Chapter 179
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"What do you mean?" their boss says, deceptively gentle.
Even his tone was gentle, but Dominique felt pure chills go through him. This was the boss that he followed.
Every time he felt like his feelings towards his boss solidified, Alec always showed him something that made his worship towards him increase.
He could feel the tightly leashed chaos that personified his boss, something that made him submit each time.
It baffled him how no one else could see this part of his boss, but Dominique chalked it up to the fact that no one was there that night when he saw the Death Whisperer receive an Ash Phoenix's affections.
There was no one else he would ever accept as his boss – Dominique knew that.
But for all that he knew that his boss was definitely death personified, he had never experienced the full force of Alec's killing intent sliding upon his skin, and he likely never would.
So, Dominique would just have to make do with living vicariously off of idiots who apparently wanted his boss to kill them – in a place like this that already had lowered standards regarding the death and life of people.
So, yes, the slight killing intent that his boss was giving off had successfully offset his anger because deep down, he felt a thrill to know that his boss cared about them just as much as they cared about them.
But… why was it that he still felt a little bit like killing that fucking man who'd been eyeing up his mother like she was a piece of meat he was just salivating to put into his mouth?
She could take care of herself, of that he had no doubt, but he didn't know why he was feeling this way.
By all intents, he should be satisfied with his boss killing them, but why was it that Dominique felt the need to viciously stab the man a few times?
A glance at his mother told him that she was unperturbed with the attention that was directed at her, yet why didn't that calm him any?
"What I mean," the idiot drawls, "is that if you leave them and skedaddle, I'll be kind enough not to kill you. Of course, if you do decide to resist, then I'll have to make a little example out of you. You understand what I mean, right?"
The killing intent and bloodlust that exploded from their group startled even them by its intensity, but Dominique could only feel his entire focus narrow down to that one already-dead moron still flapping his lips.
Dominique could only say that the moron was wasting the oxygen on the planet just by breathing. The effort that plants had to through in order to produce oxygen for them was completely wasted.
The stumbling moron actually unsheathed a knife here right before all the witnesses, moving forward threateningly.
Just as he was about to make a move, his boss made a move instead. If boss didn't stop him, then the man would already have been dead and fertilizing the soil.
The man that had been giving indecent looks to his mother the entre time hadn't even seen his boss move.
Alec kicked the man deceptively lightly on the bottom of his leg while gripping his upper arm, causing the idiot to collapse like a stack of cards knocked over, his face uncomprehending.
"W-what do you-"
Dominique saw the moment the pain kicked in, watching with vicious glee as the idiot's face contorted in a scream of silent agony as Alec broke his jaw and dislocated it, the pain apparently so excruciating that it could stop even the most hard-headed idiots from talking.
Ian clutched his face, the pain from the dislocation of his jaw making him tear up. Could he still speak?
The vicious glee that bloomed within him at the resulting violence placated his bloodlust a little as the moron's eyes rolled up.
Alec shook him lightly, causing Ian's eyes to swivel around as his brain was rattled, his eyes wide and terrified, but then his eyes landed on his mother, and they went from terror to lust in a split second, making Dominique wonder if the idiot's brain was located entirely between his legs. Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click www.webnovel.com for visiting.
"G-G-guh get em," he slurred, but the idiot's henchmen had apparently cottoned on to the fact that something was wrong.
"Watrre ya do'ng?" Ian shouted, the pain obviously too little to shut him up, "I shaid get em!"
The fact that a little boy like this could even bring a grown man that should have been able to forcibly rip his arm out of that grip and *not* gotten his jaw broken, was ringing alarms in their minds.
They backed away, abandoning their 'boss' within a split second.
They thought that it was going to be easy, but apparently the group had a rather terrifying kid as a leader, and they weren't going to get in the middle of that, no siree. They didn't survive the initial zombie attack just to die in what was supposed to be a safe base!
They might not have the best education, but from what they knew growing up on the black streets was that they should heed their instincts and run when it told them to run.
And they were right to think that way. It was their wise decision that spared their life. As well as the fact that the looks they gave the group was only one of terror instead of anything else.
Alec obviously noticed the way that his gaze changed as well, and Alec's smile widened. Even his eyes were gentle and affectionate, as if he was looking at something precious to him.
Dominique felt a stab of jealousy.
"What did you say?" Alec continued gently, lightening his grip a little.
Ian apparently had rocks for brains because instead of immediately running, he tried to throw himself at Vivian the moment he broke free, trying to take a hostage and most likely abscond with her.
His boss' eyes flashed as they hauled the man back by his shirt, throwing him on the ground.
He stomped down, and there was the crisp sound of bones shattering and cracking upon impact.
Dominique nursed the vicious glee he felt inside him. The man had it coming.
Ian's hand looked like a pancake after Alec calmly removed his foot, still smiling ever the same.
The chills that Dominique had just couldn't be contained.
Alec tutted, his smile widening just a little.
The Spectres sensed that Alec was about to do something, so they shifted a little, effectively blocking out the view of the crowd who had done nothing but stare on as everything happened.
There were a few that looked gleeful at Ian's misfortune, as well as others who were disgusted by the violence that was happening before them. Even more were watching with faint apathy or shock.
Before Ian could blink, Alec had already ripped out both of his eyes from their eye sockets whole, disgustedly throwing them on the ground.
The scream that was ripped from Ian was earth shattering, and the man writhed on the ground, his hands going up to the empty holes in his face, unknowingly getting himself infected from the filth that stained the ground.
"How dare you look at my people like that?" Alec said warmly, grinding the eyeballs into a white smear under his foot. His smile never once left his face, which only made Dominique feel lightheaded at how cool his boss was.
He briefly regretted that his boss didn't kill the idiot who dared to look at Rosabel and his mother that way, but then felt enlightened when he thought about it.
Death was too quick – living like this was more torturous!
Alec, seemingly having vented his anger, smiled more sincerely this time, looking briefly at the crowd, who shuddered when they saw that warm smile. All they could think of was hearing the screams from the man still writhing on the ground.
He wasn't a good man, but such unexpected cruelty from a child made their backs feel cold.
"Let's go."
The group fell into step behind him, and Dominique pulled out a handkerchief, wiping his boss' tiny but perfectly deadly fingers, obsessively trying to clean off the dirty blood that stained his fingers.
When he was finally satisfied that the dirty blood was all gone, he went back and castrated that idiot to prevent him from spreading his moronic genes.
Hmph. If he had any thought about treating anyone else the way he would have potentially treated both Rosabel and his mother… well, he wouldn't be able to any longer.
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"What do you mean?" their boss says, deceptively gentle.
Even his tone was gentle, but Dominique felt pure chills go through him. This was the boss that he followed.
Every time he felt like his feelings towards his boss solidified, Alec always showed him something that made his worship towards him increase.
He could feel the tightly leashed chaos that personified his boss, something that made him submit each time.
It baffled him how no one else could see this part of his boss, but Dominique chalked it up to the fact that no one was there that night when he saw the Death Whisperer receive an Ash Phoenix's affections.
There was no one else he would ever accept as his boss – Dominique knew that.
But for all that he knew that his boss was definitely death personified, he had never experienced the full force of Alec's killing intent sliding upon his skin, and he likely never would.
So, Dominique would just have to make do with living vicariously off of idiots who apparently wanted his boss to kill them – in a place like this that already had lowered standards regarding the death and life of people.
So, yes, the slight killing intent that his boss was giving off had successfully offset his anger because deep down, he felt a thrill to know that his boss cared about them just as much as they cared about them.
But… why was it that he still felt a little bit like killing that fucking man who'd been eyeing up his mother like she was a piece of meat he was just salivating to put into his mouth?
She could take care of herself, of that he had no doubt, but he didn't know why he was feeling this way.
By all intents, he should be satisfied with his boss killing them, but why was it that Dominique felt the need to viciously stab the man a few times?
A glance at his mother told him that she was unperturbed with the attention that was directed at her, yet why didn't that calm him any?
"What I mean," the idiot drawls, "is that if you leave them and skedaddle, I'll be kind enough not to kill you. Of course, if you do decide to resist, then I'll have to make a little example out of you. You understand what I mean, right?"
The killing intent and bloodlust that exploded from their group startled even them by its intensity, but Dominique could only feel his entire focus narrow down to that one already-dead moron still flapping his lips.
Dominique could only say that the moron was wasting the oxygen on the planet just by breathing. The effort that plants had to through in order to produce oxygen for them was completely wasted.
The stumbling moron actually unsheathed a knife here right before all the witnesses, moving forward threateningly.
Just as he was about to make a move, his boss made a move instead. If boss didn't stop him, then the man would already have been dead and fertilizing the soil.
The man that had been giving indecent looks to his mother the entre time hadn't even seen his boss move.
Alec kicked the man deceptively lightly on the bottom of his leg while gripping his upper arm, causing the idiot to collapse like a stack of cards knocked over, his face uncomprehending.
"W-what do you-"
Dominique saw the moment the pain kicked in, watching with vicious glee as the idiot's face contorted in a scream of silent agony as Alec broke his jaw and dislocated it, the pain apparently so excruciating that it could stop even the most hard-headed idiots from talking.
Ian clutched his face, the pain from the dislocation of his jaw making him tear up. Could he still speak?
The vicious glee that bloomed within him at the resulting violence placated his bloodlust a little as the moron's eyes rolled up.
Alec shook him lightly, causing Ian's eyes to swivel around as his brain was rattled, his eyes wide and terrified, but then his eyes landed on his mother, and they went from terror to lust in a split second, making Dominique wonder if the idiot's brain was located entirely between his legs. Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click www.webnovel.com for visiting.
"G-G-guh get em," he slurred, but the idiot's henchmen had apparently cottoned on to the fact that something was wrong.
"Watrre ya do'ng?" Ian shouted, the pain obviously too little to shut him up, "I shaid get em!"
The fact that a little boy like this could even bring a grown man that should have been able to forcibly rip his arm out of that grip and *not* gotten his jaw broken, was ringing alarms in their minds.
They backed away, abandoning their 'boss' within a split second.
They thought that it was going to be easy, but apparently the group had a rather terrifying kid as a leader, and they weren't going to get in the middle of that, no siree. They didn't survive the initial zombie attack just to die in what was supposed to be a safe base!
They might not have the best education, but from what they knew growing up on the black streets was that they should heed their instincts and run when it told them to run.
And they were right to think that way. It was their wise decision that spared their life. As well as the fact that the looks they gave the group was only one of terror instead of anything else.
Alec obviously noticed the way that his gaze changed as well, and Alec's smile widened. Even his eyes were gentle and affectionate, as if he was looking at something precious to him.
Dominique felt a stab of jealousy.
"What did you say?" Alec continued gently, lightening his grip a little.
Ian apparently had rocks for brains because instead of immediately running, he tried to throw himself at Vivian the moment he broke free, trying to take a hostage and most likely abscond with her.
His boss' eyes flashed as they hauled the man back by his shirt, throwing him on the ground.
He stomped down, and there was the crisp sound of bones shattering and cracking upon impact.
Dominique nursed the vicious glee he felt inside him. The man had it coming.
Ian's hand looked like a pancake after Alec calmly removed his foot, still smiling ever the same.
The chills that Dominique had just couldn't be contained.
Alec tutted, his smile widening just a little.
The Spectres sensed that Alec was about to do something, so they shifted a little, effectively blocking out the view of the crowd who had done nothing but stare on as everything happened.
There were a few that looked gleeful at Ian's misfortune, as well as others who were disgusted by the violence that was happening before them. Even more were watching with faint apathy or shock.
Before Ian could blink, Alec had already ripped out both of his eyes from their eye sockets whole, disgustedly throwing them on the ground.
The scream that was ripped from Ian was earth shattering, and the man writhed on the ground, his hands going up to the empty holes in his face, unknowingly getting himself infected from the filth that stained the ground.
"How dare you look at my people like that?" Alec said warmly, grinding the eyeballs into a white smear under his foot. His smile never once left his face, which only made Dominique feel lightheaded at how cool his boss was.
He briefly regretted that his boss didn't kill the idiot who dared to look at Rosabel and his mother that way, but then felt enlightened when he thought about it.
Death was too quick – living like this was more torturous!
Alec, seemingly having vented his anger, smiled more sincerely this time, looking briefly at the crowd, who shuddered when they saw that warm smile. All they could think of was hearing the screams from the man still writhing on the ground.
He wasn't a good man, but such unexpected cruelty from a child made their backs feel cold.
"Let's go."
The group fell into step behind him, and Dominique pulled out a handkerchief, wiping his boss' tiny but perfectly deadly fingers, obsessively trying to clean off the dirty blood that stained his fingers.
When he was finally satisfied that the dirty blood was all gone, he went back and castrated that idiot to prevent him from spreading his moronic genes.
Hmph. If he had any thought about treating anyone else the way he would have potentially treated both Rosabel and his mother… well, he wouldn't be able to any longer.
"What do you mean?" their boss says, deceptively gentle. Even his tone was gentle, but Dominique felt pure chills go through him. This was the boss that he followed. Every time he felt like his feelings towards his boss solidified, Alec always showed him something that made his worship towards him increase. He could feel the tightly leashed chaos that personified his boss, something that made him submit each time. It baffled him how no one else could see this part of his boss, but Dominique chalked it up to the fact that no one was there that night when he saw the Death Whisperer receive an Ash Phoenix's affections. There was no one else he would ever accept as his boss Dominique knew that. But for all that he knew that his boss was definitely death personified, he had never experienced the full force of Alec's killing intent sliding upon his skin, and he likely never would. So, Dominique would just have to make do with living vicariously off of idiots who apparently wanted his boss to kill them in a place like this that already had lowered standards regarding the death and life of people. So, yes, the slight killing intent that his boss was giving off had successfully offset his anger because deep down, he felt a thrill to know that his boss cared about them just as much as they cared about them. But why was it that he still felt a little bit like killing that fucking man who'd been eyeing up his mother like she was a piece of meat he was just salivating to put into his mouth? She could take care of herself, of that he had no doubt, but he didn't know why he was feeling this way. By all intents, he should be satisfied with his boss killing them, but why was it that Dominique felt the need to viciously stab the man a few times? A glance at his mother told him that she was unperturbed with the attention that was directed at her, yet why didn't that calm him any? "What I mean," the idiot drawls, "is that if you leave them and skedaddle, I'll be kind enough not to kill you. Of course, if you do decide to resist, then I'll have to make a little example out of you. You understand what I mean, right?" The killing intent and bloodlust that exploded from their group startled even them by its intensity, but Dominique could only feel his entire focus narrow down to that one already-dead moron still flapping his lips. Dominique could only say that the moron was wasting the oxygen on the planet just by breathing. The effort that plants had to through in order to produce oxygen for them was completely wasted. The stumbling moron actually unsheathed a knife here right before all the witnesses, moving forward threateningly. Just as he was about to make a move, his boss made a move instead. If boss didn't stop him, then the man would already have been dead and fertilizing the soil. The man that had been giving indecent looks to his mother the entre time hadn't even seen his boss move. Alec kicked the man deceptively lightly on the bottom of his leg while gripping his upper arm, causing the idiot to collapse like a stack of cards knocked over, his face uncomprehending. "W-what do you-" Dominique saw the moment the pain kicked in, watching with vicious glee as the idiot's face contorted in a scream of silent agony as Alec broke his jaw and dislocated it, the pain apparently so excruciating that it could stop even the most hard-headed idiots from talking. Ian clutched his face, the pain from the dislocation of his jaw making him tear up. Could he still speak? The vicious glee that bloomed within him at the resulting violence placated his bloodlust a little as the moron's eyes rolled up. Alec shook him lightly, causing Ian's eyes to swivel around as his brain was rattled, his eyes wide and terrified, but then his eyes landed on his mother, and they went from terror to lust in a split second, making Dominique wonder if the idiot's brain was located entirely between his legs. Find authorized novels in Webnovelfaster updates, better experiencePlease click www.webnovel.com for visiting. "G-G-guh get em," he slurred, but the idiot's henchmen had apparently cottoned on to the fact that something was wrong. "Watrre ya do'ng?" Ian shouted, the pain obviously too little to shut him up, "I shaid get em!" The fact that a little boy like this could even bring a grown man that should have been able to forcibly rip his arm out of that grip and *not* gotten his jaw broken, was ringing alarms in their minds. They backed away, abandoning their 'boss' within a split second. They thought that it was going to be easy, but apparently the group had a rather terrifying kid as a leader, and they weren't going to get in the middle of that, no siree. They didn't survive the initial zombie attack just to die in what was supposed to be a safe base! They might not have the best education, but from what they knew growing up on the black streets was that they should heed their instincts and run when it told them to run. And they were right to think that way. It was their wise decision that spared their life. As well as the fact that the looks they gave the group was only one of terror instead of anything else. Alec obviously noticed the way that his gaze changed as well, and Alec's smile widened. Even his eyes were gentle and affectionate, as if he was looking at something precious to him. Dominique felt a stab of jealousy. "What did you say?" Alec continued gently, lightening his grip a little. Ian apparently had rocks for brains because instead of immediately running, he tried to throw himself at Vivian the moment he broke free, trying to take a hostage and most likely abscond with her. His boss' eyes flashed as they hauled the man back by his shirt, throwing him on the ground. He stomped down, and there was the crisp sound of bones shattering and cracking upon impact. Dominique nursed the vicious glee he felt inside him. The man had it coming. Ian's hand looked like a pancake after Alec calmly removed his foot, still smiling ever the same. The chills that Dominique had just couldn't be contained. Alec tutted, his smile widening just a little. The Spectres sensed that Alec was about to do something, so they shifted a little, effectively blocking out the view of the crowd who had done nothing but stare on as everything happened. There were a few that looked gleeful at Ian's misfortune, as well as others who were disgusted by the violence that was happening before them. Even more were watching with faint apathy or shock. Before Ian could blink, Alec had already ripped out both of his eyes from their eye sockets whole, disgustedly throwing them on the ground. The scream that was ripped from Ian was earth shattering, and the man writhed on the ground, his hands going up to the empty holes in his face, unknowingly getting himself infected from the filth that stained the ground. "How dare you look at my people like that?" Alec said warmly, grinding the eyeballs into a white smear under his foot. His smile never once left his face, which only made Dominique feel lightheaded at how cool his boss was. He briefly regretted that his boss didn't kill the idiot who dared to look at Rosabel and his mother that way, but then felt enlightened when he thought about it. Death was too quick living like this was more torturous! Alec, seemingly having vented his anger, smiled more sincerely this time, looking briefly at the crowd, who shuddered when they saw that warm smile. All they could think of was hearing the screams from the man still writhing on the ground. He wasn't a good man, but such unexpected cruelty from a child made their backs feel cold. "Let's go." The group fell into step behind him, and Dominique pulled out a handkerchief, wiping his boss' tiny but perfectly deadly fingers, obsessively trying to clean off the dirty blood that stained his fingers. When he was finally satisfied that the dirty blood was all gone, he went back and castrated that idiot to prevent him from spreading his moronic genes. Hmph. If he had any thought about treating anyone else the way he would have potentially treated both Rosabel and his mother well, he wouldn't be able to any longer.
