Absolute Loser Becomes The Pleasure King Using Satan System

Chapter 44: 44.Channels through heart-2

Before he could react, a brutal punch slammed into his gut, lifting him off his feet and hurling him back into the room.

​Mylo hit the floor and tumbled across the concrete, coughing violently as the sharp, copper taste of blood filled his mouth. Pain radiated through his spine from the collision. Wincing, he pushed himself up to look at his attacker, it was the old bartender, Gando.

​The old man moved with surprising speed, hoisting Mylo up by his collar and tossing him hard toward the desk. The bronze-skinned man casually stepped aside, letting Mylo crash straight into a stack of heavy barrels.

​"Carey! Stay back and watch the door," the bartender barked at the bronze-skinned man.

​In one swift motion, the old man drew a handgun, pinned Mylo to the ground with a heavy boot to his chest, and shoved the cold steel tip directly into his mouth.

​"Those three hand signs you gave me back at the counter, the God’s Triangle," the bartender growled, his eyes murderous. "We only finalized that code last week. Barely a handful of higher-ups even know it exists. So speak up, you little shit,how the fuck do you know about it?!"

​He grabbed Mylo by the hair and yanked his head back violently, forcing the gun deeper against his teeth.

​"Who do you work for?! Who sent you here?!"

I remember making a similar mistake in the past. I only got to know about God’s Triangle in the future, I assumed it was always used, I wasn’t careful about it’s timeline!

Mylo thought to himself, wincing in pain as he struggled under Gando’s heavy grip and the cold steel pressed against his teeth.

"Looks like you’re not going to talk like that, huh?" Gando grunted, slamming a brutal kick straight into Mylo’s stomach.

​Fresh blood mixed with bitter stomach acid filled Mylo’s mouth, tasting vile against his tongue.

Coughing violently, he glared upward through his messy hair at the old bartender.

​Status,Invest all seven stat points into Strength.

​A blood-red interface,visible to no one but himself, flashed into his field of vision.

.....

[NOTIFICATION]

7 stat points used in strength!

Strength(9) > Strength(16)

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A subtle smirk crept onto Mylo’s lips. He twitched his head slightly, signaling that he was ready to speak.

​Gando pulled the gun back from Mylo’s mouth, his grip still tight. "Bark now!"

​Mylo gathered the mixture of blood and spit pooling in his mouth and spat it directly into the bartender’s face.

​"You bastard!" Gando roared. Blinded and enraged, he raised the butt of the heavy gun, bringing it down hard toward Mylo’s head.

​CLANG!

​Mylo threw his right palm upward, striking Gando’s forearm with explosive force and completely blocking the blow!

Gando’s eyes widened in sheer shock at the sudden burst of power.

​Before the bartender could recover, Mylo yanked him forward by his collar while driving a brutal, straight kick upward between his legs. The heel of his shoe connected with Gando’s groin.

​"AGHH!" Gando shrieked, doubling over in agony.

​Mylo gave him zero time to react.

Snapping his arm around, he threw a vicious elbow strike, putting every ounce of his newly upgraded Strength directly into Gando’s temple.

Staggering with a trickle of blood flowing from his temple, Gando half-collapsed to the side. Mylo moved with high speed, lunging forward to snatch the gun falling from Gando’s limp hand.

​Before he could pull himself up, a heavy boot stomped brutally onto his wrist!

​Mylo gasped as the gun was ripped from his grip.

A split second later, a solid knee slammed down into the center of his spine, driving him face-first into the concrete and knocking every last drop of air from his lungs.

​He coughed violently, his chest heaving as he tried to channel his newly boosted strength to break free. But no matter how hard he thrashed, the weight pressing down on his back didn’t budge an inch.

​The bronze-skinned man, Carey, looked down at the struggling Mylo, his golden eyes full of irritation. Turning his gaze toward the groaning Gando, an annoyed frown deepened across his face.

Damn it, even with my upgraded strength, it’s not enough! What should I do? There has to be a way out of this, a way to escape!

Mylo racked his brain, desperately searching for a solution.

​Meanwhile, Carey clicked his tongue in annoyance and lifted his boot off Mylo’s back, flipping him over onto his side.

​"Huh?" A bewildered sound escaped Mylo’s lips, but before he could say another word, he caught Carey’s signal.

​Carey pressed an index finger against his lips, warning Mylo to stay dead silent. He then grabbed the groaning Gando by his collar, hauled him up, and drove a brutal knee straight into the underside of his jaw!

​Gando choked back a agonizing groan.

​What the hell?Why is he attacking his own guy?

​Leaning in close, the bronze-skinned, golden-eyed man whispered dangerously into Gando’s ear. "Now, I’m going to ask the questions, and you’re going to answer-unless you want me to put holes in your body."

​Carey twisted and lifted Gando by the ear, drawing another sharp whimpering groan from the old bartender.

​"Nod if you understand."

​Wincing in sheer agony, Gando frantically nodded his head.

​"Where can I find Marsh?"

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