Mystery: The Witch of Desire

“I saw him on the first floor, but he quickly disappeared into the shadows. I don’t know if he’s still in the bar.”

Samira couldn't help but wonder: Could it be an extraordinary individual from the Assassin's Path?

She couldn't help but think of some bad things: just a few days ago, another of the Hyena Gang's territories—the Riverside Theater—was infiltrated by an assassin, who also stole an important item bestowed upon him by his great master.

Wright, the deputy director of the Riverside Theatre, followed the assassin and ended up fighting him to the death.

The whereabouts of that important item remain unknown.

Samira felt a chill run down her spine, and she quickly gave the order:

"Quickly, find him! Mobilize everyone! We must find him!"

"Yes!"

Soon, the entire Kingfisher Bar was brightly lit, and all the thugs searched each room, including those already occupied by guests.

The group of customers were startled, thinking that the police had come to check the rooms. Many of them ran out in a panic without even putting on their pants, and the whole bar was in chaos.

Samira, meanwhile, sat calmly in her room, with Lorraine standing beside her as her bodyguard.

She knew that the important item bestowed upon her by her great master was inside her body, and as long as she protected herself, the assassin could not take it away no matter what.

Therefore, she kept Rowling by her side.

In the tense atmosphere, time ticked by, and Samira felt her gums itch, her craving for blood growing stronger.

She went into the washroom, washed her face with cold water, and soon her fangs retracted, and the mane on her face gradually disappeared.

Rowling watched all this quietly from the side; clearly, this wasn't the first time she'd seen something like this.

She knew that Samira was in a weakened state after she had deactivated her werewolf form. If the werewolf effect could be limited to a quarter of an hour, she would never have deactivated it at this critical moment.

Before Samira came out of the bathroom, Rowling casually waved her small vanity mirror. A faint reflection hit the glass of the room and then disappeared.

Samira came out of the bathroom and sat back down on the recliner, looking uneasy.

The search continues outside the room, but no news has come in yet.

She was gradually becoming weary. Could it be that the intruder had already escaped? Or was it that Rowling, that bitch, was seeing things?

She trusted Rowling quite a bit. As her deputy and a fellow channeler one sequence lower than her, Rowling had always been very obedient and had not shown any ambition.

"However, she wasn't unrestrained enough, and her desires weren't strong enough. That's why the eldest chose me to receive the great master's gift, while Rowling didn't have that opportunity..."

Thinking of this, Samira couldn't help but feel a little smug, and her tense nerves gradually relaxed.

She was just about to shift her body on the recliner to find a more comfortable position.

Just then, her spiritual awareness erupted wildly.

Samira practically jumped up from the recliner and abruptly turned to look out the window.

Under that crimson moon, a dark figure stood on the windowsill, silently watching him.

The figure was wearing a jet-black cloak, with one hand tucked inside, as if ready to draw a gun and fire at any moment.

Almost instantly, Samira opened her mouth wide and let out a roar.

At the same time, she quickly tore her top, causing her exaggeratedly large breasts to pop out.

At that moment, Samira's perverse desires were ignited. Her eyes instantly turned bloodshot, her muscles bulged, and a powerful aura gathered around her.

Without hesitation, the dark figure outside the window jumped out, landing as lightly as a feather, and then quickly fled in one direction.

Whether in his haste he forgot to hide or not, this extraordinary individual, suspected to be an assassin, did not conceal himself in the shadows, but instead openly exposed his figure under the red moon.

Samira, like a hyena spotting its prey, instinctively wanted to jump out of the window to give chase.

At this moment, her scarlet eyes widened in surprise, and a faint trace of reason reappeared.

Without any hesitation, Samira opened her blood-red maw and bit down hard on her own arm.

With a soft thud, blood splattered everywhere, and the madness in her eyes gradually faded.

Samira stood on the windowsill for a while, completely calmed down, and naturally gave up the idea of ​​chasing the intruder.

That's too reckless; it's easy to fall into a trap.

At that moment, on the street outside the window, Revi looked at the window of Samira's room behind him. The other party did not jump down to give chase as planned.

He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

According to Rowling, Samira belongs to Sequence 8 of the Prisoner pathway—the Madman. This sequence is synonymous with desire and indulgence, and she is cursed during the full moon, making her extremely vulnerable to losing control.

Samira would offer a sacrifice to the great master of the Hyena Gang's faith once a month in order to obtain protection and prevent things from spiraling out of control.

During the sacrifice, she uses the power of the magical item 'Blood Goblet' to transform herself into a werewolf, enhancing her abilities while indulging her desires to make the sacrifice more effective.

The downside of this magical item is that after being transformed into a werewolf, the user will enter a weakened state for two hours.

This period of time presents the best opportunity to assassinate Samira!

So he hid outside the window, ready to deliver a fatal blow to Samira with his pistol.

Samira, guided by her spiritual awareness, discovered herself and quickly activated her madman abilities, deliberately unleashing her desires and sacrificing her reason in exchange for immense power and a resilient physical body.

In this state, it would be difficult to inflict fatal damage on Samira with a pistol.

However, Reeve and his team had a Plan B: to lure the delirious Samira out into the street and use the complex terrain to find an opportunity to deal with her.

However, Samira was very experienced in combat. She had developed a habit of biting herself during battle to stay rational. When she discovered danger at a critical moment, she did not chase after it.

Levi sighed, disappeared into the shadows of the night, and made his way back to the Kingfisher Bar.

"Fortunately, we still have Plan C."

Chapter 20 Lies

inside the room.

Samira found another garment to put on and said to Rowling:

"The crisis is over, you can go back now. Be sure to increase vigilance these next few days."

"Yes."

Rowling's face remained expressionless as she nodded in agreement.

Then, as if she had casually remembered something, she spoke slowly:

"Oh, right, there's one more thing I'd like to report to you."

"what's up?"

Samira asked somewhat impatiently.

Rowling continued:

“I’ve found out about that bitch, Bitch. A week ago, she secretly went to old Chuck’s clinic and found out she has a sexually transmitted disease. I think that’s probably why she ran away.”

Samira's face instantly turned cold upon hearing this.

"okay, I get it."

Rowling nodded and left the room.

As soon as Rowling stepped out the door, Samira angrily dragged Pinkie Pie out of the trunk:

"You filthy bitch, when did you catch your STD?"

Extremely weak from the torture, Pinkie Pie responded in a barely audible voice:

"I...I didn't..."

Samira threw Pinkie Pie back with a look of disgust, feeling a little scared afterward.

Fortunately, tonight's sacrifice was unexpectedly stopped, otherwise I might have been at risk of contracting the disease myself. Besides, if I offered a sacrifice infected with a sexually transmitted disease to my great master, I wonder if I would anger Him?

Samira slumped wearily in her chair. After all that commotion, she had no desire left, and tonight's sacrifice would have to be postponed.

Mutterings began to echo in her mind, and tiny, dense bumps started to appear on her skin. Samira trembled incessantly, enduring the risk of losing control due to the delayed sacrifice.

She couldn't wait for tomorrow night to arrive, wanting to hold the sacrifice again, not only to avoid losing control, but also to gain power.

Because of the intrusion of unidentified individuals, she felt an immense sense of crisis and desperately wanted to gain greater power.

“Once I complete one more sacrifice, the eldest brother will tell me the name of my great master, and I can pray to Him, asking Him to grant me strength…”

Samira's face was filled with fervor, and she felt the female statue within her become even more full.

The next morning.

Samira impatiently summoned a henchman:

"Go and bring old Chalk's clinic to me!"

The thug quickly complied, and half an hour later, the thug arrived with the elderly old man, Chalk.

Which patients have you seen this week?

Samira narrowed her eyes and asked in a cold voice.

Old Chalk shakily recited each name, but hesitated when he reached the last one.

Last night, someone held a knife to his neck and threatened him. If anyone asks about Bitch, he must say that she came to the clinic a week ago for a diagnosis and that she contracted a sexually transmitted disease.

Old Chalk felt that even if he told Samira the truth, the gang leader wouldn't protect him from retaliation, so he simply revealed Pinkie Pie's name.

Samira continued, expressionless:

Why does Pinkie Pie want to go to your place?

Old Chalk continued hesitantly:

"She came for a checkup because of itching... She has a sexually transmitted infection, but it's in the early stages and hasn't fully manifested yet."

Samira didn't speak, but simply waved her hand, signaling the thugs to take old Chalk out.

She looked at the box she was standing on, her eyes filled with resentment.

Instead of opening the box, she pushed her into a cubicle inside the room, threw her next to a pile of clutter, and left Pinkie Pie inside to fend for herself.

The box was filled with thick goose down, so no matter how much she struggled inside, no sound came out.

Then, Samira picked up a list filled with the names of the girls at the Kingfisher Bar.

As she looked, images of beautiful faces floated through her mind.

Just as she was agonizing over who to choose as the sacrifice for tonight, there was a loud knocking on the door.

After receiving her permission, Rowling led a shy-looking Levi in.

The moment Samira saw Levi, she was instantly captivated by his stunning beauty. She felt that the woman before her was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen, even surpassing Pinkie Pie.

The small black bow around Levi's neck exuded a seductive charm, making him look very feminine.

Samira, being experienced, quickly composed herself and asked expressionlessly:

"what's up?"

Rowling said with a smile:

“Madam, I have trained Livr well. She is very obedient now, and she served the guests very well last night.”

Samira nodded approvingly, looking Rivi up and down with admiration at her graceful curves and long legs encased in black stockings, and said:

"Good, well done. From now on, you don't need to watch over Livia anymore. Let her do her own thing. We need to give newcomers some room to grow."

“Okay.” Rowling nodded in agreement, then turned to Levi and said seriously, “You are free to move around inside the Kingfisher Bar, but you cannot go outside. If you need to go out, you must ask me or Madam for leave. Once you have worked there longer, I will arrange a fixed leave for you, during your period each month.”

"Yes……"

Reeve nodded obediently like a little lamb, looking quite endearing.

After giving some instructions, Rowling led Levi out of Samira's room.

The two exchanged a glance, said nothing more, and left in different directions.

Livre did not return to Rowling's bedroom. Instead, she followed a henchman named Mark to a large bedroom on the first floor. This bedroom was one of the women's communal living quarters, which was divided into more than a dozen individual cubicles. The women rested here during the day and worked here at night.

Under the scrutinizing gazes of the group of women, Mark led Reeves to the door of a private cubicle, pointed, and said:

"From now on, you will live here."

Reeves nodded and tried to go in, but Mark blocked the doorway, staring at Reeves with a lewd look.

A gaudy-looking woman walked up to her with a coquettish laugh, paced back and forth beside her, sizing her up and down, and clicked her tongue in disapproval: