Their Punching Bag Became The Storm novel Chapter 119

1 Likes

Chapter 119 Poisonous Bugs

Chapter 119 Poisonous Bugs

This person is definitely not as simple as he seems, Whitney thought.

Whitney pulled herself together, her moves becoming sharper and more aggressive.

She had a single, clear target.

She went straight for the masked man’s face.

Let’s see who you really are behind that mask, Whitney thought.

The masked man realized what she was after and quickly covered his face.

He kept searching for an opening to get out of the courtyard and make a run for the forest, hoping to lose Whitney.

Whitney knew that the moment she spotted him, his first instinct was to get out of there.

He was clearly afraid of being discovered.

But when he realized she wasn’t letting up, he started thinking about silencing her for good.

However, during the chase, he realized that if things really got physical, his identity would definitely be exposed.

So, the masked man had no intention of continuing the fight with her.

But this was a lead about her mentor going missing.

Whitney wasn’t about to let this slip by. No way she’d let him go that easily.

Her gaze grew colder; the icy look in her eyes was enough to send chills down anyone’s spine.

The masked man’s brows furrowed as he locked eyes with Whitney, a stare so fierce it made his skin crawl. He felt a cold shiver run through him.

‘This little bitch is seriously tough to deal with, he thought.

He couldn’t stick around any longer.

The longer he stayed, the more likely he’d be discovered.

He thought, ‘I didn’t expect

that old bastard actually had such an exceptionally talented disciple hidden away.

‘She must have purposely left her aura in the formation to lure me in, trying to trap me like a rat in a cage.

‘No wonder, she really was trained by that bastard.

‘She’s as sly and ruthless as he is.‘

His eyes

At the

He

out

moment, Whitney’s punch came flying toward him.

snort.

he produced something from his sleeve and flung it straight at Whitney’s face.

cold snort sharp and piercing, raspy like metal scraping against a rusty saw.

BAC

Whitney could make sense of that strange noise, a flash streaked right in front of her eyes.

Her alluring eyes narrowed, and in an instant, she caught sight of a transparent bottle.

Inside, something inky–black was squirming and wriggling.

Whitney felt a chill run down her spine.

In a split second, her slender fingers snatched a silver needle from her pocket, in time.

The needle shot straight at the glass bottle.

The bottle shattered on impact.

In the instant Whitney snatched the needle and shattered the glass bottle, the masked man melted completely into the shadows, disappearing without a single trace.

Whitney’s brows furrowed as she stood in silence, watching where the masked man had disappeared for a few seconds. Without hesitation, she headed straight for the shattered glass bottle lying on the ground.

Among the shattered glass, a silver needle was embedded in the ground, flickering with a strange light and a hint of eerie purple glow.

The tail of the needle still quivered.

Chapter 119 Poisonous Bugs

The tip had nailed a tiny black bug about the size of a fingernail right into the dirt.

Under Whitney’s gaze, the bug squirmed desperately for a few seconds, then finally went completely still.

Suddenly, the silver needle started turning black almost instantly.

With a sharp crack, it snapped in half.

Whitney’s heart skipped a beat; her eyes fixed on the scene.

This silver needle was custom–made for Whitney by her mentor, using special materials.

It was indestructible and immune to all toxins.

Yet this tiny bug was able to corrode her needle with its venom.

Luckily, she had reacted quickly.

If that bug had landed on her, she wouldn’t have lasted a minute.

‘That masked man isn’t good at fighting. He actually raises these deadly things!‘ Whitney thought.

After thinking it over, Whitney went to her mentor’s room and grabbed a medicine bottle.

She put the bug into the bottle.

She had to bring it back to Prestige Manor and really study it. She needed to find out exactly what kind of poisonous bug this was.

In a society that was all about science and law, there were actually people out there raising these creepy bugs that could kill someone without a trace.

If people ever found out about this,

chaos. Everyone would totally freak out.

But now, it was clear that the masked man definitely had something to do with her mentor’s disappearance.

The reason he showed up here was probably that he realized someone had broken in and wanted to see if it was her mentor or any of the other disciples sneaking around.

So he came to investigate.

But he hadn’t expected that the only person here would be Whitney, a woman, and all alone.

To avoid raising any suspicion, the masked man left without a second thought.

Whitney was thinking about the black–clad man’s sinister and eerie eyes.

She screwed the lid on the pill bottle tight, wrapped it up with extra paper for good measure, and stuffed it into her backpack.

brought for her mentor, spread out a sheet of paper, and, relying on her Then, Whitney took out the quill and ink she memory, began to draw those eyes she had seen stroke by stroke.

In

time,

ed man’s eyes appeared vividly on the paper.

Even though it was drawn with nothing more than a quill and thick ink, those eyes were still incredibly lifelike.

All the sinister and unsettling aura of those eyes was captured perfectly.

If any

regular person saw those eyes on the paper, they’d probably break out in a cold sweat.

After everything she’d been through, Whitney couldn’t think about resting.

She was way too restless to relax now.

She couldn’t wait to track down her mentor and the other disciples.

She needed to uncover the story between her mentor, the other disciples, and that masked man.

Whitney put the courtyard back together, making sure everything was where it belonged.

Then she grabbed all her stuff.

Before heading out, Whitney set up a new, upgraded barrier on the path to their place.

Just in case that masked man

This was her home.

Aecided to sneak in again for no reason.

Even if her mentor and fellow students weren’t here right now, she wouldn’t let anyone else taint it.

Whitney got in her car and headed out.

The drive took quite a while.

Chapter 119 Poisonous Bugs

By the time Whitney finally pulled up to Prestige Manor, it was already around three in the afternoon.

Whitney was exhausted, arms full of bags and gear, as she finally made it back to Prestige Manor.

As soon as she reached the door, the first thing she saw was a figure standing there with an aura that demanded attention. The man was dressed head–to–toe in black, leaning against the wall with his head tilted back, and his eyes closed. His lashes, delicate as butterfly wings, cast a shadow. There was something heartbreakingly vulnerable about him. The way his brows were drawn together showed how restless and uneasy he was feeling.

The brilliant golden sunlight poured over his cool, aloof face, making him look like he’d st

It was Ryan.

This guy’s looks were so unreal, he could topple kingdoms.

Whitney walked over.

out of a legend.

Ryan was resting his eyes, but the moment he heard her approach, he snapped them open and fixed his gaze right on her. The sunlight wrapped around his refined eyes, making them shimmer with a radiant glow.

Out of nowhere, a soft, lingering tenderness appeared in his gaze.

His eyes burned with passion, but he was barely keeping it in check.

His eyes never left her, locked onto her with unwavering intensity.

It was as if he needed to make sure she was real, not some illusion his mind had conjured up.

Whitney frowned.

Ryan was looking especially pale.

His skin was so pale it was almost ghostly, making the shadows under his eyes look worse.

It was obvious he hadn’t slept a wink all night.

“Whitney…” Ryan called out.

His voice was especially hoarse.

There was a slight tremor in his tone, and it was clear he was making an effort to keep his emotions under control.

Whitney walked over, her brows furrowed with worry as she looked at Ryan.

Without hesitation, she dropped everything she was carrying onto the ground.

She reached out and grabbed Ryan’s wrist.

His skin was ice–cold.

Subscribed

1 Likes

Chapter