Chapter 33 - A Father's Duty

"Do you understand the world of hounds?"

In the passenger seat, rick looked sideways at his smiling dad. For eighteen years, their time together had been spent almost exclusively in parenting; the old man wouldn't even attend rick's parent-teacher conferences or graduation ceremonies. Quiet exchanges like this moment seemed to only happen when they were mourning at their mom's tombstone.

"Not exactly an expert, but I should know more than you do." HAROLD smiled bashfully, his foot tapped the gas pedal, and the Koenigsegg flew through a red light with a whoosh, "The history of Hound Heaven is just over 200 years old, originating in the UK, and spreading across the globe along with the Second World War.

Until today, covering more than 95% of the world's countries and regions, the wealth circulating underground exceeds 10% of the total wealth of mankind.

There is no honor there, no tradition, everything is hunted for money, closer to the most primitive human desires.

Their employers include the yakuza, large consortiums, and power organizations. As long as it's all soul hunting missions come and go, of course the prize money is beyond the reach of the Heart Alliance. For example, the total bounty for the crusade mission you guys did is as high as 600 million.

Although it's a bunch of people splitting it equally, it's not a problem at all to become super rich just by hanging out in the world of hounds for ten years. Unfortunately, in Hound Heaven, even living longer is a luxury."

"Are you scaring me? Just want this son of mine to stay home honestly for you to pass on the family name."

rick looked out the window and saw that the view had changed from the concrete and steel of the city to the lush green countryside, with smooth oiled roads that made the Koenigsegg, aka the "Ghost" supercar, go faster.

"No kidding, am I that traditional in your eyes? Whether you become a hunter or a hound, it's your own choice. I'm just the one who brought you to this world, I have no right to ask how you want to live in this world.

I need to do my duty as a father and teach you how to protect yourself before you're 18 is enough.

So now I'm here, explaining these things to you.

The reason why the hounds had short lives was not only because of the deception between each other, but also because most of them were unable to receive orthodox heart soul master training, and naturally the risk was higher when they relied solely on their own comprehension to fight.

Of course, one of the most terrible reasons is that the hounds are the product of **, their own purpose of hunting has been impure, in order to complete the task, and even go so far as to kill the host; for the sake of the prize money to slaughter their companions is also a common occurrence.

Maintained in such a mental state for a long time, the ghost of the heart can easily undergo a qualitative change and become an evil spirit ...

Not to scare you, over the past hundred years, half of the evil souls hunted by the Heart Alliance have been transformed by hounds. And these evil souls are even more cunning and difficult to deal with because they possess rich experience in actual combat."

"Why are you telling me this?" RICK wondered.

"Because I want you to remember what you're soul hunting for, and even if your name is Hound, don't forget that you're a human being. Most importantly ... I don't want to see my own son's name on the Heart League's crusade list.

If that day really comes, I will definitely result in your little life with my own hands. After all, if I make a move, I'll keep you from dying too painfully." harold cocked his head ground with a wicked grin, immodest as always, but it made rick feel a tinge of sadness.

"Don't worry, I am not going to see my mom before you, that world is not my dream, one day I will leave and have a life of my own." RICK said calmly.

"That would be best, and if that day ever comes, I'll give you this car as a gift for growing up." HAROLD exulted.

"Fart, my goal is to have your entire collection after you burp!"

"Hey, hey, just you wait!"

The gorgeous sports car kept going out of the city and turned into a forest road. It didn't take long to drive, an ancient European-style fence was erected along one side of the road, and a gorgeous 3-story European-style manor appeared in front of him.

More than 300 black-suited guards guarded every corner of the estate as they drove in, and look at the silhouettes of handguns under those bulging clothes.

"Don't tell me this is your property too?!!!!!" rick pressed off the roof and stood up, taking in what was in front of him.

The European-style geometric hedge garden, marble fountain, not far from the racecourse where horses are running, the tennis court where beautiful women are laughing and playing, it is simply an aristocratic life that can only be seen on TV.

"To your dismay, the manor is still really mine. After inheriting your grandfather's fortune, I likewise inherited his seat in the world's super-rich club, guys who are basically hereditary billionaires who have nothing better to do all day than party and enjoy themselves.

It just so happens that it's my turn to host this month, so I invited them here.

The guests here are either rich or noble, and any one of them who bumps down is the daughter of some big consortium or the princess of some country.

Legend has it that they have passed down such social parties since ancient times, and that various interest groups like to collude with each other in this way, and that all sorts of unions, and all sorts of intrigues and plots have arisen from such gatherings.

The financial meltdown that swept the world was only because of a couple of little old men who made a casual joke at this party."

HAROLD parked the car smoothly in front of the gate of the estate building, "But I didn't bring you here for you to fool around, this may be heaven for the rich and famous, but it will be absolute hell for you ..."

"Really, so I'd like to see what the brats from hell look like then?" RICK rolled over and jumped out of the car in a flash.

Following the butler who had come to greet them, the two white-haired men entered the ornate hall.

In the hall covering an area of 300 square meters, the famous American blues star was singing his famous song on the stage. Under the stage, several handsome men and beautiful women are embracing each other and dancing a wonderful waltz, and groups of men and women are standing together, talking and laughing with wine glasses in their hands.

For such boring social occasions, rick was usually only interested in food. It was only natural that rick reached the buffet table, and just as he reached out his hand for a snack, Harold snapped a silver metal ring onto his wrist.

"What are you doing?" RICK looked at the odd thing on his wrist in surprise.

"It's called a portable pacemaker and was originally developed to give first aid to patients with myocardial infarction. But I've altered it slightly and modified it to discharge 100,000 volts whenever your heartbeat exceeds the usual value, electrifying you to the core." HAROLD leaned back against the table, took the small snack RICK wanted, and ate it to himself.

"What are you trying to do? Play me in a different way?"

"I'm not that boring, your flaw is that you are a quick mind and soul master, halfway through your journey you are too unfamiliar with your own heart, it's a joke to expect to control the power of the heart from a brat who can't even control his heartbeat." harold said leading rick to the back door.

"Can you speak some human language? I can't understand you." rick tried twice and still couldn't pull the weird thing on his hand.

"Next, your task is to just keep your normal mind. Because if you can't, then you're dead." harold laughed as he pushed rick out the door with a handful of superb bikini-clad beauties by the brightly sunlit backyard pool. rick didn't stand still and bumped into 3 36d supermodels before he could stand still.

This is definitely a paradise for all men, with supermodels from all over the globe. Wearing all sorts of tiny colored fabrics, showing off all sorts of perfect skin tones. Many of the beauties' thongs were even sunk into their asses, and the flirty looks thrown their way as they wiggled past rick were world-class.

Breathing inexplicably fast, still virgin rick is difficult to restrain the beating heart in the chest cavity slowly accelerated, recalling the terrible voltage metal ring, rick crazy to unlock, but can not even find a screw.

"Excuse me, little handsome, can you help me put on some sunscreen?" A 178 tall blonde beauty walked up to rick, pleaded in raw Chinese, and handed over a bottle of sun oil.

"Huh? What do you want from me?" RICK's tongue was wagging as he looked at the blonde model in front of him. It was standing in front of her in a fiery red bikini set, the magnificent bust so big that it was bursting out of the tiny pieces of cloth.

"I'd like you to rub some sunscreen on me, right here." The blonde model smiled as she undid the thin strap at the back of her neck and the last of the small pieces of cloth fell to the grass.

Looking at the scene in front of me, rick cried, "God, thank you for bringing me into this world ..."

"Snap!" A whole strong current passed through the body, and rick's face was mushy, rolling his eyes and foaming at the mouth as he fainted on the earth.

"嘿嘿嘿嘿,小处男,真有趣." The blonde model laughed and ran back to her companion, not scared at all. Because before arriving, the owner had said that this was a game for little virgins, and that anyone who could electrocute the white-haired boy once would win a million dollars.

It didn't take long for rick to be awakened by a bucket of cold water and then electrocuted again when the half-naked waitress lady handed away a towel.

The whole day, all kinds of chest and abdomen, all kinds of electric shock constantly repeated. rick also do not understand how his little heart is so indisputable, obviously just a few balls of flesh in front of the wandering, immediately be electric toppled over to the ground, tried and true.

"Brat, do you still believe this is paradise?" Waking up from another dousing, rick was lucky to not have boobs in front of him, but harold's badass face.

"Stinky old man, you want to play me to death, don't you?" RICK said with tears in his eyes.

"If you don't want to turn into a roasted pig, learn to keep a normal mind, don't hate, don't pity, don't get excited, don't get scared, face everything with a normal mind." harold kindly reminded.

"Standing around, you're the super dude who's been spending 18 years out there and I haven't even kissed my first girlfriend on the mouth, lighten up my ass!" RICK yelled breathlessly.

"Still able to curse, looks like you still have strength, ladies, give this little virgin another love hug!" harold said and stood aside, rick barely supported his upper body and sat up, only to see in front of his eyes, dozens of beautiful women all naked, running over with smiles on their faces. The curves that fluctuated due to the earth's gravity were as beautiful as gentle ocean waves.

"Electrocute me, I have no regrets in my life!" rick again howled and was electrocuted in the outside of the scorched and tender fainted.