I'm the King Of Technology

Chapter 487 Time To Dance

Slytherin Cord’s eyes quickly glanced at the masked figure from head to toe numerous times.

This was definitely not his rabbit!

The first thing that he noticed was the mask.

From all his research, the Ghostly prince had 11 masks that he wore for different occasions, places and intervals.

And none of them looked like the mask that this fake was wearing.

Of course, he also didn’t know that the person underneath the mask was Mr. Death..... because Mr. Death also had different masks that he used whenever he went out or took his role as an assassin.

So for Slytherin, since these masks didn’t match his rabbit’s own, he was sure that the person was a fake.

In addition to that, the fake’s body and way of walking were way different than that of his rabbit.

He had been studying his rabbit for years now, so even without seeing his rabbit’s face... the slightest difference would make him know that he was looking at a fake.

He couldn’t help but feel looked down on.

Was he not good enough for a one-on-one battle with the Ghostly Prince?

He gritted his teeth in rage and felt his blood rising swiftly.

F***

In his rage, he continuously squeezed the life out of his prisoner.... almost choking her to death.

It was only when he heard her squirm loudly, did he finally come back to his senses.

Mr. Death on the other hand, continued marching forward, utterly oblivious to what his newfound toy was thinking.

And soon, he stopped at a reasonable talking distance between the two.

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"Speak!

You’re not him, so who are you?" Slytherin asked in fury.

Mr. Death smiled playfully underneath his mask while looking at his adorable toy, who seemed to be chirping like a bird towards him.

Well, he would have all the time to properly train this plaything of his.... but for now, he might as well play along with the poor thing.

"I’m asking you a question!

Who Are You?!!!!"

"Hey..... calm down my little pet, aren’t you just being way too aggressive?

If you continue this way, then how can you win my favour?"

"_"

Slytherin felt like he was hearing things.

Who was this arrogant son of a b**ch calling a pet?

And who would want to win his favour?

The more this ’Fake’ opened his mouth, the angrier he got.

He had a hunch that underneath that mask, this IDIOT was sheepish smiling at him and taking him for a joke.

And something about that made him snap out crazy.

In a flash, all his rage came out even more destructive faster than magma.

’Sling!’

He quickly pushed his prisoner to the ground and drew his sword.

Mr. Death looked at him and smirked.

Just as he expected, this toy of his had a short fuse.

Mr. Death looked at Mona (prisoner) and sighed from relief.

Now that Slytherin wasn’t squeezing and grabbing her roughly again..... he could finally be at peace.

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"Answer me Dammit!

Who are you?!"

"Little pet..... for the time being, you don’t have the qualifications to ask me that.

But... I’ll make you a little happy by telling you a secret.

He sent me!"

"So I wasted all my preparations just for a subordinate?" Slytherin asked while staring at Mr. Death with murderous intent.

7 months!

7 while months of scheming had resulted in him just getting a fake?

No!

He couldn’t accept it!

What did he need to do to get a one-on-one match or experience with his rabbit?

He looked at Mr. Death coldly, as if he were looking at trash.

What good was this man if he were just a counterfeit of the original?

He looked at the prisoner on the floor as if blaming it all on her.

So her position in her master’s heart wasn’t that big to bring her master here to save her?

Then why the hell did he bother with her in the first place?

He was sure that he had lost some of his men out on the perimeters of the estate.

So was all this trouble worth it if his rabbit didn’t show up and he also lost his men too?

He gripped his sword tightly and grumbled out a subtle curse.

Why was his luck always so bad?

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He continued cursing his luck angrily.... and soon, a single thought came to mind and his eyes instantly lit up.

Slytherin looked at Mr. Death and smiled cruelly.

"Since you all aren’t any use to me at all, then I might as well kill you all.... as well as this worthless prisoner.

Who knows..... maybe your deaths will bring my little rabbit out later on."

"Oh?

Well, I agree with your approach to things.

But, I can’t help but wonder why you think that you’ll be able to kill us."

Slytherin was taken aback, before finally sneering at the masked Fake.

"Are you stupid or pretending to be.

Look around you idiot!

You are totally outnumbered.

Even a child can see this!"

"Really?

Because the way I see it, we have you outnumbered instead."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Immediately, Slytherin saw thousands of men wall from behind several estate buildings..... and quickly surrounding him and his own men.

And before he knew it, several of his own men were pointing arrows towards him and some of his other men too.

His heart speeded up a bit, and he soon took this fake rabbit before him seriously.

He looked at the men who betrayed him in confusion.

Even his aides were confused as well.

When had their betrayal begun?

They didn’t even bother asking why, because they knew that what they felt for Slytherin wasn’t loyalty but fear.

"When?" Slytherin asked coldly.

"My little pet, this isn’t hard for you to figure out is it?

Okay... okay... I’ll help you out a bit.

Let’s see..... about 2 years ago, do you remember that you had begun recruiting people like crazy?

Well, we sent over 4000 of our men then.

Of course over these 2 years, we also sent in a lot more in addition to that too.

And when you brought in men to this base, you actually carried in a lot of our men as well.

Little pet, look at your face!

Are you angry because we came late?

Don’t be angry alright, I promise that I have a good reason.

You see, the only reason why we didn’t know about you taking this prisoner and come here sooner.... was because you kept it secret, and only allowed your most trusted men to meet or know information about the prisoner.

Luckily, when our master got your note and location, we now knew about your plan and asked our spies here to prepare for battle.

Of course all this time that we stood here, as well as the time that you waited for me to walk towards you.... was all a decoy.

You see, with your attention focused here.... some of the spies quickly let in the rest of my men through the other underground exits that led to one of the buildings on your estate."

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Hearing Mr. Death, Slytherin felt like a bucket of cold water had just been dropped onto his head.

No!... No.... how can this be?

He shook his head several times as if trying to deny that the Ghostly prince was once again.... one step ahead of him.

Why couldn’t he win?

Why?

Dammit!

Mr. Death looked at his Slytherin’s pale face and smirked.

"My sweet little pet.

If those are all the questions that you have..... then let’s dance!"