Chapter 330 "Abyss": The number you dialed is disconnected

"I heard that the great nobleman and banker, Earl Hall, will also be here! What a rare opportunity!"

"Hey, if it weren't for that distinguished lord, why would so many people come... Just because of Jason's lost bank? Just because of his stingy look?"

"Haha, don't mention it. That guy is about to be squeezed out of Backlund. Maybe this time he wants to sell all his properties to Earl Hall, so that he will condescend to come here!"

Old Blue listened to these deliberately suppressed discussions and didn't take them seriously. Earl Hall was probably just a cover for Jason... The acquisition of the bank was definitely instructed by the other party, but he was definitely not in charge personally. This was very obvious, and Patrick Jason was deliberately guiding and misleading Wayne to believe that Earl Hall cared about this matter...

Jason used all means to attract such a group of wealthy businessmen and declining nobles, with the purpose of...

"Ladies and gentlemen! Thank you all for coming!" Jason walked to the center of the dance floor, holding the hand of a well-built, well-known socialite in Backlund. He saluted everyone and smiled brightly.
"I'm sorry to tell you all, Earl Hall...has something urgent to do and won't be coming!!"

"What?!" "What are you talking about, Jason!" "Damn it! We were tricked!" "Storm is above!"

The gentlemen and ladies lost their previous manners and started cursing, and the dance floor suddenly became noisy.

The man in the middle of the dance floor laughed a menacing smile:
“The Earl will not be coming, but I would like to introduce you to the Grand Duke of a higher rank!
"I, in the name of Jason Belia, declare that your lives have come to an end. Your blood will be used by me to open the summoning gate to the great 'Abyss'! To please the great 'Blood Duke'!
"Be honored! Use your wails and screams to welcome the arrival of the Grand Duke!"

Chi!
His right hand suddenly thrust into the abdomen of the socialite next to him, and with a scream, he dragged out a long, blood-stained "rope", threw it high into the air, and hung it on the gorgeous crystal chandelier on the ceiling of the hall, causing the latter to swing back and forth.

The dance floor was quiet at first, and then even louder screams, running, and shouting were heard!

"Ah!!!" The socialite Olori was thrown to the ground by the "devil" and enjoyed the "pain". She screamed in pain and crawled on the ground instinctively, but within a dozen seconds she felt cold all over and the wound was not so painful anymore...

She knew her life was about to end, but at this moment, she felt somewhat relieved. She had lived her entire life in gossip, but that was her way of life...

She used all her strength to point out the deformed full moon on her chest and chanted:

"Praise the goddess..."

Blue Wayne just stopped beside her. He hunched his back and stared deeply at this woman who had returned to peace before her death. He remained silent.

"It's you, so calm? It seems you've seen a lot on the sea..." Jason Belia smiled grimly, took a step forward, and thrust his right hand, which had turned into a devil's claw, into Wayne's chest, crushing his heart with a snap, and then stretched out his claw and shook it, saying:

"Disgusting guy! Your blood is full of the stink of money. You are not even worthy of entering my dog's mouth!"

thump!
Wayne fell to the ground, seemingly dead.

……

Jason Belia used the blood he collected to completely repair the huge, evil pentagram summoning array in the basement. However, as he recited the spell devoutly, the summoning array did not respond at all...

Blue Wayne, who was standing by using psychology to turn himself invisibly, was extremely disappointed. He really thought he could see the living "Grand Duke" in the "Abyss", but it turned out that they had already collapsed and were all dead...

"Ancestor! Ancestor..." Jason showed a painful expression. After losing the angel-level strongman, the Belia family has become increasingly weak. Recently, even demigods are rare... Belia, one of the three most prosperous demon families in the past, is about to become a vassal of North... "No! Absolutely not!" Seeing that the last attempt failed, Jason hammered the ground hard, his expression became extremely determined and said:
"After getting that card, you will be promoted to a high sequence...

"Ancestors, I am about to embark on the road of revenge. I will surely restore the glory of the Beria family!"

Blue Wayne couldn't help but hold his forehead. How come the guys from these families all spoke in the same way? The unlucky guy from the Abraham family, who was promoted to "apprentice" on the night of the full moon, exploded on the spot... Jason's fate can be imagined...

He felt quite bored, so he walked up the stone steps and returned to the lively dance floor. As soon as he appeared, the socialite with a great figure, Aololi, came forward and took his arm affectionately and said:
"Mr. Jason, why did you leave halfway? You still owe me a dance."

Blue Wayne smiled, took her hand, bowed and said:
"Ma'am, it's my pleasure~"

……

Jason Belia strolled on the dance floor covered with blood and flesh, and his depressed mood became better. He picked up a glass of red wine and raised it to his own work of art, as if he was very satisfied with it:
"Cheers, everybody."

"Cheers!" The guests on the dance floor raised their glasses and saluted the organizer of the dance "Patrick Jason" in the center of the hall, while no one paid attention to Jason Belia in the corner, as if he was just an irrelevant person.

……

Queens, a very high-class hotel.

dong dong.

Jason Belia knocked on the door of room 444, carrying a suitcase.

Squeak.

The door was opened, revealing a beautiful woman in her early thirties wrapped only in a bath towel. She raised the corners of her mouth, leaned forward deliberately, and said in a seductive manner:

"Are you finally ready? Hey, I thought I'd have time to taste the 'devil'... I've already taken a bath...

"Uh… maybe now too? You'll be quick, I promise."

Jason sneered and walked into the room. He slammed the door shut, raised his right hand to his side, clenched it into a fist, as if grasping something invisible, and said:
"The witch's emotions are really weird. She is in so much pain, but she wants to bring happiness to others... Heh, I have no interest in people like you!"

"Oh?" The witch Lanis was not angry. Instead, she raised the corners of her mouth and teased while looking at the lower body of the "devil":

"The body's reactions are very honest...it's just that the mouth is too hard, even harder than the bottom."

"The news of the ball massacre will soon spread, and 'Jason' will be hunted down immediately. I need your cooperation!

"The human skin is in the box. According to the previous agreement, you put it on and attract the attention of the official Beyonder and the Storm Demigod. It's best to make a big noise. Leave the rest to me!"

Jason Belia controlled his emotions. He knew very well that he must not indulge his desires before doing great things, as that would weaken his abilities... and after the assassination was successful, he, as a demigod, would have to truly demonstrate his physique!
(End of this chapter)