THE FOOL-Chapter 37: Same Target

I sped off with the truck, gripping the wheel tightly, the sound of the engine roaring beneath the weight of all the women I had just rescued.I forced myself to ignore whatever Kevin was doing back there—whether to the security or the police.I had given him a command: protect me until I get away. That was all that mattered now.

As I drove through the dimly lit road, I spotted a large, well-lit restaurant nearby.It was busy—crowded with people.Perfect.I figured it would be safe enough for the women to seek help here, far from the nightmare they had just escaped.

I pulled over and parked the truck in front of the restaurant.

Without wasting a second, I rushed to the back and opened the doors.

To my relief, they were all still there—huddled together, arms wrapped around one another, eyes wide and teary.But they were safe.

I asked them softly, "Are you alright?"

They didn't speak—only nodded, their faces wet with tears, trembling but alive.I could feel the pain in their silence.

"Listen," I began, keeping my voice calm, but firm."I can't reveal my identity to the public. This is as far as I can help you."

I pointed toward the restaurant beside us, its bright lights shining like a beacon of safety.

"Go inside. Tell them what happened. Ask for help from the authorities. This is your chance to be heard."

The girls thanked me one last time before running off toward the restaurant I had pointed out.

I watched them go—each step they took was a step farther from the hell they had barely escaped.

But I didn't plan to stick around much longer.

There was still the matter of Kevin—the Moon Arcana.

And I was certain that right now, he was furious at me for forcing my command on him.

Just as I turned to leave, something on the ground caught my eye.

A school ID.

I picked it up, thinking it might belong to one of the girls I had rescued.

My breath caught the moment I read the name on it.

Patricia Dala.

The name echoed in my mind.

The very same Patricia that her father, Sir Niel, had been desperately searching for.

The same man who had burned campaign posters out of grief and hatred, crying out for justice that never came.

I closed my eyes for a moment and let out a long, deep sigh.

Finally... finally, she's alive.

At long last, I had something I could bring back—not just justice—but hope.

Suddenly, Phoebe and Lara crossed my mind.

I silently prayed they were both safe—and that Lara's condition had been stabilized in time.

I looked around for a secluded spot where I could remove everything that might link me to what happened that night—the jacket, the gloves, the mask, anything that could serve as evidence of what I had done.

Once I made sure everything was discarded and hidden well,

I took a deep breath...

...and made my way to Phoebe's place.

—Meanwhile, Kevin's POV—

Panting heavily, fuming with rage, and unable to stay still, Kevin sat atop a pile of the bloodied bodies of the police and the venue's security team.

He never expected things to spiral this far.

He couldn't comprehend what had just happened—

One moment he was preparing to confront The Fool...

And in the next, his body was no longer his own.

It was only when control started returning to him that he realized he had been in the middle of a full-blown fight—

Not with The Fool, but with dozens of armed men.

And now, here he was—surrounded by corpses.

Backed into a corner with no time to escape or come up with an explanation,

He had no choice...

But to go all in and eliminate everyone.

He needed to erase all traces—

Because his face had been fully exposed.

His body was brimming with rage and frustration.

The Fool had made a mockery of him during their very first encounter.

But then—

A grin slowly crept across Kevin's face...

And without warning, he let out a loud, maniacal laugh.

He couldn't contain the thrill—the raw excitement rushing through his veins.

Their first meeting had ended in humiliation, yes...

But it had also awakened something in him.

That guy...

That Fool... wasn't ordinary.

Kevin realized it now:

The way he lost control of his own body—

It had to be an ability tied to The Fool's tarot card.

A power that could command someone's mind entirely.

"Interesting..." he muttered to himself, eyes gleaming with obsession.

"This is going to be fun."

Kevin stood up and dusted himself off, wiping away the blood and grime that had clung to him after overusing his ability. Small cuts and bruises stung across his body—but he barely flinched.

He looked down and noticed the corpse of one of the VIPs nearby. Without hesitation, he stripped the coat from the lifeless man and swapped it for his own blood-stained jacket. With a quick tug, he straightened the collar and turned to walk away.

But as he moved toward the exit, something caught his eye again—the severed head of Pastor Jun lying in a pool of blood.

Kevin walked over.

Without a word, he stomped on it.

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Again.

And again.

The head caved under the force of his boots, skull cracking like glass. Then, with cold disgust, he spat on the floor.

"That's what scum like you deserve," he muttered.

His voice grew sharp—filled with venom.

"Truth is... I don't care what filth you people spread in this world.

Do what you want. Destroy yourselves for all I care.

But the moment you dragged my cousin into your twisted games...

That's the moment you sealed your fate."

Unbeknownst to Damon, one of the girls he saved that night—was Kevin's cousin.

And by sheer coincidence, they had both set foot in the same place, on the same night...

Hunting the same target.