RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 165: Short Break

The bastard Mike made no follow-up after sending my brain on a roller coaster.

Delivering a literal bone-shattering kick to my side, he continued in his sprint running past me and disappearing to god knows where.

Mike's kick had me speeding and rolling over the ground with careless abandon and when I slammed my palm to the ground and pushed myself to my feet, I found myself all alone.

"Where is he" I questioned looking around and then coughing out thick black blood, I fell to my knees.

"I've been critically injured."

Wobbling on my knees, my body threatened to fall over but I held firm.

Within my gaze, I could spot a few people in the distance rushing towards me, their uniforms which identified them as law agents helping me sober up a bit.

[High-grade healing potion -23000PSDP]

Downing its content, I fell to the ground and through a blurry gaze watched as several people came around me, someone even ripping off my shirt.

I tried to conjure up a thought but it was just too difficult.

In the midst of the police, the last thing I felt was comfort and with all my might I fought off the darkness clawing at my eyes.

Soon two additional people came to my side and judging by the gloves and masks they wore, they seemed to be medical professionals.

At some point, I found myself somehow lifted up, the sky above me going past and then I was placed inside some kind of white box.

"Oh an ambulance" I thought to myself watching as a man and woman hovered over me and a syringe was lifted and brought down on my arm.

"That's the worst. I hope the potion fights it off."

Whilst being moved by the ambulance, I lay in dread of the sedative I had been given taking effect, and then at some point, I found my eyes opening wide and the sounds blaring around me coagulating into understandable speech.

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"His ribs and arm have been badly broken, his lungs punctured with the possibility of his heart having been injured quite high."

That was the first sentence I made out as I regained awareness of my surroundings and looking at the brunette in a green tracksuit who had spoken, I lost any sort of attraction to her.

"Those injuries will explain why the potion took so long."

I gave myself 20 more seconds to rest before going to work.

I would have preferred using the Malevolent shrine, but with the driver to worry about, I conjured an attack composed of fear and released it on the two inhabitants in the back of the ambulance with me.

First, I hit the girl, making her pass out with a horrified expression, and then I did the same for the man before he could rush to the aid of his companion but to my surprise, he only fell on his butt with a frightened expression.

"This bastard"

Before the man could let out a word, I sat up and with a lightning chop knocked him out.

Looking to the front, I saw that the driver was still unaware of what had happened in the back and I got to my feet.

Getting to my feet, I flexed my once broken arm nodding my head in satisfaction but as I took a step forward, I found myself wincing and grabbing my side, my eyes going over my naked chest, hovering over my left side which had turned black.

"Guess I'm not fully healed."

Considering that after kicking me, he had sped away, I could only conclude that Mike hoped to get me in the hands of the police or worse off send me to the hospital.

"A sort of imprisonment"

Rubbing my still sore side and wincing at the bit of pain from the wound in my back, I launched a kick forward, sending the back of the ambulance flying open and not wasting a second jumping out of it.

Considering my critical situation, the ambulance was moving quite fast and as my feet touched the ground, I immediately fell into a roll.

Against the hard tar of the road, my skin scrapped and ground, several cars swerving by as they dodged me and the second I got some stability, I pushed myself to my feet and sped away from the few eyes of the public.

Moving in between bushes and alleys that hid my figure, I didn't stop running till minutes later when I happened on a street filled with residential houses and there, I sought salvation.

...….

"Not too tight" I muttered, stretching my arms in the black shirt I had put on.

Descending the stairs of an old-style British house, I took in a long sniff of the peaceful air that circulated through it.

Walking into the living room, I ignored the pair of husband and wife who were conveniently passed out on a long couch and picked up a laptop on a table in the middle of the room.

I switched on the laptop, typing on it for several minutes as maps and images of locations popped up on the screen, news and images of the Four Season Hotel and its interior being frequently clicked on.

I moved to images of central London, then to those of Park Lane and checking the time after a while, stood to my feet.

Cleaning up my trails on the machine, I returned it to its previous position and looking around the house to make sure everything was in order, I exited through the back, well not before grabbing a cap and putting on a coat.

"They shouldn't think much about missing, some clothes and a ski mask."

"To blend in, I had given my outfit an entire change, putting on brown boots, a blue shirt, a blue cap and a large black coat.

Though I wasn't really peeved by the weather, I had to act like I was.

With the number of holes in my plan, breaking into someone's house for some resources had been on the table.

I hadn't expected to have to initiate this move, but after getting really messed up by Mike, I needed somewhere to rest and heal, take a bath and gather more info.