Chapitre 30: Hooligan Noble

Furious and flustered, the shadowy figure's clenched fists trembled, their anger palpable even in the dimly lit space.

For a brief moment, the figure hesitated, their breathing heavy and labored. They glanced around cautiously as if seeking an escape or maybe a strategy to turn the tide in their favor.

Meanwhile, Lawrence carefully observed every minute movement and savored the sensation of having gotten under the figure's skin.

He realized that to confront a figure cloaked in such mystery, he needed to prod harder.

"Where are you looking, cowardly ugly-looking blind person?" Lawrence mocked, a smirk dancing at the corner of his lips.

"I'm over here and not there or even over there. Can you even hear me though?" He waved his hands around, seemingly testing to see if they could see him.

However, things seemed to have gone awry when the shadowy figure suddenly stopped its trembling, returning to a tranquil phase.

"Sigh, you're one hooligan noble, so listening to you is just a waste of time. Now hand over the item, otherwise, there'll be no mercy." The shadowy figure demanded, its aura seemed to have changed.

It was now emitting a terrifying murderous aura, a stark contrast from its earlier aura that was a bit mild but had hostility in it.

'Shit, provoked it too much and now it's seriously trying to kill me.' Lawrence thought to himself.

Pretending to be scared, Lawrence covered his chest with his arms and screamed, "No, don't violate me. I'm too handsome to be violated by you."

At first, the shadowy figure thought Lawrence finally realized he had messed with the wrong person, but the moment he opened his damn foul mouth, the shadowy figure realized it couldn't be any more wrong.

"Go to hell, you hooligan noble!" The shadowy figure shrieked in fury.

Lawrence was somewhat amused when this person managed to repeatedly lose their composure, prompting him to have some gist of the situation already.

"I'm a hooligan, but am I still a hooligan if I hand you this?" Lawrence mused, taking out the glass container that he had used to place the parasite in.

Upon the appearance of the parasite, the figure was somewhat astonished.

'As expected, the parasite has been extracted, but how?' The figure was unable to determine how and what kind of method Lawrence had used to extract the parasite.

With an increased perception, it was able to tell the host was still alive, meaning the parasite was forcefully extracted and unable to do anything.

It started becoming wary of Lawrence, seemingly realizing they had underestimated his ability immensely.

Meanwhile, Lawrence calmly tossed the glass container up and down.

"Hey, don't be in a daze already. I'm still waiting for a response. This is what you're looking for, right?" Lawrence chuckled softly.

"Just because you're a noble, doesn't mean you're safe completely. If you know what's best for you, then hand over the parasite." The figure said coldly, extending their hand out.

It was a clear gesture that it expected Lawrence to simply return the parasite, and that was what made it hilarious.

"Geez, if I'm willing to taunt you repeatedly and confront you directly. Does it look like I'm afraid of you or whoever's behind you?" Lawrence stored the glass container back in his pocket as he flashed a cold glint in his eyes,

Void of his previous humorous and carefree behavior, he was now emitting a solemn aura. It was somewhat suffocating and the figure was stunned by the abnormal change.

The figure didn't even have time to comprehend the situation when it realized Lawrence had vanished from the rooftop.

Surprised, the figure sensed an impending danger from behind.

Alas, it reacted a bit too late and Lawrence had struck his palm against its back. The palm struck caused the figure to turn 180 degrees, and Lawrence narrowed his eyes and struck at its chest.

Some ribs cracking sound could be heard as the figure was sent flying backward.

The figure quickly vomited a mouthful of blood from the impact of crashing on a wall.

It was furious, but not for the fact of receiving a strike from Lawrence. Instead, it was from another factor that it realized Lawrence had deliberately done.

As for what it is?

Lawrence was glad to answer that question to keep anyone from guessing.

Making small movements with his hand, which resembled an action groping of an object, Lawrence smirked wickedly.

"Sheeesh, I was wondering why you get agitated easily, especially when I mentioned appearance. But it seems like this little rat is a woman after all." Lawrence grinned, sniffing his hand as if he was smelling the chest of the mysterious figure.

The figure remained silent, but Lawrence could tell he was correct.

Otherwise, the figure wouldn't have reacted so fiercely, and now that he had somewhat taken advantage of her while inflicting damage, Lawrence was positive she would definitely get revenge.

Women, once angered, would remember their grudges forever. Hence, offending a woman could possibly be the worst thing a man could do, except for him, of course.

Lawrence was not those losers that would be afraid of repercussions.

In fact, Lawrence was looking forward to meeting this figure again, given he was sure of her next action.

"You'll pay for this for messing with us." The figure wiped off the blood from its mouth and threatened. "Dabbling into something you cannot afford to offend is your greatest mistake ever."

After saying that, the figure was prepared to leave, except she managed to hear Lawrence's next statement.

"Alright, if you're going to run like a loser for being incapable, then just run. What's with the statement as if you were the winner huh?" Lawrence waved his hand, almost as if he was ordering a stray cat to get out of the way in annoyance.

The figure, or an unknown woman now, merely made a 'hmph' sound and exited the vicinity. It was clear that she knew her limitation and that today, she was unable to snatch back the parasite.

As the figure seemingly disappeared from the scene, Lawrence shouted, "Hey, I'll be looking forward to your revenge. After all, it was nice touching your chest, so maybe next time, you'll strip those clothes of yours and let me inspect it."

Right after he finished saying that, Lawrence sidestepped and narrowly avoided a magical arrow that landed next to him.