bookpower Chapter 38 Three Hunts!
Chapter 38 Three Hunts!
The screen on Emma's wrist glowed faintly in the dark.All she could see was Nightwatch's masked face.
His words repeated in her ears like a melody she hadn't realized she was desperate to hear.
[Show a little respect to the corporate heroes you're so quick to call 'slaves.' Do you even understand what some of them go through?]
Those words felt real…
Her fingers hovered over the pause button, but she couldn't bring herself to press it. Every word he said felt like a balm, a shield he'd raised for her against the relentless onslaught of hate.
[…And, oh yeah, she stops over forty crimes a year.]
Emma's lips parted slightly, her breath catching.
『I stop over 300 crimes a year, but only the ones I handle in Metro City are officially recorded. That's because my contract with the MegaCorp doesn't let me operate in other cities. If I stop crimes elsewhere, I have to do it secretly to avoid getting my contract terminated. Since those saves aren't allowed to be registered in the agency's database, they don't count. But honestly, none of that really matters anymore.』
She reached out to touch the edge of the screen, as if she could feel the conviction in his voice.
Her chest tightened.
Beneath that mask, she could imagine his eyes.
His mouth.
The curve of his lips, the sharpness of his jaw.
『What would it feel like… to kiss him?』
The thought struck her unexpectedly and sent a warm flush through her cheeks.
Her heartbeat quickened.
She could picture his arms now… strong, steady, warm, and the urge to be wrapped in them, shielded from everything, grew insanely unbearable.
Her fingers hovered over the screen once more, and this time, she tapped [end stream].
The screen went dark.
"I'm coming, Nightwatch…"
She whispered from her heart.
Her tips of her feet tapped the ground lightly, and then she bolted forward. Ashy fire ignited beneath her and left a trail of glowing embers along the road as she surged toward Meteor City at blazing speeds!
The first hunt was on!
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Back at the stream, Scott was now visibly calmer as he coolly adjusted his suit and straightened up.
"All right, listen up. I know you're all excited, but let's keep it civil. This stream isn't about—"
"Me?" Gwen interrupted with a smirk.
Scott shot her a glare. "No. It's not about you."
The chat didn't miss their chance.
[It's ALWAYS about her, bro. ????]
[Don't lie to us, Nightwatch.]
[Mist supremacy. We stan.]
[Can someone give me her @ please?]
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The Peak raised an eyebrow. "What's your backup plan?"
Vincent's smirk was cold and heartless.
"If you fail to shine, we'll make sure he fails. I'll pay the media to spread the word that Nightwatch couldn't handle it. You know how it works—turn the tables, make it look like you were forced to step in and save the day."
The Peak snorted.
"Nice. But… you've been pretty quiet lately. Thought your focus was more on Pulsar these days. Haven't heard much from you or your squad."
Vincent didn't flinch, just leaned in with that grin.
"I'm still interested in Pulsar, don't get me wrong. But right now, I'm more focused on clearing the way for a bigger plan."
He raised his hand as if making a deal.
"And for that to happen, I need $20 million. That's your ticket to pulling the plug on Nightwatch for good."
The Peak's eyes widened slightly, but his posture remained relaxed.
"Pulling the plug? On him? You want me to buy you out of his popularity?"
Vincent's voice dropped to a low, serious tone.
"I'm wiping him off the map. I want him deleted from every streaming platform, all his videos and clips—gone. The guy's starting to get too many fans backing his lame persona. It's crowding Pulsar's new channel. The moment Nightwatch fades out, Pulsar's taking the spotlight. But that only happens if Nightwatch is erased from the web completely."
There was a pause as Vincent's words sank in.
The Peak stared at him for a moment, weighing the offer, and then he grinned.
"Alright, alright. I like that idea."
Vincent extended his hand.
"Pleasure doing business, The Peak."
The Peak looked at Vincent's hand for a moment, then reached forward and shook it.
"Don't make me regret it, Vincent."
The moment their hands clasped, Vincent's grin grew wider.
"Don't you trust me?"
The third hunt was on!