Feeling the warmth on his face, Moro didn't answer Allison's question with words. Instead, he leaned down and captured her red lips.
A while later, their lips parted.
They looked at each other, and although Moro didn't say anything, Allison was the first to blush and throw herself into his arms.
A girl on the cusp of womanhood, always prone to blushing, this was also the most beautiful aspect of a girl - no makeup needed, yet more beautiful than any makeup.
After understanding each other's feelings, the giant stone in Allison's heart finally fell. She affectionately held Moro's arm, feeling extremely sweet, as if she had eaten Christmas candy.
The two leaned against each other, chatting as they walked. After walking around the area, Moro sent Allison back home. It wasn't time to reap the rewards yet!
Finally, with Allison's reluctant kiss goodbye, Moro drove back to the town.
Next, he had to preemptively kill that cult leader, he couldn't allow him to threaten Allison and the others. If that little bastard was also a problem, he would take care of him too!
After all, judging from the movies, that little bastard was like a born evil seed, incapable of telling right from wrong, and ultimately wiped out Allison's entire family.
Back at the hotel, Moro shed his custom-made suit and changed into a gray trench coat and blue shirt, paired with a flamboyant red tie.
This attire was similar to Constantine's in the TV series, but his was custom-made, matching his physique and appearance, the aura and style were just off the charts.
Sometimes, the John of this world would even plagiarize his fashion sense to attract female attention.
To this, Moro simply said, John can plagiarize the outfits, but he can't plagiarize his looks and charm!
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After tidying up his attire, Moro left the hotel with the receptionist's starry-eyed gaze.
When he reappeared, he was already standing outside the dilapidated factory in the movie.
Just then, the phone in Moro's inner pocket rang.
Upon checking, it was Penelope calling. Moro directly pressed the answer button, and Penelope's bewitching voice, like that of a cat's purr, came through.
“Boss, I'm here. The phones in the shop are about to explode!
Dozens of callers want you to take action. If you don't come back to Washington, I feel like they're going to live in our shop and never leave!
Also, Heather wants to talk to you, she's right beside me.”
Moro chuckled.
“You're here, that's fine. Get along well with Heather, she's not a bad person, easy to get along with.
As for those callers, tell them to wait if they're not dead yet. And if they want to stay in the shop, it's at least $10,000 a night, not a penny less!
Give the phone to Heather, I have something to tell her.”
Washington, a luxurious oceanfront villa.
Penelope, dressed in casual home wear, handed the phone to Heather, who was holding a glass of red wine, wearing a black lace nightgown.
“Heather sister, the boss wants you to answer the phone.”
“You, I told you to just call me Heather.”
Heather tapped Penelope's cheek, smiling helplessly, then took the phone and affectionately shouted.
“Darling, since Pep is already at home, I'll go to you today?”
Moro: “Is the school matter settled?”
“Almost, Nicky will help me finish the rest.”
Heather effortlessly passed the pressure onto Nicky.
Out of guilt towards Heather, Nicky also accepted without complaint, staying at the school to help Heather complete her academic tasks!
After all, she enjoyed things only Heather could enjoy. If Nicky didn't compensate Heather, she'd feel guilty herself.
Hearing Heather's words, Moro couldn't help but laugh.
“Doesn't that mean Nicky has to do two academic papers?”
Heather giggled, “She stole my food while I was sleeping, so this is her punishment. It's for her own good!”
“Good, since you have it all arranged, then come by car. I'm currently in Derion Town, not far from your old home in Dublin. Come straight to me, there's a surprise for you when you arrive.”
After a few more intimate words, Moro hung up the phone.
I wonder if Heather will be shocked when she sees Allison later!
Seeing that the sky was getting dark, Moro quickly hid his figure, casting a basic invisibility spell before entering the dilapidated slaughterhouse.
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One hour ago, in the dilapidated basement of the slaughterhouse.
The place was full of small, partitioned wooden rooms. Originally, it was used for slaughtering pigs and processing pig offal.
From the iron hooks, rusty with blood-red stains, you could tell how many pigs they had once hung there. But now, these hooks were holding living people.
Contrary to Moro's guess, there were not only women but also a few men, all about seventeen or eighteen years old, virgins.
Virgins should have pure souls, and so do virgins. Although seventeen or eighteen is the age of male restlessness, when all sorts of yellow junk is studied.
But without sexual intercourse, it's still a pure soul, something that some demons particularly enjoy!
At this moment, a man in a black hooded cloak, with a strange physique, led a wooden-looking little boy into the place.
The boys and girls, originally with lifeless eyes, hanging and waiting for death, excitedly whimpered when they saw the two.
But their mouths, gagged with a gag, couldn't make much noise.
At this moment, the desperate whimpers of these young men and women sounded like a symphony to the ears of the gloomy man, a twisted smile appearing on his pale and grotesque face.
“Hahaha, listen, listen to the whispers of these pure souls, what a beautiful sound. I think my Lord will also love this beautiful symphony!”
“Little devil, I don't know why my Lord made me bring you back specifically, but watch closely, how I offer a sacrifice to my Lord!”
The neurotic, gloomy man, stretched out his right hand, which had transformed into a blood-red demon claw, picked up a butcher knife, and slowly approached the lambs to be slaughtered.
“Poor lambs, your master hasn't brought you protection, so embrace the bosom of my Lord Satan!
Heeheehaaa!”
“Puchi!”
With a stroke of the knife, the head of a Haki Black teenager, with a terrified expression, fell to the ground, spraying bright red blood onto the iron bucket below him.
The other young people still alive were terrified, frantically swinging their bodies, trying to escape this hell on earth, enduring the pain from their ankles pierced by the iron hooks!
But seeing these terrified youngsters, the gloomy man didn't feel any mercy, instead, he swung the knife in his hand even more vigorously.
“Puchi, puchi, puchi…………”
Several more terrified heads, like cutting leeks, were easily chopped off by the gloomy man.
The smell of blood instantly enveloped the entire basement.
Those who were still alive were so scared that their eyes were about to pop out, their bodies struggled even harder.
But their bodies, already starved for two or three days, even if they burst with their potential, could they really change anything?
The gloomy man looked at the three remaining girls, handed the knife in his hand to the wooden-looking child behind him.
“Go, prove your worth, these three lambs are yours to slaughter!”
His stern tone was like teaching a student.
The wooden-looking child didn't feel anything after hearing this, but he lifted the knife in his hand.
“Yes, that's it, go and kill them, kill them!”
The neurotic voice echoed in the basement. The child, holding the butcher knife, with an innocent and naive expression, stabbed a girl in the throat without hesitation.
The scalding blood, along with the girl's unwilling gaze, constantly stimulated the child's nerves. A normal child would have been scared to pee his pants and cry out loud after experiencing this.
But this child, who had just killed a girl, wasn't scared at all, but instead licked the warm blood that had splashed onto his lips with a wicked smile.
Seeing this twisted scene, the gloomy man laughed, laughing from his heart.
“Good boy, go on, go hunting!”
With his voice, the child, with a twisted smile on his lips, took the pointed knife and stabbed the last two girls in the neck.
After collecting ten buckets of blood, the gloomy man poured them all into a large barrel. He placed the barrel full of blood on the trolley with one hand, then led the child towards another room.
This place looked fairly neat, but the smell of blood in the air was even stronger than that in the slaughterhouse.
The gloomy man lifted the blood off the trolley, looked at the inverted pentagram magic array engraved on the ground, and looked up at the skeletal Satan image he had pieced together with human bones and sheep skulls. Finally, he praised Satan a few times in his heart.
Then, he began to perform this month's sacrifice ritual. Once this sacrifice was completed, he would truly become a demon, this was the power Satan bestowed upon his apostles!
After a lot of trouble, the gloomy man re-carved the grooves of the magic array. Because there was so much blood, he even helped the wooden-looking child carve the same magic array.
After finishing this, he motioned for the boy to enter the other magic array, while he stood in his original magic array. After getting ready, he poured half the blood into the groove of the array and the other half into the boy's array.
Once the blood filled the array, a strange red light appeared in the room.
Seeing this, the gloomy man began to frantically praise Satan's stinky feet, using all sorts of praise words.
Finally, after reciting an ancient incantation, the skull hanging on the wall had red hellfire in its eyes.
Then, a muffled voice from the second world, the endless abyss of hell, echoed in the ears of the man and the child.
“Who is calling upon the great King of Hell!”
Upon hearing this domineering voice, the gloomy man was as if he had heard a heavenly sound, his legs went weak and he knelt on the ground.
The child in the other magic array, however, smiled strangely, as if the soul within him had changed.
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