I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System

Chapter 91 Rose Kidnapping

THE SHOP AREA

Three ladies and a girl stood outside the shop area, in the parking lot. Their expressions were full of panic—something bad had happened.

A yellow taxi drove in at great speed, and a silver-haired young man rushed out from the passenger seat.

"Young man, you haven't paid my money!" the driver called out as he got out of the car, complaining.

"Oh, sorry, my bad," the silver-haired young man said, pulling out some money. "Just keep the change." He handed the driver the cash and quickly ran toward the four girls.

This was Draco, who had been at the orphanage before Alya called him, informing him that Rose was missing. This news sent him into a rage, and he rushed down here immediately.

Draco reached the ladies. "Alya, how did she go missing? Didn't I put her in your care?"

Alya, panicking, explained, "I didn't know! She said she wanted to use the lavatory, but we waited for minutes, and she didn't return. We called her phone, but she left it and her bag with us. When we went to check the lavatory she used, we couldn't find her."

Her words made Draco even angrier. Who dared to kidnap Rose?

"When we couldn't find her, we came to the conclusion that she was kidnapped since her aura stopped at the lavatory, so we called you," Alya added in a weak voice, like a mosquito's hum. She could feel Draco's anger but also wondered who could have pulled this off without her noticing.

"What about you, Lyraea? I thought you had awakened as a goddess. How could this escape your awareness?" Draco asked angrily.

Lyraea pouted at his tone. "I haven't regained my strength. As you can see, I'm back in my girl form. I can only access my mature form occasionally because I'm still weak. Also, it's not my fault I'm in this situation," she retorted, rolling her eyes.

Her response made Draco cough in embarrassment. His anger had clouded his judgment. The thought of Rose being kidnapped had filled him with panic, making him imagine countless harmful scenarios.

He began to wonder why anyone would kidnap Rose. He hadn't provoked anyone recently, nor had she, to his knowledge. But no matter the reason, if he caught the perpetrator, he would ensure they experienced a living hell.

"Look at you, panicking like a girl. Have you forgotten about the tracker?" Xylara ridiculed him.

Her words snapped Draco back to reality. In his panic, he had completely forgotten about the tracker. He quickly activated it, praying they hadn't gotten too far away.

The system interface appeared, showing a map with various marks in red, blue, pink, yellow, and green. Each mark was tagged with a name. Draco was surprised by the system's ability to display a detailed map of Cerulean.

He identified himself as the black mark and saw the blue, pink, yellow, and green marks representing Alya and the others. He quickly located Rose's red mark, labeled with her name. She was quite a distance away from them.

"Who has the car keys?" Draco asked. Alya brought out the keys from Rose's bag.

"Where are you going?" Alya asked.

"It's time to hunt. You guys should find somewhere safe to wait for me. Don't worry—I'll bring her back in one piece," Draco reassured them.

"But you don't know how to drive!" Ivy pointed out.

"That's a simple thing to learn. Just glance at it two or three times, and you're good to go," Draco chuckled as he walked toward the car, pressing a button.

BEEP! BEEP!

The Chevrolet let out a sound, its lights flashing, and the driver's door opened. Draco got in.

VROOM! VROOM!

With a neat reverse and a sharp turn, he sped off.

"We forgot to tell him not to drive too fast, or he might break Cerulean's laws," Alya chuckled.

"Why didn't you say so?" Lyraea cried out.

"I just remembered. Besides, don't worry—Master can't be caught that easily," Alya replied as they returned to the shop area, their hearts still heavy.

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Draco put on the Shadow Mask. As he drove, his expression turned demonic and scary. He pressed the pedal, the Chevrolet bursting forward with great speed.

He glanced at the map on the interface, noticing the distance between him and Rose was still significant. It seemed those who had taken Rose were traveling by motorcycle.

WEE-oo WEE-oo

The sound of a police siren interrupted his thoughts. He looked in his side mirror to see two police cars pursuing him.

"That golden Chevrolet, you have exceeded the speed limit on this road. Stop immediately, or face the consequences," a male voice announced from one of the police cars.

Hearing these words, Draco was momentarily shocked and confused. He shook his head, wondering why none of the girls had bothered to warn him about this.

Your journey continues on empire

If he stopped now, he might lose Rose's location. "Since the law is already broken, there's nothing to fear," Draco thought, pressing the pedal harder.

VROOM! VROOM!

The police officers were stunned that Draco hadn't stopped but instead accelerated, leaving them in his dust. One officer grabbed a sheet of paper, jotting down the plate number of the golden Chevrolet.

"This guy needs to be disciplined. He dares to disobey police orders," the officer grumbled.

Draco continued to increase his speed, the distance between him and Rose rapidly closing. Suddenly, he noticed that Rose's marker had stopped moving. It seemed they had arrived at their destination.

"It's time to meet the perpetrator and make his life a living hell," Draco thought grimly.

As Draco approached the location, he noticed the area was a slum—no, it was more like an abandoned wasteland. The stench and the general condition of the place worsened the closer he got.

Finally, he arrived at an abandoned factory. Outside the factory, a van was parked, confirming to Draco that the perpetrators were inside.

He parked the car and got out. As he approached the van, he heard music playing.

Peering inside, he saw a tattooed man with his eyes closed, humming along to the song.

Draco silently transformed the Weapon of Plunder into a sword and placed it against the man's neck through the window. "Tell me where she is and who asked you to kidnap her," Draco demanded in a grim voice.

The tattooed man, lost in the music, was startled by the voice. Opening his eyes, he froze in terror when he saw the sword against his neck.

"She's inside the factory!" the man stammered quickly.

"I said, who asked you to kidnap her?" Draco bellowed.

The tatted (tattooed) man's corpse slumped in the driver's seat, blood spurting from his neck. Draco let out a small flame—a manifestation of his flame intent—burning the body to ashes.

It appeared the driver was merely a pawn. His job was simply to transport a group of people to the designated location. He knew nothing more, not even the identity of the person who had hired him.

Draco turned and walked toward the abandoned factory, his eyes scanning the surroundings as he entered.

"It seems this is going to be a hellish ride," he muttered, a smirk spreading across his face.

His red eyes gleamed demonically as he prepared for the confrontation ahead.