Antique Shop Zero: Disfigured School Beauty Becomes a Succubus to Pay Off Debts

Chapter 325, Third Council

Chapter 325 The Thirteenth Council

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone stared in disbelief.

Honestly, they've been with plenty of beautiful and charming women, but who has ever seen a woman who's so roguish and cool to the core?

Superb.

Superb quality!

Even the blue-haired dummy figure unconsciously swallowed.

After fighting for so long and narrowly escaping death several times, he had long wanted to find a woman to relieve his pent-up desires.

Given the current situation, he didn't even dare to go to the slums to find cheap prostitutes, for fear of being spotted by the Flame Master's spies.

The subordinate saw through his boss's thoughts at a glance. He rolled his eyes and whispered in his ear, "We can't let her go. What if word gets out?"

Besides, she's the puppeteer's mistress, what's wrong with us using her?

Even if the puppeteer found out, would he dare utter a single word?

The water mage curled his lips into an extremely lewd smile.

Makes sense.

The subordinate added, "Once you've had your fill, let the brothers relax too."

"We'll probably be hiding here for a long time, so we need a woman to keep us entertained."

The water mage frowned, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes.

He wanted to have this woman all to himself.

If you have to blame someone, blame yourself for meeting them too late. If you had met them earlier, they would have been yours to keep as your own, and there would be no need for the puppeteer.

But when he glanced around, he saw that his men's eyes were burning with greed, each one eyeing him menacingly. He knew he couldn't swallow it whole.

The water mage sighed, "Alright."

This woman was Quinn, who had just returned from the United States.

To be honest, the infighting within the Dark Council left her disheartened.

She never felt a sense of belonging to the organization—Group 13 was her home.

Loyalty to the gang is a required course for street thugs.

Now that the parliament is in disarray, Group Thirteen is bound to be wiped out. Her promise to the previous group leader to "protect Group Thirteen" will probably have to remain unfulfilled.

But things are different now.

With her increased strength, perhaps she can stabilize Group Thirteen.

As for Yang Xiao?

My brother said there's no need to worry.

The one who should be worried is not Yang Xiao, but those who imprisoned him.

Maybe that guy got caught on purpose, he has other plans.

Quinn pushed open the door and immediately saw that the house was filled with messengers of hell.

She recognized many of the masks.

For example, that blue-haired masked man—the leader of the second group, codenamed Water Mage, has always been at odds with the Fire Mage.

After the death of the Dark Councilor, the two are now locked in a life-or-death struggle for the position of head of parliament.

Quinn wasn't stupid; he understood immediately.

The water mage lost and is running away.

Before she could even speak, one of the water mage's henchmen darted over, grabbed her neck, and said with a grin, "Our boss has something to ask you."

Quinn was a little confused.

The messengers of hell weren't this "intimate" before.

Could it be that they need her help to deal with the fire mage?

If my help can secure the water mage's promise to retain Group Thirteen, then it's worth taking the gamble.

But doubt gradually surfaced in her eyes—

She saw several messengers of hell blocking the door, leaning there with their arms crossed and grinning wickedly.

You want to kill me?

No. There was no murderous intent in their eyes, only—greed.

Why not kill me? What's the point of this hunting-like approach?

Quinn was completely dumbfounded.

Forgive her.

Although she is a woman, she has never "been" a woman.

Little did she know that this group was setting up a trap to bully women.

The water mage raised her chin, as arrogant as a victorious rooster: "Stop pretending. If you were the puppeteer's mistress, you would know who we are."

Quinn paused for a moment, then said with a wry smile, "I am the puppeteer."

What a weird mistress.

By the way—in the Dark Council, revealing one's true face is a major taboo.

These people have never seen their own faces.

The water mage was also stunned, looking her up and down.

Everyone else was dumbfounded.

Even if Einstein came, he would never be able to associate the uniquely beautiful woman in front of him with that burly puppeteer.

The water mage rubbed his forehead, revealing what he thought was a doting smile: "My beauty, don't be afraid. We won't kill you, and you don't need to pretend to be a messenger of hell."

Everyone burst into laughter.

Are you kidding me?

First, the puppeteer is definitely a rough and tough guy.

Secondly, even if he were a woman, his voice and body shape wouldn't match!

The water mage licked his lips: "Of course, if you don't want to die, you'll have to pay a price—like your body."

Quinn's eye twitched.

Even the most oblivious person realized what was happening.

These people are mistaking her for their mistress because their appearance has changed.

Her gaze grew colder and colder.

The subordinate who was holding her leaned close and sniffed her hair gently, teasingly saying, "Don't worry, which of us isn't better than a puppeteer?"

"Play with us for a few days, and we'll give you a large sum of money. It's much better than following that brute."

Quinn's eyes had turned ice-cold.

Her murderous gaze swept over her subordinates who were holding her, over the water mage, and over all the men around her who were eyeing her with predatory intent.

She understands that he wants to sleep around with women.

She'd seen plenty of street thugs die on women's bellies.

The question is—if this woman is the woman of one of your own, would you still dare to touch her?

That is an unforgivable taboo.

Quinn smirked and glanced around. "You all want to sleep with me?"

No one expected this woman to be so outrageous.

No one spoke; the wicked smile at the corner of their mouths was the answer.

The subordinate holding her continued to chatter: "Don't be afraid of the puppeteer. That guy may be a strongman for an ordinary person like you, but in our eyes..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

The subordinate's face instantly contorted into a look of agony.

Several strands of spiritual energy pierced his abdomen and silently wrapped around his heart.

He lowered his head, his eyes filled with fear.

Spiritual energy threads —

What are the skills of a puppeteer?

He looked at Quinn in disbelief: "You, you, you really are..."

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Quinn's slender fingers twitched slightly.

His subordinate's heart shattered.

Just as he was about to spit out a mouthful of blood, Quinn flicked his finger again, and the thread of mental energy pierced through his mouth, sewing it tightly shut.

He swallowed the blood back down.

Everyone was horrified and stared intently at Quinn.

The water mage instantly suppressed his lewdness and entered battle mode.

He patted the ram's head pendant on his chest, and several water blades roared out, shooting straight at Quinn.

Quinn walked unsteadily toward the water blade.

With a gentle flick of his finger, the threads of his mental energy, sharp as knives, instantly tore the water blade to shreds.

Water vapor exploded between her and the water mage.

The fog dissipated.

The water mage saw Quinn's cold gaze.

His mouth slowly opened wide, his eyes filled with horror.

The person in front of me—is actually a puppeteer!

What methods did they use to make everyone believe the puppeteer was a man?

None of that matters now, because the other party clearly wants to kill me.

The legend of the puppeteer flashed through the water mage's mind:

As long as you acknowledge her as your elder brother, she will forgive all your mistakes and take you as her younger brother.

He immediately apologized, saying, "I...I was wrong! I'll listen to you from now on, you're like my older sister!"

"I don't need you, you beastly little brother."

Quinn raised his long leg and delivered a clean, sweeping kick to the water mage's head.

The figure was instantly sent flying, crashing into the wall, and slid down, its head already deformed.

Quinn gave a cold, aloof glance to the messengers of hell behind her.

Everyone knelt down in unison, begging for mercy and pledging their loyalty.

Where is the arrogance he showed when he bullied the woman?

They probably remembered the legend of the puppeteer and thought that they would be fine after paying homage to the leader.

The puppeteer was indeed loyal—but she wasn't stupid.

Moreover, these people were clearly bullying their fellow disciple's sister-in-law. This is a grave taboo for brothers.

Quinn flicked his finger.

Strands of spiritual energy, like the claws of death, lunged at the messengers of hell.

One by one, crimson blossoms bloomed between their brows, and one by one, they fell silently.

She made a decision.

What Dark Council? Go to hell!

If you want to protect Group 13, why not be a little bolder?

Slaughter all these people, take their ram's head pendants, and create a new organization.

It will be called the Thirteenth Parliament.

And she is the leader of the Thirteenth Council—the Black Queen.

As for where to recruit people?

simple.

Back when she was working in the neighborhood, she had a group of reliable brothers.

She had always wanted to continue leading them in this line of work, but unfortunately, ram's head pendants were too rare to obtain.

Over the years, she has shared her earnings with them, secretly supporting them.

Those street thugs from back then have now become the bosses of their respective neighborhoods.

If they all become members of the Thirteenth Council, it would mean she controls the entire underground force.

By then, she will be able to share the burden with her brother.

Just as she was about to finish off the last of the hellish messengers, the man suddenly screamed, "I know something about shadows!"

Quinn knew who he was talking about, Yang Xiao.

She abruptly flicked her finger, abruptly retracting the deadly thread of mental energy, and said coldly, "He's in prison. What do you know that I don't?"

The messenger of hell scrambled along, shouting, "I used to be an undercover agent for the fire mage, but actually I was a water mage's spy!"

Before the Civil War, I saw the Flame Master find a glove in the Speaker's room—the Glove of Shadows!

As long as you don't kill me, I can help you—

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Before he could finish speaking...

The threads of mental energy severed his head.

He stared at Quinn with disbelief in his dying breath.

It turns out that the puppeteer was not as kind-hearted as the legends suggested.

He is loyal and righteous, but that doesn't mean he isn't ruthless.

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