them, Larson. Did you really think I had no friends back in


    Orleans? Yes, Supreme Charm Master was too strong for me to take on, but there was no need to fight


    her. Once she established herself as the leader, I told my friends to take off ande with me. So,


    here they are. All my friends in Orleans. I trained them myself. Not too powerful, but not too shabby


    either. Should be enough to take you down, and I''m joining the fray as well."


    Matthew''s face fell. He could see these were fearsome enemies. It would be hard to take just ten of


    them by himself, let alone dozens.


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    Lord Voodoo loved the expression on Matthew''s face, and he bellowed inughter. "I love the look of


    despair on your face, Larson. That''s what you get for getting in my way. Men, kill him!" New chapter


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