Night fell and the streets of Channing were brightly lit.
As it was around dinner time, Ivory Teahouse, which was situated along the shores of Lake Rose, was brimming with diners.
However, a group of unwanted guests suddenly barged into the restaurant.
The man, who appeared to be the leader of the group, was dressed in a tailor-made suit, and had a princely air of aristocracy.
He was none other than Trip Turner, the boss of the Ocean Corporation, who was also the youngest son of the King of the South.
Standing behind the man were his four subordinates-scrawny Wraith, strong-built Steel-face who was wearing a steel mask, chubby and smiling Maitreya, as well as youthful-looking and effeminate Akao.
Bill Zanker, the head of security of Ivory Teahouse, approached the group with a few security guards. With a suspicious look on his face, Bill asked, "What are you guys here for?"
Trip Turner smiled subtly and replied, "I heard that your lady boss, Mary Sharp, is a very attractive woman. Get her here to have a cup of tea with me."
"Who do you think you are? How dare you treat our lady boss like a hostess. Scram now, or else, we will call the police!” Bill yelled angrily.
Trip Turner's face darkened and he instructed coldly, "This dog's barks are getting on my nerves, kill him!"
"Yes, Mr. Turner!"
One of the Fantastic Four, Steel-face, who was standing behind Trip Turner, stepped forward and swung his fist towards Bill's head.
BASH!
Bill's skull split apart instantly and his brains were splattered all over the floor.
The other diners in the teahouse began to scream in horror.
Among the security guards was Bill's younger brother, Wayne.
Witnessing the tragic death of his brother, Wayne's eyes turned red at once as tears started to form. He sprang towards Trip Turner and his group, and wailed, "You killed my brother! I'll avenge him!"
Swish!
Wraith, who was next to Trip Turner, darted out like a phantom, moving at the speed of lightning. He collided head-on with Wayne.
CLASH!
Wayne flew backward from the impact of the collision and crashed onto the floor, with his body littered with bloody holes.
On the other hand, the small and scrawny Wraith was standing firmly on his spot, with a menacing sneer on his face. He was holding a human's heart in his hands, which was still dripping blood.
Wraith lifted his head and opened his mouth before stuffing the heart into it. He seemed no different from a snake swallowing its prey.
How could such a tiny mouth stuff down a whole, raw heart just like that?
The crowd could feel their scalps tingle and their blood ran cold.
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