My crazy Cultivation Path

CHAPTER 111

Escorted by Vito, Darlius, Aconé, Hikiri, and Dina.

Were witnesses to the hideous island where they had just set foot.

An odor of blood so present in the air that they could only look at each other.

Macabre spectacles. People reduced to slavery, whipped out in broad daylight. Corpses of slaves left on the ground.

Sexual abuses in the middle of the street. Children beaten by several adults at once.

In this grim setting, each of them felt outraged, disgusted by what they saw.

But what disturbed them the most were Vito’s reactions, congratulating every person committing one of these acts.

..........

A few meters later.

They stopped in front of what looked like an inn.

Follow me.

Said Vito, gesturing to them.

Inside, everything seemed normal, unlike outside.

Vito approached the reception desk, where a young girl was half-asleep.

Bam!!!

Vito slammed the table hard, snapping her out of her sleep.

As soon as she saw Vito’s face, her gaze dropped to the floor.

Tell me, Nuya, do you want me to send you back to Rezu?

Vito yelled, shooting her a dark glare.

Nuya began to tremble, remembering the last time she had seen Rezu.

Not wanting to relive such a nightmare, she threw herself to her knees, tears overflowing from her eyes.

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Sorry, Vito. Sorry, Vito. Sorry, Vito. Sorry, Vito. Sorry, Vito. Sorry, Vito.

She whimpered in a tearful, trembling voice.

But another person could no longer stand this macabre spectacle. Dina started walking toward Vito, intent on killing him.

She was stopped dead in her tracks by Aconé and Hikiri. Preparing to yell at them, she saw their clenched fists and veins bulging on their foreheads.

They too wanted to stop what was happening. But they couldn’t afford to act recklessly.

Crouching down, Vito placed his hand on Nuya’s shoulder and began to squeeze it.

Why are you crying? Did I hit you? No. So why are you crying at my feet?

Vito breathed.

Standing up, fear in her eyes, Nuya forced herself to stop crying. She greeted her four guests.

.......Welcome to our inn. I apologize again for this embarrassing spectacle. May I ask how many rooms you would like?

Overwhelmed with extreme pity, the four members had to use every ounce of their self-control not to jump on Vito.

One room will suffice, with dinner for the next two weeks.

Darlius replied.

Well, when you’re in the middle of the act, don’t forget to call me. I find your companion very attractive.

Vito remarked in a perverse tone, his gaze ogling the entirety of Dina’s body.

Aconé, who was displaying a self-control that surprised even himself, felt he had to kill this person right now. But he was cut off by Darlius, who bowed slightly and said:

I won’t forget to call you, dear Vito.

In a cheerful voice, a smile on his lips.

I’ll be waiting with great pleasure for your call, Darlius. Unfortunately, I’m a man expected elsewhere.

He replied, leaving while openly staring at the lower part of Dina’s body.

Dear Nuya, can you take us to our room?

Darlius asked, his voice half-trembling, forcing a smile.

Leading them to their room, Nuya was surprised that none of them tried to rub against her.

But she wasn’t blinded by hope. Others had already dangled that hope in front of her. The result: either she fell asleep and woke up surrounded by several naked men, or some didn’t even bother to drug her, telling her they loved seeing her beautiful face filled with fear, brimming with tears, gripped by despair.

Here it is.

She said, opening the door for them.

Thank you. You can go now.

Hikiri replied.

But remembering Vito’s glare, Nuya said:

..... I forgot to mention it. But if you feel any urges, any at all, you can call on me. Or on various other young girls. Or men, for the lady.

No. No. No. I assure you everything is fine. You can leave.

Darlius replied, slamming the door.

Waiting for her to leave, no one spoke. But the atmosphere in that room was so tense.

Hearing Nuya go downstairs, Darlius peeled himself away from the door. And all the anger he had been holding back showed on his face.

Listen to me carefully. I don’t care about good or evil. But be sure of one thing: every member of the Payo clan on this island will die. Within the next two weeks.

Darlius roared, hatred in his eyes.

Each of them had a different way of showing their hatred. But there, it could be read in every one of their eyes.