Terror
The Terror Queen
The Dogs of Terror and the Terror Queen
All these names, these titles, were names and titles, an average person of the Outer area of the city of sin wouldn't know about, only a few… compared to the total population of the outer area of the city of sin know about the organization called Terror and their might.
"So you know about us."
A cold glint flashed in the eyes of the female captain, and despite the pain she was feeling from the poison in her system, as well as the continuous leaking and dripping blood from her lips, she decided to reign in her urge to scream and not give her opponent the sense of satisfaction from her scream.
Not that he needed it anyway.
"Yeah I know about your group called Terror. Every member wears a black mask around the lower parts of their face… though I don't know why. It's not like you guys have a mouth or nose disfiguration."
A curious light shined in Anon's eyes as he observed the slightly beautiful face of the female captain, her face containing zero disfiguration.
"Anyway, the other thing which… unfortunately, I also don't know about, is where your base in the Outer area is… And I would appreciate it, if you tell me the location."
Despite requesting for the location of the base of the female captain, Anon did not expect an answer from the female captain, and due to this, he was beginning to think of what torture to use on the female captain.
But…
"Alright I'll tell you."
"…Hmm?"
Anon turned towards the female captain with a baffled expression, her reply catching him off-guard.
"I said I'll tell you the location of our base."
Annoyance and frustration seeped into the tone of the female captain, contorting her already contorted face.
Meanwhile Anon squinted his eyes and with a soft grunt, he stood. He looked around and in the distance, he saw a few vehicles parked at a safe distance from the location of where the battle took place.
He walked towards one of the cars, and after making sure it was safe by checking beneath the car for no explosives or an enemy hiding in the boot or inside the car, Anon entered the car and luckily, he found the key to the car inside the ignition of the car.
He started the car and he drove it towards the female captain, stopping the car in such a way that the passenger side of the car, was facing the female captain.
"Get in."
The female captain glanced at the black car and her left eye twitched.
"That's my car."
Holding her stomach which was rumbling in pain, the female captain spoke, as she looked at Anon with slightly cold reddened eyes.
"Do I look like I care?"
Anon replied with a nonchalant tone and with beckon of his hand, he told her once again to enter the car.
"I'll send you the location of our base, you can go there yourself, but I want the antidote to this insidious poison you injected me with."
Hearing and seeing her refusal to comply to his words, Anon was amused and a small smile formed on his lips as a result.
"Come on, you're better and wiser than that. Don't be stupid, enter the car and direct me towards your base… or else."
Anon spoke while exuding a small percentage of his killing intent towards the female captain. Although the killing intent wasn't enough to make her tremble in fear or be frozen in fear, it made her realize that the mysterious man before her, was serious.
And with a heavy frown on her face, she groaned but as a result, more blood spilled out of her lips. Her expression, though would elicit the urge to help in moat males and females, especially horny males, Anon had zero expression of compassion or pity on his face.
His expression containing indifference towards the current plight of the female captain. Despite Anon's indifference towards her situation, the female captain was not bothered.
She gritted her teeth and with a determined expression, she stood and walked to the car with blood leaking from her lips and dripping from her nose.
Bang
Closing the door with a force that was higher than what was required, the female captain entered the car with a frown while breathing heavily.
"Now I'm wondering if it's actually your car."
Anon spoke with a slight intrigue in his tone, and the female captain glanced at him, sweat dripping from her forehead. Although she wanted to speak, she decided not to waste the little energy she had left in her.
With every internal and external blood loss she experienced, her energy levels went down and she felt weakened, her head was also becoming foggy at the same time.
"Let's go."
She said with a weak tone, and Anon shrugged and in the next moment, he started the ignition and drove off.
"So where are we going?" Anon asked as he drove.
"I've sent it to your Underworld watch."
Hearing the female captain's reply, Anon raised his brows. He tapped on his and a map hovered on top of his Watch. He glanced at his watch for a second, then with a soft 'hmm', he pressed his leg on the throttle at full force.
Vroom!
"You know… if you're lying to me and you're taking me to a trap… you're dead."
Without looking at the female captain, Anon spoke with a cold tone but indifferent tone.
"It's not like there'd be any difference either way."
Anon glanced at the female captain who although had a pained expression, spoke with a nonchalant tone. He looked away from the female captain and while looking at the road, he spoke:
"True."
Vroom!
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(Approximately Twenty Five Minutes Later)
Anon stopped beside a three storey building, and from what he could see, it was a building that sold slaves.
He got down from the car and a few seconds later, the female captain did the same, although with extremely difficulty.
Thud
"Hmm."
A groan of pain escaped her lips as she fell from the car during the process of her trying to get out of the car. This showed the level of weakness she was currently feeling, and the sweat on her face and the unfocused expression in her eyes, clearly expressed her current condition.
Despite her condition and the fact that she fell from the car, Anon only had an emotionless expression as he looked at her, his eyes not even having a hint of pity in them.
In fact, he looked away from her and with a soft sigh, he turned to his back.
"So I guess we're at the right place… But…"
Anon spoke with a calm tone and expression as he looked at the group of about fifty people which had their weapons out, and their eyes radiating coldness.
"… I'm guessing this was a trap from the onset?"
Anon spoke, his expression oddly calm and unbothered about the group before him.
"No handsome, it was not a trap… But I mean… When you pull up in front of my property, with my daughter's car, without her bodyguards… I mean… what did you expect?"
A calm, authoritative and slightly sensual voice resounded in the environment, and from the group of 50 emerged a familiar woman.
The female slave trader
Her face bearing a striking resemblance to the female captain
She tilted her head and with a smile she looked at her daughter who had an indifferent expression.
"I see you have my daughter with you… I'd like her back please."
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