As night fell, the lights were on, and Sean, who was enjoying the best service from the Hilton Garden Inn, was sitting in a black sedan driving to a suburban manor, accompanied by a tense Mordo, a black mage in a suit with muscular lines outlined in a muscular body, which could be called a rather intimidating bodyguard image.

Six hours ago, Sean arrived at the booked hotel suite, and won the personal reception of the hotel manager with a generous image of spending money, this young rich man who looked shiny, both in terms of bearing and dress, exuded the aura of a rich man.

The discerning hotel manager can tell at a glance that handmade expensive clothes, shiny leather shoes, and limited-edition watches are in his hands, followed by black bodyguards, demanding the best service in the hotel...... All kinds of performances undoubtedly prove that this young man is worth a lot of money and doesn't care about the money in his pocket.

So when Sean had a sumptuous French meal, he asked the hotel manager vaguely if there was any place to have fun nearby, and the other party was not surprised at all, this kind of rich person is naturally different from ordinary tourists, it is to visit several famous scenic spots to take pictures, and then upload them to blogs or social accounts to satisfy, they need more exciting games.

After receiving the generous tip from the young rich man, the hotel manager quietly withdrew, made a phone call, and about half an hour later, a black Chevrolet parked outside the hotel, and the two sides confirmed each other's identities and safety, and Sean calmly got into the car. As the engine started, they gradually drove away from the hustle and bustle of the city, and the spacious manor house standing in the suburbs was impressive.

From the outside of the car window, you can see that the luxury cars are like clouds, the guests are like rain, and the people who enter and leave this manor are some rich and powerful people, with personal bodyguards with them, and they are dressed in luxurious dresses, as if they have come to attend a grand dinner. Sean was not surprised by this, with an indifferent expression, waiting for the black car to drive into the manor.

A smile tugged at the corner of the young man's lips, and he felt a strong dark aura, like night shrouded in the vast manor, his fingers flicked slightly, and the dim light smeared his eyes, some of the tricks he had learned from the Kama Taj Library.

The horizon faded away from the original appearance of the manor castle, and countless wailing spirits and eerie soul fluctuations intertwined and fused, occupying every brick wall, and those bloody and intense emotions gradually transformed into demonic beings as time grew. As his perception continued to magnify, Sean could still see the wide space below the manor, with obscure shapes that exuded a strong aura writhing and changing, a forbidden circle derived from black magic, used to smelt living beings and draw negative emotions from them to increase their huge energy responses, which should be the work of the blood clan.

"What should we do?" Mordo obviously sensed all of this as well, and asked in a low voice through gritted teeth.

Sean snapped his fingers and had a relaxed expression on his face, "Of course it's to participate in it and party to your heart's content." ”

Entering the manor, eight heavily armed mercenaries stood in front of the metal fence, giving each guest a pure white handicraft mask, one of them holding a card reader in his hand, specially used to confirm his identity, Sean took out the magnetic card in his pocket handed over to him by the hotel manager, and also found that there was no signal here, there should be a special communication signal jammer, as long as you enter the main building inside the manor, it is officially stepping into the shielding area.

Smoothly walked into the metal fence, all the way down to the third floor of the basement, what appeared in Sean's sight was a brightly lit corridor, with more than a dozen metal gates on each side, distinguished guests of different levels were brought into different rooms, and some regular guests directly under the leadership of the person in charge, entered the corridor through the palatial corridor.

"Mr. Siperth, please."

Perhaps because of the raw face, Sean was taken to an elegantly furnished VIP room, the most eye-catching is the huge glass window, the seemingly transparent wall is actually one-way, to provide a more exciting sensory experience for the distinguished guests, it is said that there are many big people, like to watch the torture performance, while the female companion against the glass wall to sprint, in order to get the usual fierce pleasure.

If the guests did not bring a female companion, then the manor could provide this kind of service, after all, for Carrigan, the last thing to do was all kinds of young and beautiful girls, as long as he could afford it, he could find beautiful women of different nationalities and skin colors. For some, it may be a living hell, but in the eyes of the rich and powerful, it is a real paradise of pleasure.

The pitch-black space suddenly brightened, and in the huge iron cage below, a giant werewolf that was nine feet tall roared in the sky, with thick hair, sharp fangs, and an electric shock collar around his neck, and was about to be thrown into the iron cage, several big men, they were armed with shotguns, and a Gurkha saber stuck in the back of their waists, if they won this iron cage fight, they would receive a huge prize of millions of euros, these elite soldiers from war-torn areas or poor countries, are a group of outlaws who are not afraid of death.

The bloody and exciting iron cage fight is just an appetizer, Sean picked up the "menu" with many items on the table, on which there are all kinds of rich activities, such as torture games are just pediatrics, ordinary people are even unimaginable, and it is no wonder that many people call the inside of this manor hell on earth.

Mordo stared out the glass window at the huge iron cage standing in the middle of the arena, the inferior werewolf who could not change its body, kept roaring, and it was injected with a large dose of stimulant drugs for ten minutes to stimulate the beast's desire to kill and increase the entertainment of the game.

"How long are we going to wait?"

The black mage couldn't hold back the boiling impulse in his heart, he looked coldly at the center of the arena to enjoy the audience fighting in the iron cage up close, these rich people with excited faces, as if watching a normal boxing match, shouted and cheered, especially when the werewolf lifted a big man into the air and tore it in half, the fiery atmosphere of the arena reached its peak!

Shotguns large enough to hunt wild boars, bears and other large animals, let out a thunderous roar, the force of close penetration blasted the werewolf's chest into a bloody blur, and the shape of a dog's leg Gurkha saber slashed at the left leg of this crazy beast, these outlaws who are not afraid of death, know that as long as they can get out of this huge iron cage alive, they can get a huge bonus that they can't earn in a lifetime, which is the direct motivation to motivate them to sacrifice their lives and forget death.

The vigorous werewolf rushed in front of a bald man, the shotgun roared, and the mad beast was repelled somewhat, but it still couldn't stop its crazy advance, the ferocious impact put the tiny human against the iron cage, and the whole flesh and blood were embedded with huge force, and the scarlet blood splashed!

The pungent smell of blood hit the werewolf's face, it roared wildly, raised its hand and tore off the human head, this exciting scene directly set off a frenzied cheer, everyone in the arena fell into a state of hot madness, bloody brutal killing, stirring their increasingly numb nerves, this indescribable pleasure, is simply more refreshing than drugs!

"Are we going to keep watching?" Mordo's eyes were red, and anger filled his chest.

Sean stood up helplessly, wearing the pure white mask on his face, and a glimmer of golden light flashed in his empty eyes, he walked over to the special one-way glass, and gently stretched out his palm to press it.

At this time, only the last person was left in the iron cage, he threw down the shotgun that had run out of bullets, knelt at the feet of the werewolf, humbly begging for the last trace of life, while the spectators sitting in the center of the arena shouted "kill him", and the warm atmosphere was accompanied by turbulent sounds, catalyzing the dark desires in everyone's hearts.

Bang.

With a muffled sound, the strengthened glass in the private room above cracked, shards splashed out, and in the faint light, a tall figure wearing a white mask appeared.