Yes, my own blood is singing, and there is a will in the depths of my blood, singing a song, a movement.

It's a wonderful feeling, and by listening to this piece, Drake can decipher an ancient memory, through the memory and legacy of the bloodline.

But for him now, this realization will take a long time.

He saw that his appearance in the mirror was changing little by little, this was a complete transformation, and he could be refreshed from the inside out.

"I'm really different from before!"

It was only at this moment that he realized his own transformation, a complete transformation, like the metamorphosis of an insect, which is the sign of individual maturity.

He could feel the power surging in his body after the change, and at the same time, he remembered the moment he killed Duck and his two henchmen.

"Damn, they deserve to die!"

Drake didn't feel anything wrong with pinching Fat Duck's neck at all, on the contrary, he felt a sense of pleasure in executing the right act.

"Not only do they deserve to die, but so do Hudson and the woman!"

People should pay the price for their own wrongdoings.

Drake took a deep breath of excitement, he found what he was supposed to do, perhaps it was a mission given to him by God.

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Hudson couldn't remember what had happened, but when he woke up, his hands and feet were forcibly held to the ground by ropes, and his limbs were pulled to the limit, which ensured that he could not stand up by moving his hands and feet.

He also found that he could not scream, because when a man found that his mouth was stuffed with a large ball of cloth, and his cheeks were bulging, he would realize that he really could not make a sound.

"Woo!"

He tried, but he could only whimper a few times, which seemed to wake no one up in a night like this.

(Last night...... I just had a few drinks with Molly, but I really didn't drink much, Molly, that damn woman, maybe she lied to me. ）

Hudson tried to turn his head, and he saw a familiar face in the hall on the other side of his side, it was Molly, the female dancer who worked in the pole dancing hotel, just like him, held to the ground by rope, with strips of cloth in her mouth, facing herself, desperately trying to convey something, and her eyes were full of fear.

Molly! How could this woman be trapped here?

She's tied up like herself, bastard, who would dare to do this to us?

Could it be those loan sharks, but they have recently paid off all their debts!

Hudson broke out in a cold sweat, he had recently sold his belongings, obtained a lot of money, and had a lot more money, otherwise he would not have run to find his old lover Molly back.

Could it be ...... Is Charlie's grandson knowing that he has money in his hands, and when he sees it, he plans to poison him? The more he imagined this, the more cold sweat trickled down, and even his hands and feet began to feel cold.

At that moment, he heard a sound, like the sizzling sound of a charcoal fire.

He followed the sound and tilted his head, and saw a figure walking towards him.

(Drake, help me untie the rope...... ）

He desperately gestured with his eyes,

The person who walked over was Drake, his face was flat, his face was calm, he didn't look like a child at all, and the most strange thing was that Drake was holding a small stove burning coals in his hand.

"Hudson, you're alright!"

He leaned down and removed the cloth from his mouth.

"Bastard, do you look good at me? Tie me up and untie the rope......"

Hudson scolded.

"What are you still doing in a daze, hurry up! Wait until I come out and clean up you idiot. ”

"No, I can't help you untie the rope."

Drake gave a mocking look that Hudson hadn't seen yet.

He just looked at Drake stunned, and felt that the smile on his face seemed like he had never seen before, it was an indescribable smile, with a creepy feeling.

"Because I tied you up ......"

"You ......"

Damn it! Something this kid wants to do.

"Hudson, haven't you noticed? What's on your belly? ”

Drake's words brought Hudson to his senses, and he realized that his upper body was completely naked, and an iron basin was placed on his stomach, and a small metal bowl was pressed on top of it.

"What did you do, what's under the iron basin? My stomach is on ...... Fack, what did you stuff in it? ”

Hudson was terrified, he couldn't see what the thirteen-year-old was going to do, but he was scared, he could feel a horrible abomination, a hostile entity that was enveloping the space.

Drake crouched down, slapped his face with the palm of his hand, and said with a gentle smile, "It's a mouse, I don't think you guessed, I stuffed a few mice under the iron basin." ”

“…… They made a hole near the basement of the house, and the two rats laid a litter of small mice, and there were more than a dozen of them, and I was annoyed by the noise every day. ”

“…… I hated rats, and I hated furry things, they weren't as good as the creatures of the sea, they didn't have fins, they didn't have scales, and their skin wasn't smooth, so I grabbed them and threw them all to death. ”

Drake said with a cruel smile: "Of course, I am not a cruel person, I gave the remaining rats a chance to live, the opportunity is in this iron basin, next, I will put the cooked charcoal in this metal bowl, I will slowly increase the amount, until the temperature of the metal basin also slowly increases, these rats have no way to escape, the weight of the iron basin is something they can't break through, and then they have only one way, that is, to find a way to make a hole out, just like we did in the basement of our house, you see, For example, digging down, I think a little bit will be faster. ”

"No...... Don't, don't do it?! ”

Before Hudson could finish his words, Drake shoved the ball in.

He wasn't going to give Hudson and the woman on the other side, Molly, a chance, he wanted them to die here tonight.

…… Harmful bugs should be pinched to death.

He looked at the desperate looks of the two of them, and there was a happy look in his eyes.

"Alright, the game is about to begin."

Drake grinned, holding a piece of red-hot coals between his iron tongs and placing it on the iron bowl on Hudson's stomach.

Little by little, he increased the heat of the coals, and admired Hudson's increasingly panicked expression, and this process continued until he screamed and died.