Carnal Immortal-Chapter 275: Dead

Old man Darren is still in shock, as he can’t believe he got his shit rocked by a single slap from Megan.

Sure, he is old, but he still outweighs her by fifty kgs. For her to knock him on his ass shows just how strong she is.

His cheek is still burning. As he begins coming back to his senses. The rage inside him starts to flare, his blood starts to boil, at it bursts out like a volcano.

"THAT FUCKING BITCH!!! HOW DARE SHE FUCKING SLAP ME!!! I AM GOING TO FUCKING KILL HER!!!" He shouts.

He would have cursed at Megan some more, but his words got stuck in his throat as he saw a man walk up towards him.

The man is wearing an oversized jacket, motorcycle gloves, and a motorcycle helmet with a mirror visor on it, which completely covers his face.

Old man Darren gets confused seeing the man approaching him.

"Who the fuck are you, and what do you want?" Darren asks as he tries getting his old ass back to his feet.

His old bones ache as he struggles to his feet, but he does it anyway. Patting his pants to get the dust off, he looks at the man wearing the motorcycle helmet, who still hasn’t moved from his spot.

He just stands before Darren, staring at him.

"The fuck you are looking at?" Darren questions, but the helmet-wearing man just stands there, continuing to stare at Darren. But if one has great situational awareness, they can notice the helmet-wearing man’s whole body is shaking, and one of his hands is hidden inside a pocket.

This is not a good sign.

Seeing that the helmet-wearing man has no intention to talk, annoys Darren.

"Do you think this is funny? Mother fucker!" Darren shouts as he takes a step forward, trying to intimidate the helmet-wearing man with his size. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

But the helmet-wearing man continues to keep his mouth shut.

"Are you dumb? Speak, mother fucker!" Darren says and starts shoving the helmet-wearing man’s shoulder, forcing him to take a step back, but the helmet-wearing man still keeps his mouth shut.

"I am getting tired of you, you mute. Start talking or I am going to beat the living shit out of you. You don’t know who you are messing with," Old Darren says.

Usually, he wouldn’t try to get physical because of his age, but his anger is beyond the boiling point because of what Megan did to him, and this helmet-wearing man keeps pushing his buttons even more.

"How dare you..." the helmet-wearing man finally speaks. His voice, muffled from the helmet over his head.

"What the fuck did you say?" Old Darren asks as he shoves the helmet-wearing man again.

"How dare you fucking touch my goddess..." the helmet wearing man says.

"Your goddess? Who? Megan? Hahahaha, your goddess? Are you one of those losers who put a woman on a pedestal? Hahaha, I never thought I would actually come across a loser like you," Darren bursts into laughter as he hears the helmet-wearing man call Megan is goddess.

"Megan is your goddess, right? So listen to this, mother fucker. I am going to make your goddess get down on her knees and force her to choke on my cock. I am going to make her my personal bitch!" Darren says, shoving his finger into the helmet-wearing man’s shoulder.

"AAARRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!" the helmet-wearing man suddenly screams out loud in a fit of excessive rage and moves his hand.

Darren’s eyes widen with shock. First, he feels something cold on his stomach, immediately followed by warm liquid flowing down his stomach. Then comes the shearing pain.

The helmet-wearing man twists the knife he just plunged into Old Darren and pulls it out, pulling out some bits of flesh and guts along with it.

Old Darren stumbles back clutching his stomach. He looks down and sees that his hands are bloody. Blood has completely drenched his shirt and pants.

He looks up at the helmet-wearing man in shock again, and before he could even scream, the helmet-wearing man charges at Darren.

He tackles Darren to the ground and starts plunging the knife into Old Darren’s chest over and over again.

Darren couldn’t even scream in pain before death took him. But the helmet-wearing man didn’t stop. He continued to stab Old Darren’s lifeless corpse over 50 times, making a mangled mess out of the old man’s body.

Now covered in blood, the helmet-wearing man gets back to his feet, breathing heavily as he looks down at the mess he just made.

There is blood everywhere.

The reality of the situation starts to hit him. The helmet-wearing man panics as he looks at the knife in his hand.

When he saw Old Darren touch Megan, and seeing him try to hurt Megan, uncontrollable rage took over him, but before he could do anything, Megan managed to save herself and left.

But his anger didn’t quench, so he approached Old Darren to confront him, but when he heard Darren say that he would make Megan his bitch, it crossed the line.

His goddess is already in the clutches of an evil beast. He cannot let a filthy ogre get his hands on her as well. He had to do what he had to do.

He had to get rid of this ogre. So he did.

After the panic settles down, he looks at his mess once again, and a new feeling arises inside him. One of sheer ecstasy and excitement.

’I saved my goddess,’ he thought. This is the reason for his ecstasy. Not because he murdered someone in a fit of rage, but because he got rid of someone for his goddess.

’I need to get out of here,’ Megan’s stalker thinks, and gets out of there.

Soon, Old Man Darren will be discovered by one of the office workers, and all hell will break loose.

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As Amon is driving his way back to his house, his face carries an expression of surprise and amusement.

"Who would have thought he would end up like this, hahaha? I thought I had to step in and personally take care of him, but it looks like the dog did his job. Now I will have to deal with this dog," Amon says with a smile as he looks at Old Darren’s mangled corpse.

Now, one less problem to deal with, which Amon didn’t even care much about, as Megan really didn’t need much of his help to deal with this old man. She is incredibly smart, and now also has enough strength to deal with a man if things get physical.

"What should I do today?" Amon wonders, as he has a lot of options to choose from. Maybe give Claressa a visit. Or Stephanie, as he can see that she is craving him. Or maybe he can hunt for a completely new prey.

After giving it some thought, Amon decides to try something new, something to mess with a certain someone.

Amon takes a different turn from the one that would take him back home. He drives towards the beach.

After driving for half an hour while enjoying the drive, Amon arrives at a beachside resort.

A great place to meet beautiful women in very little clothes.

Amon drives into the driveway, and his car immediately gets the staff’s attention as only rich people can afford a car like his.

Although most of their patrons are high-end, not everyone drives around in cars as expensive as Amon’s.

Amon stops right before the resort’s entrance.

A valet rushes up to his car and waits for Amon to get out. The valet gets surprised as Amon gets out. His towering and big frame makes the valet feel intimidated, but he keeps his composure.

He looks at Amon’s face and feels jealous, seeing how handsome Amon is.

’Some people just have everything, I guess,’ the valet thinks. Not only is Amon rich, seeing the car he is driving, he is also big, strong, and handsome.

The valet could imagine just how many girls must have thrown themselves at this man before him.

"Here," Amon says, handing over his car key to the valet and entering through the resort’s front entrance.

Amon is immediately greeted by a warm, elegant, and majestic feeling as the resort’s lobby is designed with grandeur in mind. Amon expects no less, as this resort is marketed toward the elites of the world.

Amon walks up to the receptionist and finds a very beautiful young girl with brunette hair in a sexy, small uniform.

The resort clearly is trying to appease all its customers by hiring good-looking people. Amon also sees a young, handsome man beside the girl for the female patrons, but he doesn’t give a shit about that.

His eyes are on the girl before him. Even though he is not here for this girl, he is not going to leave without having a taste of this one.

The receptionist girl, who was having a very boring day, immediately perked up as she saw Amon walk towards her.

Her eyes widen, and her heart skips a beat as she looks at Amon. She has never seen a man as handsome as Amon ever. Not even her co-worker, who is a very good-looking guy, can compare to the man before her.

"Welcome to Paradise Grand. How can I help you?" She immediately puts on her most elegant pose and her most beautiful smile as she greets Amon.

"My name’s Amon. I should have a room reserved," Amon says.

"Give me a second, sir. I will get right to you," she says, and checks for Amon’s name in the system, and she immediately finds it.

When she looks at the room that is under Amon’s name, her excitement skyrockets.

Today is her lucky day.