CHAPTER 401: CHAPTER 401: IF YOU MUST HATE, HATE MAXWELL VANCE

Not wanting to touch her wasn’t because she was dirty, but because he was trying his best to control the impulse in his heart. This woman had a strange power; any man who got close to her would irresistibly want to possess her. This was probably the force of the love poison.

Vincent Vance would soon come over to die, and under no circumstances could he let this woman ruin his entire plan.

May Morgan looked at Logan Vance in a panic, then desperately leaned back further, not daring to speak and anger him again.

Seeing May Morgan behave obediently, Logan Vance finally turned around and called for someone to bring over a small bottle. May Morgan took one look and saw it was the same peculiar patterned bottle as last time.

"Be good this time, I don’t want your life. If you dare mess around, don’t blame me for being rude!"

After saying this, Logan Vance ordered someone with a knife to come to May Morgan, then pulled over her wrist and mercilessly slit it open.

To prevent it from happening like last time, Logan Vance’s subordinate immediately poured medicinal powder from a white porcelain bottle onto May Morgan’s wound after opening her wrist.

May Morgan only felt a sharp pain that made her hand tremble. She didn’t know what the medicinal powder was made of, but once poured onto the wound, her hand couldn’t heal for a long time.

The blood kept dripping out. Seeing her bright red blood flow, Logan Vance’s eyes instantly filled with greed. He hurriedly instructed his subordinate to collect May Morgan’s blood with the small bottle.

As May Morgan’s blood dripped into the bottle, the originally plain small bottle started to undergo strange changes, with black smoke suddenly emerging from within, looking eerily strange.

As May Morgan’s blood continued to drip into the bottle, the smoke emerged from the opening became more intense. The dark smoke seemed to have a soul, circling once in the air before suddenly enveloping the person holding it.

"Aah, help me!"

Accompanied by a scream of utter horror, the man engulfed by the black fog suddenly fell to the ground, rolling around in apparent agony.

The rest of them had never seen such a sight before, each one shocked stiff, only able to watch helplessly as the man surrounded by smoke cried out in pain beneath their feet.

In less than a minute, the man on the ground stopped moving, and the cries gradually faded.

The smoke slowly rose from the man’s body, completely exposing him to everyone’s sight. The rest glanced, nearly scaring their courage away.

The companion, who was standing well just a moment ago, had now been drained by something unknown into a dried-out corpse. The shriveled fingers and skull with hollow holes warned them with danger, signaling them to run quickly.

"Help, help!" These people were originally temporarily hired by Logan Vance for a job, not knowing much about him. Seeing their companion turned into such a state, they were instantly frightened with cold sweat, all scrambling toward the warehouse exit.

However, before their steps could reach the warehouse entrance, the smoke swirling in the air quickly floated to the door, blocking them forcefully inside.

May Morgan, already unfazed by the unfolding events, watched as those men, faces filled with panic, were surrounded by the eerie black smoke, unable to escape. She quickly shouted to them, "The culprit is Logan Vance, the bastard! If you just control him, you can save yourselves!"

After May Morgan’s reminder, the men originally panic-stricken suddenly cooled down a lot. They all looked over at Logan Vance, wishing they could kill him immediately.

Logan Vance remained calm as he watched them, as though their life and death were settled, not needing any worry.

"You bastard, it’s all your fault. We’ll fight you to the death today!" The leader reacted quickly, rushing toward Logan Vance, intending to fight him to the death.

But Logan Vance didn’t take him seriously at all. As soon as his foot moved toward Logan Vance, the black smoke in the air swiftly enveloped him, completely surrounding him.

"Ah, help—!!" The piercing scream sounded again, chilling everyone to the bone. The men, previously ready to act, immediately stopped in fear, unsure of what to do.

Soon, yet another terrifying dry corpse appeared on the ground. Looking at his handiwork, Logan Vance proudly threatened everyone, "I don’t wish to kill too many people today. If you obey, I will spare you. Otherwise, this man’s fate will be yours!"

He pointed to the two men already turned into dry corpses on the ground and harshly scolded them.

The group of people had long been scared witless by Logan Vance’s terrifying methods, each one not knowing what to do: attack him and be unmatched, or not attack and wait to die like the two dry corpses on the ground?

Seeing hesitation in their eyes, Logan Vance further explained, "When the thing in my bottle was released earlier, it required someone’s blood and flesh as a sacrifice. However, it won’t kill indiscriminately. You are hired by me; I have no need to kill all of you. Obey, and I will spare you. Otherwise..."

"W-we understand, we won’t do anything..." Seeing Logan Vance’s sinister gaze, everyone had been scared soul-less, almost begging for mercy.

After finally settling the subordinates, Logan Vance suddenly turned and slapped May Morgan hard on the face, gritting his teeth as he scolded, "You damned girl, if you talk again, I’ll beat you to death!"

May Morgan was dazed from the hit, too afraid to speak again, obediently shutting her mouth.

Seeing May Morgan obedient, Logan Vance turned to pick up the bottle from the ground, faced the smoke in the sky, and silently recited a few spell words. The smoke seemed to hear some kind of summon, obediently shrinking and returning into the bottle.

Logan Vance contentedly sealed the bottle, tucked it into his pocket, showing clear signs from his pleased expression that he was particularly interested in whatever was inside the bottle.

"What exactly is in the bottle?" May Morgan couldn’t help but ask again, seeing his face looking like he had completed a major wish.

"You want to know?" Logan Vance sneered, raising his wrist to look at his watch, then eerily said to May Morgan, "If you’re lucky enough, I’ll wait for you in Crestwood and give you the answer there!"

After speaking, he took something out from a box beside him and stuffed it between May Morgan’s legs.

"W-what did you stuff there?" May Morgan asked in horror, seeing the item shoved between her legs, her face instantly changed color.

The item was small, just a palm-sized box, completely indistinguishable from the exterior what it was for, however, there was a small clock on it.

Is it a timed bomb?

May Morgan was dazed for a moment. When she realized, Logan Vance had already grabbed her and hung her by her bound hands on a hook in the middle of the warehouse, suspending her halfway.

"This also comes from Maxwell Vance, who hopes you go to hell. But I’m still nice to you. Considering we were once acquaintances, I won’t let you die. This timed bomb will explode in another half an hour. If I calculated correctly, Vincent Vance will be here in ten minutes at most to rescue you. How’s that? I’m still treating you quite well, right?"