Cat Plays with Mouse (1)

At this moment, Coleman, the subject of his brother's prayers, only felt annoyed.

He did not know why he had run into the fool he had swindled last time in this pathetic little town.

Twitching his lips, he cast a subtle glance backward.

Sure enough, several dark shadows were leaping and weaving across the rooftops.

These were the subordinates of that "fool."

They belonged to the Sko Family.

Sko, a mid-sized mafia family.

It had existed for over five generations, spanning three hundred years of history.

And this "fool" was a subordinate of the younger son of the current family head's brother.

A person who was... dispensable, yet capable of wielding a small portion of that massive machine's power.

Coleman had simply been interested in the Sko Family's gold.

He had concocted a ridiculous lie to get close to that younger son.

But clearly, the younger son had no interest in treasure and did not care at all about the information Coleman had leaked.

However, that subordinate had been very interested.

Naturally, he had taken the bait.

And just as naturally, he had gone to the supposed location of the treasure only to find nothing at all.

From then on, he had inexplicably held a grudge against Coleman.

Whenever they met, he would try to take a vicious revenge on him.

Coleman could not understand this at all.

So what if I tricked you once?

You then used that fake information to trick your own family head, didn't you?

In the end, you were scolded by your family head.

What does that have to do with me?

If you're upset, go take revenge on your family head!

Feeling a headache coming on, Coleman suddenly slammed on the brakes.

With a sharp stop, he turned around and retreated.

Most of those chasing him were thrown off balance by their own momentum.

Coleman had no intention of killing them; he did not want to provoke a mid-sized mafia family at his age.

It was too dangerous and unnecessary.

With a blank expression, Coleman spoke, "There's no need to throw your lives away for a fool."

His eyes were cold; Coleman wanted to end this boring game.

He was thinking about how to make them die quietly without anyone suspecting his own family.

Yet, he still had to offer some words of persuasion.

What if, just in case?

Today was not a good day for killing, after all.

Having already killed one small fry, Coleman thought this without a ripple in his heart.

Looking at their menacing, even mocking eyes, Coleman sighed.

Fine, it was time to work for free again.

"Come on, baby!"

Raising his voice slightly, Coleman said with a smile.

"Let's slowly enjoy this game."

"Relax, it will be over soon."

It sounded like a recitation, yet also like an invitation.

Coleman bowed slightly, his mouth curling upward.

"The real game of hide-and-seek is about to begin."

His blood-red eyes flickered incessantly under the moonlight.

Like the playful gaze of a vampire, he looked at those fearless, ignorant insects.

Hiding his true intentions deep in his eyes, the corners of his mouth lifted.

Opposite him, the group of men looked at one another.

Tsk, he's just a brat, what is there to be afraid of?!

With a fierce glare, he lunged forward.

Yet, the moment he made contact with Coleman, his pupils constricted.

Something was wrong; the tactile sensation was off.

Sure enough, the figure in his eyes shattered like an illusion.

It dissolved into specks of starlight and vanished.

"Hey, what are you guys doing? Our playground is over here!"

From the distance came the child's shout. The leader whipped his head around, only to see a white shadow standing far away.

Without a second thought, the man in black grew irritated.

This insect actually dares to toy with me?!

Though his anger burned, he remained calm, waving his hand to signal his subordinates to pursue while he followed behind.

His men nodded at the order and darted off at high speed.

The leader, however, stayed put, scanning his surroundings, terrified that this kid might be using a diversionary tactic to escape.

He didn't believe that the brat who had been scurrying away in terror just moments ago would suddenly grow so bold.

Either he had reinforcements, or...

The kid was planning to run!

After chasing him for nearly half a year, there was no way he would let this white-haired brat get away!

He narrowed his eyes, searching with meticulous care.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up. Just as he expected!

Three thin threads were strung between two trees, their ends trailing off toward the forest he had just come from.

However, it was in the opposite direction of where the voice had just originated.

It was toward the north side of the woods.

He scoffed inwardly, feeling triumphant.

Look at that, your little tricks weren't enough to fool me, were they?!

He was nothing but a wet-behind-the-ears brat.

What other tricks could he possibly pull?

Believing he had outsmarted his prey and accurately pinpointed Coleman's location, the leader remained unhurried.

With a sinister grin on his face, he followed the threads toward the direction he deemed correct.

You're dead this time, kid!

Hidden in the jungle, Coleman watched with blood-red eyes, gazing coldly at the prey walking step by step into the abyss of death.

One had to remember, the jungle was the territory of beasts.

How could a group of ignorant insects dare to be so reckless?

How could they dare to step into a spider's domain so carelessly?

Especially when they had watched, with their own eyes, as this spider returned to its territory long ago.

He looked up at the crescent moon in the sky and grinned.

Very well, he could film a set of performance art this time.

He would call it, "Dinner Hanging in the Jungle."

Watching the "materials" who didn't know the meaning of death as they barged into his maze, Coleman felt very happy.

It was time for arts and crafts.