(Samuel's POV)
The warehouse burned behind us, the sll of gunpowder and blood lingering in the cold London air.
One syndicate down.
Three more to go.
Henry leaned against a parked motorcycle, checking his System Status. His golden eyes flickered as he smirked. "We're leveling up fast. Let's keep the montum."
I cracked my knuckles. "Next stop, Crimson Serpents. Where's their hideout?"
Henry pulled up the holographic map again, zooming in on a nightclub in East London.
"They operate from a club called 'Venom Lounge.' It's their main distribution hub for high-end drugs. Politicians, celebrities, and business moguls go there for... entertainnt."
I smirked. "Then let's crash the party."
Henry chuckled. "Damn right."
The club entrance was guarded by two bouncers, their suits barely concealing the guns strapped to their sides.
The line of rich degenerates waiting to enter was long, won in tight dresses, n in expensive suits.
I walked straight toward the entrance, ignoring the line.
The bouncers stepped forward, blocking our way.
"VIPs only." One of them said, looking us up and down.
Henry smirked. "Do we look like regulars?"
The second bouncer reached for his gun.
Bad move.
Before he could even blink, Henry used Celestial Blink, appearing behind him.
With a single snap of his fingers, the bouncer's neck twisted at an unnatural angle.
The first bouncer's eyes widened in horror—but I was already moving.
I grabbed him by the throat and lifted him off the ground. His feet kicked helplessly in the air as he gasped for breath.
"We're VIPs now." I whispered before slamming him headfirst into the pavent.
CRACK.
Blood pooled beneath his skull as the clubgoers scread, backing away.
Henry dusted off his jacket. "Well, that was easy."
I chuckled. "Let's head inside."
The mont we stepped in, we were greeted by blaring music, flashing neon lights, and the overwhelming stench of alcohol and drugs.
Won in revealing outfits danced on platforms, and n in expensive suits whispered dirty deals in dark corners.
This was where London's elite beca criminals.
And tonight?
It was their last party.
The mont we entered, I could sense the corrupt energy of the place.
n high on illegal substances. Won being traded like property. Guards watching us from the upper levels.
A server approached, carrying a tray of expensive liquor.
"Would you like a drink, gentlen?"
I smirked. "Not from here."
Then, without warning, I grabbed the bottle from her tray and hurled it across the room.
The glass shattered against the bar, the alcohol igniting the candle flas—setting the entire counter on fire.
"THEY'RE HERE!" Soone shouted.
Gunfire erupted.
But Henry and I were already moving.
I dodged the bullets with Void Step, appearing in the middle of the room. With a single kick, I sent a man crashing into the DJ booth, cutting off the music.
Henry was a golden blur, appearing behind the bartender and slicing his throat open before disappearing again.
Screams echoed.
Chaos unfolded.
I grabbed a thug and slamd his head into a table, breaking it in half. "Where's your boss?"
The man coughed blood, trembling. "H-He's upstairs! P-Private suite!"
Henry and I exchanged a look.
Ti to finish this.
We kicked open the private suite door.
A man in a white suit sat on a leather couch, a cigar in his mouth. Won clung to his sides, and guards surrounded him.
Damian Voss.
The King of the Crimson Serpents.
He looked at us and smirked. "So you're the ones causing trouble in my club."
Henry tilted his head. "More than trouble. We're here to end you."
Voss chuckled, exhaling smoke. "Do you have any idea who you're ssing with?"
I cracked my neck. "A dead man."
He nodded to his guards. "Kill them."
The guards lunged forward.
Henry moved first, disappearing and reappearing behind one, slicing his spine clean through.
I activated Dragon Fear, my aura erupting—the weaker n collapsed instantly, shaking in terror.
Voss' face paled. "W-What are you?!"
I grinned. "Your executioner."
I dashed forward, my fist crashing into his chest, sending him through the glass wall.
He landed on the burning bar below, coughing blood.
Henry landed next to , smirking. "Any last words?"
Voss gasped, trembling. "Y-You don't understand... Revenant Circle... they... they—"
I stomped on his throat, crushing his windpipe.
"We'll deal with them next."
His body went limp.
Crimson Serpents—eliminated.
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One Step Closer to Ascension
As the club burned, the System Notification flashed before us.
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[SYSTEM UPDATE: LEVEL UP!]
Samuel – Level 104
Henry – Level 102
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Henry smirked, shaking his head. "We're almost there."
I exhaled, watching the flas rise. "Two more left. Let's finish this."
The night wasn't over.
The Iron Fangs and Revenant Circle were next.
And nothing would stop us.
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