RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System Chapter 174: Trauma?

"To be a bird is to fly, just as to swim is to be a fish."

I don't know the aning of what just ca to my head, but the rewards I had been awarded by the system threatened to shut down my brain.

I an sure the system hadn't offered so ridiculous amount of shares in a company but I had a strong feeling that what I had just been offered far surpassed that.

Before entering the tunnel, I had been asking for 10% in Microsoft but now, even though John Stokes was dead, I didn't feel like I deserved such a hefty compensation.

With the near traumatic beatdown I had suffered at Mike's hand back in Hatton, I had dreadfully entertained the possibility of a similar repeat in the Hyde Park tunnel, yet in the end here I was John Stokes dead having suffered no injuries.

Sure, my life had been on the line, but I had been saved and my only exchange had been with Ninja Momma who in the end had turned into so sort of puppet and gave the best chance to kill John.

"How does she do that" I groaned.

I hadn't put much thought into it the first ti I blacked out, considering what had been at stake, but now after finding myself blanking out twice in day, I wasn't amused.

Who knows what she did to during this period of unconsciousness, for all I knew the woman had gotten to spew out my deepest secrets.

Before I could ponder so more, a powerful explosion sounded from the far distance, its effect reaching all the way to my position and causing the ground to tremble.

"Echo"

When an image of the happenings in the distance appeared in my head, my eyes widened and Imdiately I stood to my feet.

After getting out of the Hyde Park tunnel and getting into this underground passage, my pursuits of the deceased Secretary had seen running well out of the range of the spell that Bettany and her colleagues had placed over the underground road.

This ant that once again, the Hyde Park tunnel had beco nothing but a black empty spot to my 3d technique, but this ti, as I used it, not only did I find a patch of light in the area where they should have been nothing but darkness, but I also spotted Mike at the end of the passageway I was in.

It was shaful, but the second, my brain registered Mike's presence, before I knew it, I had gotten on my feet and begun running.

"That bad, "I muttered to myself realizing that the presence of Mike had beco a flee-on-sight order for my survival instincts.

"Perhaps, I have actually been traumatized"

It was a daunting thought and a heavy hit to my pride, but I did not slow down my pace, rather I increased it.

The truth might be harsh but it was reality. Mike was a force I could not withstand, facing him would only end up with being turned to paste sa as John.

"What did I even do, to turn him to that."

It took a few seconds of accelerating to get a grip on my mind and then begin reviewing the rest of the 3d model.

It hadn't just been Mike who had stepped into the passageway but also the powerful curly-haired man, and considering the bits of care I held for ninja momma I breathed a sigh of relief that I didn't spot her.

She might be incredible with her lightning blade and her manipulation techniques, but if any of these n were to grab her she would be smoked.

Other than the curly-haired man, there was no one else, and my attention left from him back to Mike, because there was more to him than just his presence.

Mike had lost an arm, his left to be specific and along with that, his left side had been badly burnt and he had several bleeding cuts on his body.

"No way Ninja Mamma made those."

By all rights, Mike should have been lying on the ground in need of intense dical care, yet here he was, on his feet and looking prid for battle.

Moving my attention from the model, I looked at the route ahead of which seed to have no end.

Further upping my pace, I shot forward, paying no attention to how much stamina I burned.

Along the way, I noticed several heavy steel doors high above , most defiantly leading to the world above but I pushed forward because not only were those steel doors difficult to open, but by the ti I blasted them open, not only would I draw the attention of law agents who might by now be aware of the position of the US secretary but I would also draw mike and his team's attentions.

Besides there was a better alternative ahead.

After about two minutes the path ahead of began getting narrower and when it beca wide enough to fit just two people standing side by side, I burst out into an underground railroad.

The air was much stale and it was dark, but before I continued my journey, I checked on the people behind .

"Good"

For as far as 500 tered there was no one behind and with more relaxed nerves I jumped onto the rail track and taking my left went into a jug.

"Why don't underground tracks have bulbs" I muttered as I moved.

Of course, it was because no one other than a train that didn't exactly need to say where it was going was ant to use it, but it was in such tis one began feeling that the world should be a little more considerate of weirdos like him and the possible creatures that walked around these parts.

Having done my best to keep track of my bearing since I found myself in the passageway, by my calculations, behind was Hyde Park train station and ahead could be the Paddington or so other station.

With my initial plan to kill John having been completely thrown into disarray, I was now adapting to the situation and rather than run all the way to the Cambodians as I initially planned, I decided to head a bit deeper into central London and from there board a train which will take towards west London which was closer to the Cambrian mountains.

The English governnt could get wind of the John strokes death any mont from now and I could imagine the world above crawling with the police and military.

Thankfully, Mike's team had won the battle above and while I worried a little at Ninja Momma's fate, I was focused on the bright side of the conclusion which was the big possibility that there was no one to report my presence to the governnt.

Taking off the ski mask, I stored it away and kept moving, my only fear at this point being a train coming from ahead.

This was a real issue and it made up my pace.