Chapter 1927


    Before the fighters couldnd any attacks, Matthew bellowed, "Voodoo, do you want to know how I saw


    through your n?"


    Curiosity gnawed at Lord Voodoo''s heart. He gazed at Matthew before waving his men down. "Trying to


    buy some time? Sure, I have a few minutes to spare."


    He gloated, "So, tell me, how did you see through my n? It''s been more than a decade in the


    making. I have a lot of simr hideouts all over the nation just in case I needed toy low. I knew


    something like this would happen, so I exposed that hideout to Gregory and Macon. I knew they''d lead


    my enemies to that hideout. Then, fake Voodoo would step in and get himself killed. Everyone would


    be fooled and I would get away scot-free. Or at least, that was the n. It was supposed to be infallible,


    so how did you see through it?"


    "Your fake Voodoo gave me all the clues I needed."


    A frown creased Lord Voodoo''s forehead. "Impossible. I hand-picked that man myself. He looked just


    like me. I''ve trained him for many years so he could y the perfect stand-in. He was my get-out-of-jail-


    free card. I even gave him half my soulbound, so everyone would think he was me. What''s more, I


    made sure the poison destroyed his face. You couldn''t have known he wasn''t me. You didn''t even see


    his face. You couldn''t have."


    Matthew looked around him, and he sneered. "Did you really think your n was perfect? You missed


    something important, Voodoo. Think long and hard about what it was that you missed."


    Another frown furrowed Lord Voodoo''s forehead After some thought, he said, "What did I miss? I''ve


    trained my double for nearly twenty years. His only job was to get himself killed when the time was


    right. I''ve practiced that plenty of times since I knew this day woulde. If everyone thought I was


    killed, nobody woulde after me, and I could have lived on. Sure, another identity and all, but that


    was a perfect n. Infallible, and yet you im that I missed something."


    Matthew sneered. "You said it yourself. Spent many years training the bait, didn''t you?"


    Lord Voodoo nodded. "Yeah. What''s with that? I''ve set the n in motion seventeen long years ago.


    Enough time to perfect my great escape. That should''ve been the infallible trick."


    Once more, Matthew sneered. "Not if time is involved."


    "What do you mean?" Lord Voodoo froze for a moment.


    "You looked a lot younger than you are now back when you left Orleans, Voodoo."All content is property ? N?velDrama.Org.


    Matthew noticed that the moment he saw the fake Voodoo''s dismembered hand. It was at that moment


    when he knew they had gotten the wrong Voodoo. One thing led to another, and now he was here,


    trapped.  NovelDrama.Org