Carnal Immortal-Chapter 439: Capture Him

"The fuck did you say?" Hakor asks, rising his voice with a growl behind it, clearly very angry at the audacity of Amon to come to his home and demand that his wealth be returned to him after everything he did.

This man fucked his wife. His most prized possession, and now he dares to come here, and instead of asking for forgiveness and begging for mercy? He does this?

How can Hakor, a proud, wealthy, arrogant man, tolerate this?

"I said I want what you took from my house back," Amon repeats himself.

Hakor is shaking with anger.

"And what if I don’t?" Hakor asks, wanting to hear what Amon’s alone going to do.

"What? Are you so poor that you can’t even give back the little gold you took from me? Don’t tell me all this display of wealth is just for show, but in reality, you are worse off than a beggar?" Amon says, trying to escalate the situation even further. He doesn’t even bother answering Hakor’s question, as you don’t tell a sacrificial lamb that it’s going to be sacrificed.

Hakor continues to tremble with anger. His eyes are turning bloodshot from it. He imagines all the ways he is going to torture Amon for insulting him.

"Well, if you can’t pay me back," Amon continues to speak and then turns to look at Hakor’s wife with a lustful grin.

Hakor’s eyes bulge seeing this, already understanding what Amon means. "I can fuck your wife again. I am sure she would much rather have her cunt stretched by my fat cock than your old wrinkly dick," Amon says, chuckling.

Hakor loses it, especially after looking at his wife and seeing her face turn red, acting shy at Amon’s vulgar words.

How can she, as the wife of a landlord, even entertain such words from a man that’s not her husband? She should be disgusted, revolted by even thinking about another man being with her. But she is not; instead, she blushes like a girl who was lucky enough to be with the love of her life.

Though she acts shy, the look in her eyes betrays her, because Hakor can see the look of desire in her eyes. The hunger in her eyes for Amon is immeasurable. She has never looked at him with such eyes, even though he is her husband.

She already cheated on him once, and now she is doing it again, and that too right in front of him.

How dare she?

Does she not fear death? Even after disciplining her, she still harbors feeling the man she fucked behind his back? This is the worst possible outcome Hakor could think of.

He gave his wife a chance before, but no more. She messed up.

She could have continued living as his wife, enjoying the luxury of being married to a rich landlord like him, but now she is going to have a fate far worse than death.

He is going to turn her into a slave and let his men have their way with her, maybe even use her as a prostitute and start earning some money by using her because Hakor is sure that men will pay a lot of money to fuck a woman with that beautiful face and voluptuous body.

But before he does that, he needs to take care of Amon.

He is going to kill Amon right in front of his wife and make her regret ever looking at Amon with those desperate eyes.

"How dare you speak those words. I will have your head for it!" Hakor shouts, furious at Amon, pointing his trembling fingers at Amon as if he had the power to turn a human into pulp with just a gesture.

"Whoa there, that’s a pretty messed-up thing to say. Come on... I am just here to take my wealth back and fuck your wife in the process. No need to get so furious over it. Speaking of which," Amon says and turns to look at another woman in the room.

A beautiful girl with brown skin and wavy brown hair, she is standing next to Hakor’s son, Harin.

"I will take her too. She looks like she desperately needs a good fuck because I don’t think your ugly fat son has it in him to please such a beautiful woman," Amon says, grinning while looking at Harin’s wife with his lustful gaze.

And just like Hakor’s wife, Harin’s wife also blushes as the thought of Amon pinning her down with his strong hands and claiming her for himself makes her cunt wet and her legs tremble.

Seeing that Amon has set his eyes on his wife, Harin, who was already pissed at Amon, turns furious. His ugly head puffs up, turning very red, looking like a spoiled tomato.

"Father! How can you just sit there listening to this man insulting our wives? Quick, kill him!" Harin shouts. His voice even cracks in the process, sounding like a clown, but none dare to laugh at him, especially as tension rises.

"Guards, capture him. I want him tortured. I want him skinned alive!!!" Hakor shouts

Hearing his words, the wives of both father and son show concern on their faces, as they do not want to see Amon tortured and killed. Deep down, they want to see his escape unscathed, but they don’t voice their concerns out loud because they value their own lives over Amon’s.

After all, no matter how attractive they find Amon, they would rather live as the wives of ugly rich men than get killed for having fantasies about a handsome poor man.

For now, they can only pray for Amon’s safety, and if he falls, they can only pity him.

Hearing their master’s order, the guards move.

The very first one to do so is the guard who tried to beef with Amon at the gates. He is the first to rush at Amon with his spear pointed at Amon, ready to subdue him.

But before he could even poke Amon with his spear, he felt a strong pull; only then did his eyes register what was happening.

He sees Amon dodge his spear head, which he had aimed at Amon’s shoulder. Amon then grabs his spear and yanks the guard towards him.

The guard tries to fight the pull, but he feels completely helpless, as if he is tied to a stallion that has gone berserk.

Feeling his body fly towards Amon, completely helpless, he panics. Before he can even do anything, he feels pressure around his neck. Before he knows it, Amon already has his massive hands wrapped around the guard’s neck.

The guard’s face turns purple as he feels the life getting squeezed out of him.

With bulging eyes, he looks up at Amon, gasping for air while he tries to claw at Amon’s forearms, for Amon’s grip is too strong and his forearms feel like they are made out of rocks.

"This is what you get for trying to mess with me," Amon says with a grin and squeezes a little too hard.

*CRACK* *POP*

Amon crushes the guard’s neck by squeezing him to death; he puts so much force behind his squeeze that both of the guard’s eyes pop out of his eye sockets.

With the guard dead, Amon lets him go, causing the corpse to plop down to the ground.

The other guards who were approaching Amon stop in their tracks as they see how easily Amon killed one of their own.

They all knew the guard very well. He was a renowned mercenary who had fought in many wars and had won many life and death battles in the arenas to earn a name for himself, and now he is dead. Crushed like an ant. He couldn’t even put up a fight.

The fear of death crept up inside the others.

Hakor and Harin, both are also stunned by what they just witnessed. Amon killed one of their guards without blinking.

"How dare you kill one of my men? I am going to make you suffer!" Hakor shouts, finally standing up on his feet, which makes his belly giggle.

"Stop shouting and get on with it. I don’t have time to entertain your fat ass all day," Amon says, rubbing the inside of his ear with his pinky finger.

Hakor boils with rage.

"You idiots! What are you doing just standing there! Capture him!" Hakor shouts, sounding like a wild cougar.

Hearing Hakor’s shout, the rest of the guards approach Amon with their spearheads faced towards Amon, and every step they take is one of caution, as they don’t want to end up dead like the first guard.

One of the guards who is approaching Amon from the back sees his chance and lunges forward, aiming his spear at Amon’s leg to incapacitate him, but to his surprise, Amon suddenly raises his leg and steps on the spear, as if he had eyes on the back of his head

The force of the step is so powerful that the spear snaps at the attachment where the wood meets the metal, but not just that, the force travels all the way up to the guard’s hands. The force is so sudden and powerful that all the fingers that were acting against the force get ripped from their sockets.

It takes the guard only a fraction of a second to register the pain, and he immediately goes down on the ground, screaming in pain, rolling around. He can even use either of his hands to press down on his injury, as both his hands are now fucked.

The room fall in silence once again.