Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 1180

Rufus’ POV:

I handed over the red box and lowered the register of my voice. “Here, as instructed. The boss wants it.”

The clown wearing a red box plucked the cigarette from his lips and held it between his fingers as he look the box.

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“Where’s Crane?” he asked, peering at me. “Why isn’t he with you?” I whirled around, belatedly realizing that Crystal was gone. Panic washed over me for one brief second, but I quickly regained my composure. Crystal was a skilled and powerful fighter. No one could have taken her without my notice. She must have found a clue and left on her own accord.

“Well, whatever,” another clown wearing a blue mask interjected impatiently. “Forget about it. That dude likes Sally. He probably went to go and find her. We should leave. We can’t delay any longer.” He got into the car as soon as he finished speaking.

The red-masked man said nothing more but just got into the car.

Worried, I looked back again and scoured the surroundings, wondering if Crystal would somehow reappear at any given moment. “What the hell are you waiting for? Get in the car!” The red-masked clown barked.

I had no choice but to leave the amusement park with them. In any case, I had faith in Crystal’s strength. She shouldn’t be in any real danger.

Even so, I couldn’t help but feel uneasy. I just hoped that this whole matter would be resolves soon. By my estimate, my men would already be on our trail.

The clowns chattered incessantly inside the car, much to my annoyance.

They all sounded like they were in their twenties, and all they talked about was she- wolves and s*e*x.

“Once this batch is taken care of, I’ll have to find a place to relax.”

“Yeah, right. No one’s going anywhere unless the boss gives his permission. Now that the twins are dead, we need to work harder and find new prey.”

“Damn it, it’s all that useless little shit’s fault. Next time, I’ll put nails in the ball. Let’s see how he does then.”

“No, you won’t,” the clown in the red mask interrupted with a click of his tongue. “We don’t have a lot of our signature acts, you know. We can’t have you killing that one, too.” The others promptly shut up, and I could tell that none of them would dare to lay a hand on the ball boy again.

I remained silent and looked out the window. The car was now cruising in the highway.

My mind was filled with Crystal, how she was doing, and if she was in danger. Perhaps she had found a new lead on Arron’s whereabouts… If so, then I should focus on my end and find Lee as soon as possible.

From what I could see, these clowns- especially their leader Lee-had a general aversion to the royal family. Werewolves only pinned their belief on one of two key figures— the Moon Goddess and the Lycan King.

I always knew there was a growing dissent against the monarchy and the caste system among the people, but there were very few who were brave or foolish enough to openly defy the royal family.

Despite myself, I was getting more and more interested in this Lee person. Sometimes, it wasn’t the people who split a nation, but rather, some unrelated, external forces. We just might find other useful information through Lee.

“Hey, guys, we left Sally behind!” one man in the blue mask suddenly exclaimed, sounding a little flustered. “She’ll definitely give us an earful later.”

The red-masked clown merely shrugged “What are you so scared of? A man can take a few tirades from a shrew without losing anything. Besides, Crane went off to find her. For all we know, those two might be hooking up right now. We don’t have the time to waste waiting on their asses.”

The others burst out laughing, and followed it up with their own obscene suggestions and comments. “Crane really hit the jackpot, didn’t he? Sally’s b*oo*bs are phenomenal.”

I frowned under my mask, disgusted by their vulgar words.

Just then, the clown sitting next to me reached out and squeezed my shoulder. “What’s the matter with you? You haven’t said a word since you got in the car. You’re acting strange today.”