I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System

Chapter 129 Taking Care of the Enemies

Draco and Jane entered the unfinished, broken building. He chuckled, while Jane's expression turned grim. They were surrounded.

"So, you two are the ones the Night Family wants to eliminate," a tall young man in his thirties said as a group of people emerged, encircling Draco and Jane.

The aura they exuded wasn't weak; it was like a pack of wolves preparing to strike.

"We're here for my sister," Jane snorted.

"Well, my job here is to eliminate you. Feel honored to die at the hands of an A-Rank Mercenary," the young man replied with a sneer.

"Hmph, which A-Rank Mercenary? I think you're just dogs taking orders from your master," Draco grinned.

The mercenaries' expressions turned cold, and they glared at Draco as though he were already dead. The young man's smile froze, his gaze filling with killing intent.

"It seems you want to die," a burly man stepped forward from the group, his lips curling into a cold smile. "Young man, it looks like you're trying to put up a front for your girlfriend. Don't worry, I get it."

"If you lick the tips of my toes, I might consider sparing you," the burly man chuckled.

"Peg is getting worked up. That young man's going to regret this."

"He dares to call us that?"

"Let's break his bones and feed his flesh to the birds!"

The group of mercenaries murmured among themselves, already imagining Draco's demise.

"Is that so?" Draco replied calmly, his tone unsettling.

The mercenaries felt proud. To them, Draco was just a weak man putting up a brave front for his girlfriend.

"Then let's go with it," Draco chuckled, beginning to take off his shoes.

The mercenaries stared in confusion.

"What are you doing?" the burly man asked.

"Didn't you want to lick them?" Draco grinned, pointing to his feet.

The mercenaries' anger boiled over. Draco dared to mock them! Several of them wanted to rush at him, but they held back, knowing that Peg was far angrier than the rest.

Peg's expression turned pale with rage as he stared at Draco with unbridled fury. He dares to mock me? Me, Peg? he roared internally.

"I gave you a path to heaven, yet you choose the path to hell. After your death, I'll make sure to take care of your girlfriend," Peg said, his gaze shifting to Jane with undisguised lust.

Jane's body was still developing, and that made her the exact type Peg liked to exploit. He relished the pain and cries of his victims, finding their despair to be a delicacy.

Draco noticed Peg's unrestrained lust and shook his head. "I'll give you one chance. Tell me where the Night Family is located in Mercenary City, now."

The mercenaries burst into laughter at Draco's words.

Did I just hear him threaten us?

A weakling like him dares to threaten us?

They looked at Draco with teasing expressions.

"Peg, finish him quickly," the young man ordered.

"Yes, Leader," Peg nodded.

He stepped forward and moved to strike, aiming for Draco's head. Draco remained calm, dodging the attack effortlessly.

Peg's eyes narrowed. "It seems you have a bit of skill. No wonder you were so confident. But remember this in your next life: never offend the main clan again."

Peg moved, activating his ability, determined to finish Draco with this strike. But something baffled the mercenaries—Peg was still in the same position.

"Peg," they called out his name, but he didn't respond.

"Go check on him," the young man ordered one of them.

The person approached Peg confidently, even giving Draco a superior look, as though he didn't fear him.

When he reached Peg, he touched him, only to see Peg's body collapse to the ground with his back hitting the floor. When they looked into Peg's eyes, they saw they were devoid of light.

This struck fear into their hearts. They turned to Draco in terror, confused about how he had killed Peg. The one who checked on Peg began shivering and immediately distanced himself from Draco.

Draco had used a Soul Attack Skill on Peg. Peg had been his first test subject, and Draco hadn't expected the skill to be so powerful—it directly erased his opponent's soul.

The group continued staring at Draco.

"It's a fluke," the young man snorted, regaining his composure. His confidence returned, and so did that of the crowd. He hadn't seen how Draco had struck, not even a trace. As a powerful figure in Mercenary City—though one of the lower-ranked—he refused to believe that such a feat could elude him.

Believing it to be a lucky coincidence, he barked, "Attack!"

The mercenaries charged forward, determined to eliminate Draco.

PUCHI! PUCHI!

Suddenly, heads flew, and blood sprayed everywhere, some landing on their faces. They froze in terror, trembling as they stared at Draco. They hadn't even realized when their comrades had died.

Draco was still standing in the same spot. He hadn't moved, yet heads were flying.

The young man also stopped in his tracks, staring at Draco intently. This didn't match the intel they'd been given. He tried to analyze Draco, his confidence shaken but still unwilling to back down.

Taking a step forward, he moved to strike Draco. Draco simply smiled, watching him.

Jane, observing from the side, shook her head. She could sense the young man's strength was far inferior to Draco's. She wondered why the Night Clan had sent such weaklings.

Having worked for the Night Clan before, Jane knew their methods well. They wouldn't underestimate their enemies and would usually send someone much stronger to deal with a threat. But this time, things seemed different.

The young man launched a punch at Draco, who parried it easily. However, in the man's other hand was a short sword, unsheathed and aimed directly at Draco's head.

When the blade came close and Draco made no move to defend himself, the young man smiled triumphantly. It seemed his plan was about to succeed.

But then, his smile faded. The short sword had been caught between Draco's fingers.

The young man shivered in fear. What kind of person did the Night Clan send us to eliminate? he cursed silently.

Draco's strength far surpassed his own. He could feel it from that brief exchange.

"Such a disappointment," Draco sighed. "I thought you had the strength to back up your words, but it's just this."

With a wave of his hand, a head flew.

The young man was stunned as his vision shifted to his falling body.

Did I just die? he thought, grief and resentment filling his eyes. I don't want to die yet!

But death was irreversible. He took his last breath, resentment still etched on his face.

He had never imagined Draco would be this strong. If he had, he might have chosen a different path. But life is unpredictable; no one knows where it will lead the next day.

Draco took a deep breath, surveying the scene. Since the young man had tried to eliminate him, his death was inevitable. From what Draco could see, the man's hands weren't clean either.

Draco smiled and turned his gaze to a certain spot.

"I'm sure our friend has enjoyed enough of the show," he said.