The Hunt Continues

(Samuel's POV)

The warehouse burned behind us, the smell 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 momentum."

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… entertainment."

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, women in tight dresses, men 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 pavement.

CRACK.

Blood pooled beneath his skull as the clubgoers screamed, backing away.

Henry dusted off his jacket. "Well, that was easy."

I chuckled. "Let's head inside."

The moment we stepped in, we were greeted by blaring music, flashing neon lights, and the overwhelming stench of alcohol and drugs.

Women in revealing outfits danced on platforms, and men in expensive suits whispered dirty deals in dark corners.

This was where London's elite became criminals.

And tonight?

It was their last party.

The moment we entered, I could sense the corrupt energy of the place.

Men high on illegal substances. Women 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, gentlemen?"

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 flames—setting the entire counter on fire.

"THEY'RE HERE!" Someone 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 slammed 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.

Time 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. Women 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 messing 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 men 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 me, 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 flames 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.