BLOODY LOVE'S
Chapter 72's

“Ah, you were just bluffing,” Wallace said, now his gaze turned calm, suspicious.

“Who said?” Marco rests his right foot on his left foot. His eyes gave a look of judgment. “How about I say, has something to do with rituals and mysticism?”

The rhetorical question was uttered in a threatening low tone. Wallace's face immediately turned murky. His shoulders slumped down. The man first still seemed to want to talk, but then just put his face in the fist, then cried bitterly.

Marco looked at it with wonder.

Actually he was just bluffing. He had not managed to open the pendulum medallion, which now certainly still kept Rolan. He handed it to Rolan this afternoon for investigation. The matter of the blood ritual was also only heard from Rolan, but the doctor had not returned or called to report to the extent of his research. Seeing from Wallace's reaction now, Marco began to dare to move forward.

“This obviously has something to do with the disappearance of the people in Bjork, right?”

Marco tried to talk as slow as possible. Seeing Wallace not changing position or reacting, he thought his voice was too slow. Marco opened his mouth to repeat his sentence with a more dramatic effect as Wallace raised his face and roared even louder in tears.

Marco pulled his head back. Backs attached to the seat back. He scrunched his eyebrows, never liked to see a man who displays his emotions so vulgar. Even if they were just the two of them in this room, it was still that their status was two strangers. Marco always thought that a real man should stay calm, regardless of what he was feeling. Showing emotions is not forbidden, but certainly not as vulgar as Wallace. Just this time he saw a man weeping roaring in someone else's house, when there was no funeral. He had just not liked the young man who served as Director of the Archive Center, but now his feelings turned to disgust. Wallace is absolutely disgusting.

“Say, the blood of those missing people .. everything is clear for this barbaric ritual, right?” press Marco again.

“You already know, you already know everything.” Wallace said in a roar. “How can? How can you open it? You can't use it!!"

The fat man lunged forward, making the glasses and bottles roll over, then broke. Marco lifted both of his feet up the chair while shifting away. Wallace's body hit the back of the sofa beside Marco. “Relax, Mr. Wallace, we can talk about it.”

“You don't understand! You open it and you know! What do you see?!” Wallace's round head is red like a tomato. It's still roaring, crashing. The shards of glass sliced through the skin of his hands, but Wallace did not care, as if he did not feel any pain. His face was red and teary.

Marco quickly jumped to the side of the window, grabbing a bronze display as a weapon.

George opened the door because he heard a noise. At the same time, Wallace lunged at Marco.

George opened the door because he heard the sound of screaming and breaking. Marco did not forbid him from entering, so entering the living room did not violate any orders at all. What he saw in the room was truly shocking.

Wallace got up from the sofa, lunging forward towards Marco who swiftly dodged to the side, letting Wallace's round head hit the window glass hard. Not until it breaks. The window panes in the house were deliberately ordered that were of good quality and solid. Like wild animals, the impact did not make Wallace tremble or dizzy. He turned swiftly to strike again. Both of his hands stretched forward like they were about to claw.

George grabbed a wooden display on a nearby nightstand, then threw the object in front of Wallace's feet, making the man stumble and fall. Marco smashed the bronze trimmings he carried into Wallace's arm.

Wallace let out a loud scream, clutching his wrist as he rolled around on the floor. Marco scrunched his face in disdain, then kicked Wallace's temple without hesitation. The fat man instead held his head, his movements weakened and stopped. Before Wallace could recover from his dizziness, Marco had already pulled off the thick curtain from the window, then spread it over Wallace, like a hunter throwing a trawler.

George did not have to wait for orders. He walked over, helping deftly to snatch up the clumps of fat that were still in revolt under the ring of a thick dark blue curtain. Wallace moved to and fro under the curtain, thrashing.

“Call Hans and Gerald. Phone also Rolan, make sure he comes soon,” Marco command quickly. His face was satisfied.

George did as soon as his master ordered. Hans and Gerald were in two different places. Hans and the workers took care of the livestock while Gerald had just returned home collecting money from some tenants; the Argent family owned a lot of land and houses that were rented to people in Bjork.

As soon as Gerald and Hans get the info that their employer snatched up a troublemaker alone, the two rush home. When he reached the living room, only Marco was seen standing next to a strange mound covered in curtains. The living room was a mess like a broken ship.

“Where's the screw-up, Mister?” exclaimed Gerald with a breath of breath. His eyes stared at the mound of cloth angrily. “Dia?”

“Yes, he is still not calm,” Marco said, “I am old, can not handle it alone. Take this son of a bitch to my workroom. I have something to ask.”

When Hans and Gerald opened the veil of cloth surrounding the mound, the two gasped in shock at the identity of the man called ‘bedebah’ by their employer.

Director of the Archive Center in Bjork, Wallace. Glamorous men are stocky, but never short of women or money. No one knows Wallace in Bjork. Even Gerald and Hans knew the man. The two looked at each other in surprise, while Wallace curled up his body while crying.

“I die, I must die,” murmured Wallace while sobbing.

“No, you just got kicked and bent a little,” said Marco ketus.

“You don't understand!” Wallace got up, as if to strike Marco back. Hans and Gerald swiftly held the man, each blocking one arm.

“Don't mess around, Mister,” said Hans growled, “Nobody can get close to Mr Marco as long as we're here!”

“If you dare to move a finger just a little, your hand is crushed,” threatened Gerald, now completely do not use polite language after seeing Wallace's attitude to Marco.

“Let go of me!” Wallace. “Let me go! I need to talk! You shouldn't have taken that necklace! That you can't have! That's dangerous!” her crying.

“Danger?” Marco was interested. “Maybe only danger to you. But me? I'm Marco Argent. No danger can come to me.”

Wallace laughed blandly. “That vanity will prey on you alive, Sir! Will be eaten alive! People can rule over one or two groups, but this time, even you won't be able to escape! You will also disappear and become its prey!”

The final scream was slightly swallowed by the sound of the door clapping open. Rolan roared in, gasping. Her cheeks were slightly red from running, her brown hair was disheveled. He looked at Wallace in shock, then moved on to Marco, then back to Wallace covered in tears and snot.

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