"That's impossible!"
"Heh."
Locke looked at Cordelia, whose mind was completely shaken and whose face was written with pure disbelief. The corners of his mouth turned up once more.
"Then what if I tell you that your husband, this Hank Fox, already has his hands stained with the blood of nineteen witches?"
Cordelia raised her head.
Her husband, Hank Fox, was hanging in midair like a sausage, swaying back and forth. Under the faint illumination of the moonlight, the voodoo serpent tattoo on the back of his hand was clearly visible.
This...
Hank?
How could that be.
Cordelia's eyes flickered, and the look of sheer disbelief on her face grew even more intense.
The next second.
Cordelia looked at Locke, but after opening her mouth, not a single word came out.
There was no other reason.
Locke had absolutely no need to deceive her.
She wasn't stupid.
Seeing this, Locke dropped another heavy bombshell. "Then what if I tell you that besides your scent, your husband also carries the scent of another witch on his body—a dark witch, to be precise?"
Cordelia's gaze instantly became incomparably sharp!
Yes.
This Hank Fox seemed to be a total scumbag.
The reason Locke hadn't killed Hank Fox right away was because he smelled Cordelia's scent, but at the same time, he also smelled another witch, and a dark witch at that.
And then...
Locke felt a distinct sense of familiarity.
This was freaking *American Horror Story: Coven*!
Immediately after, Locke suddenly had a bold idea.
He needed to complete his quest.
And if he wanted to complete this quest once and for all, it was nothing less than making the witch dimension, Salem, awaken once more. Of course, it had to awaken under his influence.
And in the Coven, Cordelia seemed to be the next Supreme Witch.
Right at that moment.
Locke raised his head and looked outside.
Over there.
The aura of a dark witch was rapidly approaching.
The next second.
With a loud boom!
Kaylee, who possessed long fire-red hair, directly appeared inside the warehouse. She landed, then looked at Cordelia inside the warehouse, as well as Locke not far away.
Locke looked at Kaylee with great interest. Having dealt with Blackheart, the Prince of Hell, a few times, he could tell at a single glance that the Kaylee in front of him had signed a contract with a fire-attribute demon.
Dark witches mostly signed contracts with evil spirits and demons from the Hell dimension.
Kaylee raised her head to look at the upside-down Hank Fox, then looked toward Cordelia and Locke. She let out a disdainful laugh, thinking that her affair with Hank had been exposed. "Cordelia!"
"It's you?"
Cordelia frowned. As the headmistress of the witch academy, even though she was a witch, it didn't mean she didn't interact with other witches. Naturally, it wasn't surprising that she recognized Kaylee.
But...
Seeing this, Cordelia completely believed the fact that the Kaylee in front of her was the homewrecker. "Why?"
"Why what?"
Kaylee smiled at Cordelia. "You don't understand Hank at all, but *I* do!"
Cordelia: "..."
Locke, standing not far away, felt like he was watching a melodramatic soap opera. Frankly speaking, he had originally thought he would get to see a scene of the legal wife tearing the mistress apart.
Then again, do witches tear into each other this politely?
Locke looked at the time on his watch and let out a yawn. Forget it, if he couldn't see it, so be it. It wasn't early anymore. Back at the hotel, there was still a guy waiting for him to deal with.
"Alright..."
"Didn't you find one for yourself too?"
Before Locke could even finish speaking, Kaylee's gaze suddenly snapped onto him, and then she looked back at Cordelia, seemingly understanding why Cordelia wasn't furious.
"So, we're even. Though, you're enjoying yourself far more than I am. Finding such a pretty boy... how is it, feels pretty good, right?"
Cordelia's brow furrowed tightly.
The next second.
Kaylee narrowed her eyes. Like a furious tigress, she thrust her right hand straight toward Locke. "There is no place for you to speak here!"
Boom!
A burst of flames instantly materialized in Kaylee's hand, and then, with a sharp whistle, it flew straight toward Locke...
"Pop!"
"Wh... ugh!"
Locke directly slapped away the fireball flying through the air. In an instant, he appeared right in front of Kaylee. Extending his right hand, simple and brutal without any flashy or useless moves, Locke—who had always treated men and women equally—directly pinched Kaylee's neck. He lifted her high up, narrowing his eyes.
"You want to kill me?"
Held by the throat, Kaylee's eyes constricted violently.
*Crack.*
"..."
Locke slightly loosened his right hand. Instantly, Kaylee—whose body went completely limp, her head tilting to one side—dropped to the ground with a thud, kicking up countless specks of dust.
Boom!
The moment she hit the ground, Kaylee's entire body suddenly burst into spontaneous combustion, and a layer of pitch-black fire erupted from her.
"Roar!"
The fire demon that had signed a contract with Kaylee and had been enjoying her offerings all this time felt Kaylee's soul descending into Hell. Furious, it utilized the pathway opened by Kaylee's soul to rush up.
"Who killed my—"
Locke, who had switched to his Zero form, looked at this fire demon that had rushed up with a completely expressionless face.
"Tha—"
"Boom!"
The fire demon looked at the figure crackling his knuckles in its line of sight. Filled with absolute terror, it turned around without a single backward glance and dove straight back into Hell with a loud pop.
There are no secrets among demons.
Therefore...
After Blackheart was violently beaten down twice in a row by the exact same person, Zero's portrait had already spread across the entire Hell dimension.
Seeing this from the side, Cordelia was also a bit dumbfounded.
That was a Grand Duke-level demon.
Just like that?
Cordelia stared at the mistress, Kaylee, who had fallen to the ground, utterly incapable of even resurrection, having completely turned into a pile of ash. She raised her head to look at Locke, who was turning around.
Locke opened his right hand. With a heavy thud, Hank Fox, who was hanging upside down in midair, violently snapped awake. Before he could even recover his senses, his neck once again obediently landed right in Locke's hand.
"Witch!"
"Damn witch!"
"You all deserve to die."
Hank Fox was being held by Locke, but his integrity didn't bend in the slightest. Even if his voice needed to be squeezed out, it still didn't delay him from expressing his inner thoughts.
Behind him, Cordelia felt utterly terrible listening to Hank Fox's words.
"Cordelia."
"Hmm?"
Hearing Locke call out his wife's name, Hank Fox's eyes shrank slightly as he was held by Locke.
How is that possible.
How could he possibly know?
Locke's right wrist slowly rotated, and subsequently, Hank, who was held like a ragdoll, and Cordelia, who stood on the spot, finally met each other's gaze.
"Under normal circumstances, I only kill one person a day."
Locke spoke, looking at Cordelia with a smile. Like sharing a gift, he hoisted Hank forward. "This one, will you help me kill him?"
"What?"
Cordelia snapped out of her daze, looking toward Locke. "You want to kill him?"
Locke shrugged. "Putting aside the fact that he made a move against me, he is a witch hunter. He has already killed nineteen witches. You might be soft-hearted enough to let him off, but if he finds out you're a witch, do you think he will let you off?"
Hearing this sentence, Hank, who was struggling fiercely in Locke's hand, felt as if a current had passed through his brain. He looked at Cordelia in front of him with utter disbelief.
"A witch?"
The next second.
Hank suddenly caught sight of the remnants of an accessory within the ashes not far away from the corner of his eye. His entire being went completely numb. "Kaylee... Kaylee..."
Cordelia also felt terrible.
Damn it.
I haven't even divorced you yet, what the hell do you mean by this? Are you treating me like I don't exist?
Locke, playing the ultimate wingman, dealt the final blow.
"She wanted to come save you, so I killed her."
"Fuck!"
"..."
Hank's legs pedaled like he was riding a bicycle, his face flushed crimson as he glared at Cordelia in front of him. "You damn degenerate couple! Witches are all promiscuous, damn it, I should have killed you back then—"
Before the words could fully leave his mouth.
Hank Fox, who had been struggling like a crab in a hot pot a second ago, suddenly went completely silent.
Cordelia stared at Hank Fox, who was held in Locke's hand with his head tilted back. One second he was spitting saliva everywhere with all kinds of foul language, and the next second, he instantly went quiet, the light in his eyes gradually vanishing. Then, with a dull thud, his neck went completely limp. Her eyes couldn't help but constrict.
*Thud!*
Like Kaylee, Hank Fox was released from Locke's hand. Falling onto the floor with a heavy thud, he likewise kicked up countless specks of dust.
"My apologies."
Locke retracted his right hand, stuffing it back into his pocket. "He could insult you, but I will not permit his insults toward me."
What do you mean by degenerate couple?
Damn it.
I have a girlfriend.
The super academic god of New York City, the beautiful academic god of Midtown High, the Student Council President's assistant, the tenth-grade student assistant, exceptionally stunning, fair-skinned, beautiful, and possessing an outstanding temperament—Gwen Stacy herself.
Granted...
Cordelia possessed a sort of mature, older-sister beauty.
Locke also appreciated it quite a bit.
But appreciation is appreciation, and liking is liking.
Locke was a man with a household, and he was currently passionately in love. Doing something like cheating behind his girlfriend's back, which could easily earn him the reputation of a scumbag, was something he would absolutely never do.
It was still that same saying.
"Me, a scumbag? How could that be!"
If being a scumbag was his destiny, then Locke—who had never believed in destiny and possessed the title of 'Destiny is Mine'—preferred to break that destiny.
One person, one lifetime, one couple.
That was the kind of love Locke pursued. Just as he had promised Gwen, he wouldn't sign a prenuptial agreement.
Right now?
The trivial matters were resolved.
It was time to talk about serious business.
Locke smiled as he looked toward Cordelia. "So, Cordelia... wait, let's not call you Fox anymore. Change back to your original surname. This scumbag isn't worth it, wouldn't you say?"
Cordelia looked at Hank, who was sprawled on the ground with his eyes wide open, written with pure malice. She fell silent for a long moment, then looked toward Locke.
"What do you want?"
The corners of Locke's mouth turned up!
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