Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight
Chapter 1176 Capture
Crystal’s POV:
“Okay, that’s enough.” The red-masked clown didn’t want to spend any more time here. Looking at his watch, he said, “It’s almost five o’clock. Everyone, let’s pack up and prepare to leave.”
Several clowns began following his instructions. A few of them put the twins’ body in a black plastic bag, while others put the ball boy in an iron box.
After packing up, the pink-masked clown cleaned the bloodstains on the floor. When she walked by the clothes rack, Rufus quickly tugged me back to avoid being discovered by her.
A few minutes later, three or four werewolves wearing blue masks arrived. It seemed like they had come to help move the body.
“Just find a place to bury it. We don’t need to waste any time on it,” one of the blue- masked clowns whispered.
The red-masked clown heard it and shouted, “Are you a moron? Such a fresh corpse has valuable organs that can be useful. We should utilize everything we can. Creating another product like this will be very expensive.”
The blue-masked clown shrank back and remained quiet. He signaled the others to carry the body out.
“Some of us are leaving now, and the rest of you will stay back to clean up here,” the red-masked clown ordered and told others to carry out the iron box containing the ball boy. Then he also rushed out.
The others left one by one, leaving only two werewolves in blue masks to clean up the scene.
Rufus and I exchanged a nod and walked out of our hiding place.
The two clowns didn’t give any reaction when they spotted us, probably too surprised. They eyed us blankly as they clutched the mops in their hands.
“Are you guys here to enjoy the amusement park rides?” The one wearing a grey shirt was the first to react. He watched Rufus and me suspiciously.
The other one, who was dressed in a white sweatshirt, quickly realized that something was wrong. He shifted the mop in his hand, holding it like a weapon. “How long have you been here? What did you see?”
“We have seen everything.” Rufus snorted, and his intimidating presence made both the men retreat a few steps.
I didn’t have the patience to converse with them. Grabbing one of them by the collar, I demanded, “Where did you take the disabled kids?”
The man swung his mop at me and fiercely replied, “Since you have seen everything, we can’t let you live!”
With a sneer, I said, “Try me!” Just as I was about to swing at him, Rufus pulled me behind him and shielded me with his body. “Let me handle this.”
Both the clowns spun around and pulled out large machetes from the gap between two tables, swinging them in Rufus direction. He lightly dodged their attack and positioned himself behind them in a flash, aiming a kick at one clown’s leg and grabbing his weapon.
The other clown quickly changed tactics and turned to attack me.
I snatched up a broom from the floor and hit it on his head, kicked his wrist, and then seized his machete.
The clowns weren’t skilled fighters and were only trying to scare us with their weapons. Without them, they quickly folded. Rufus and I could subdue them in just a few moves.
Rufus tied up their hands and feet with ropes and flung them to the ground. They had already started begging for mercy.
I was afraid of creating too much noise and attracting unneeded attention, so I shut the dressing room door.