Ascension of the Dark Seraph - Chapter 210

Chapter 210: Public Opnion Chapter 210: Public Opnion It was early in the morning-the sun was still shyly peeking out and illuminated the dawn sky.

Cars already filled the street as people began going to work.

Among them was a black polished bus.

A roaring black eagle drawing marked the bus, an identification mark for the people within it.

Moving through the special lane reserved for Hybrids, the bus zoomed through the street and stopped when it reached a rundown alley.

Five people in black uniform walked out of the bus-and scanned the area with sharp gazed.

Despite the time, all of them were focused and alert.

From the emblem on their chest, a roaring eagle-it was clear they came from the Shadow Eagle Clan.

A team that was on a mission.

“Is it really the Lincoln Gang?” A woman with fiery hair asked with both hands on her waist.

Another woman, the leader of the group, strapped with two handguns on her thighs nodded firmly, “Yes, it’s highly likely for it to be the Lincoln Gang.

The report stated more than a hundred gangsters, and in this area, it could only be them.

Also, it was said the leader was a Lizard Hybrid-that has used limit booster serums and became a mutant” It has been six months since the group was tasked to track down and destroy the Lincoln Gang.

A notorious gang that was one of the three ruthless gangs that called themselves the Dauntless Triangle.

The Lincoln Gang is the third strongest and they were in charge of running their businesses, loan sharks, prostitution, underground casinos, underground arena, assassinations, and many more-within the area, the kind of gang that was feared by the locals and beyond.

All of them had racked up enough criminal charges to have them killed ten times over.

Other than their team, there were also three other teams chasing after the Lincoln Gang.

Moving in a union, the team traversed the alley-heading to the abandoned, unfinished building ahead.

“Abraham, it’s your turn,” the leader turned to a rough-looking man with a big nose.

As an Inugami Hybrid, a spirit type, his senses were extremely acute.

He even confessed that he has a sixth sense-that could help him sense the essence of a person, helping him to identify good and bad people.

But as the leader instructed that, she frowned when Abraham did not make a mover.

Instead of investigating the building, he was rooted on his spot-his body trembling a bit.

“I don’t think I can go in there, Salsa” Abraham shook his head in fear.

Upon hearing this, the leader, Salsa frowned, “What do you mean?

What do you see?” Closing his eyes for a brief moment to collect himself, Abraham opened his eyes again-to look at the building in front of him and shuddered once again.

From his vision, the entire building was black and sizzling with a sinister aura.

It was the sign that something bad happened, and the place had gathered negative energy-a lot of it.

But what spooked Abraham was that he had seen a lot of places like this.

Heck, he even saw a place where a slaughter happened-killing a lot of innocent people.

Nevertheless, that place was incomparable to this place.

It was as if the Devil had stepped into this place personally and caused the massacre.

Realizing that Abraham couldn’t work optimally for some reason, Salsa turned to the woman with fiery hair, Indah, and also the other two, “Go inside and find anything that might have a scent.

Bring it out so Abraham can take a sniff and track them down” Hearing this, the rest of the group nodded and dashed inside.

On the other hand, Salsa glanced over at Abraham again, ‘What could he see to be like that?’ About fifteen minutes later, Salsa had been searching for the report on the tablet she carried in her bag.

Since it happened days ago, the report should be completed.

All she knew from her friend in the Hybrid Association was that the location was here, it involved an academy hunter, and the forensics stated that the supposed leader was a Lizard Hybrid.

Other than that, she has no idea.

Salsa didn’t even know what exactly happened here.

And she couldn’t find further reports about it.

Most of the news outlet was dominated by the Feradith Family’s issue.

Callista was attending a press conference, clarifying that her family wasn’t working with Crossers.

She even declared that she had been slandered.

Salsa didn’t waste her time reading that and searched for anything relating to academy hunters.

But there was nothing that caught her eyes either.

Just then, a notification came in-it was from her Hybrid Association friend.

[Sorry, I can’t give you more than that] [But if you’re doubtful, I have a few photos from that night.

I’ll send it to you right now] A few seconds later, Salsa got a bunch of photos from the incident.

It was a literal battleground, corpses and blood stained the floor and walls.

And as expected, the attires the corpses were wearing matched that of the Lincoln Gang members.

Salsa tried asking the parties involved in the incident but her friend didn’t give a clear answer.

[A powerful family is involved.

Best for you to not know more] Upon reading the text, Salsa sighed but since it involved a big family, she became more certain that this was really the Lincoln Gang’s doings, ‘Must be kidnapping and the powerful family got the wind of it and massacred them.

After all, this isn’t the first time they tried doing this’ Just then, the three Hybrids came out and gave their findings to Abraham.

Most of the findings were a stain of blood, a piece of clothing-or a shard of a broken weapon.

Abraham sniffed the findings one by one before he nodded, “Okay, wait here.

I’ll check the area” Another ten minutes passed before he came back.

“The Lincoln Gang came into the building from the left side of the building.

The Hybrid Association made it hard to find real tracks but those I found real were facing the building’s side-so none of them managed to get out,” Abraham explained his conclusion.

“No matter who they are facing, it’s someone powerful as none of them got out alive” “So a dead end, huh?” Indah sighed dejectedly.

If the gangsters were all killed then it’s hard to find out where they came from.

Going inside the building, the gangsters were cautious, careful not to leave any tracks-but if they were escaping, it would be a different story-they’d make mistakes, mistakes that could be tracked.

However, there were no survivors so the team was met with a dead end.

As the group was at a loss, Abraham spotted something.

He looked down to the ground and saw a small stain.

Approaching the stain, he knelt down and quickly realized that it was a stain from dried blood.

“It’s blood…” He mumbled whisperingly.

Upon hearing this, Salsa also approached as her eyes widened, “All of the fighting happened inside the building so there’s no way there’d be blood here.

Since it’s away from the entrance, it shouldn’t be from the authorities who were cleaning up the corpses either.

One survived!” Naturally, this made the others’ faces lit up as they might have a lead.

Abraham then asked, “Isn’t the leader a Lizardman Hybrid?” “Yes, what about it?” Salsa asked back.

Confirmed by her, Abraham looked back to the dried blood and traced his gaze ahead.

He could vaguely smell the lingering scent of the blood going that way although it was really light.

“I’m quite sure this isn’t a Lizardman Hybrid,” His gaze narrowed.

Nevertheless, with this lead, the team moved again-following the trail of blood and checking the entire neighborhood-for the Lincoln Gang.

Knowing who they were facing against, they knew that to find the gang-they had to check meticulously for a rabbit hole.

… At exactly nine in the morning.

A spacious hall buzzed with a tense, electric energy, a cacophony of flashing cameras and speculations.

Standing at the front was a press conference table, bathed in harsh, artificial light while rows of all kinds of journalists and paparazzi crowded the space-their lenses pointed ahead like weapons.

Anticipation and tension thickened the air inside the hall.

Reporters shifted in their seats-their fingers poised over recorders.

Callista and her daughters walked to the conference table, intensifying the clicking sounds of cameras.

It was the second conference to clear her name and everything was going smoothly.

As soon as the three sat down-Callista opened the conference.

“Before the questions, I brought along my daughters to clarify the situation,” She said, sweeping both her eyes across the people-who attended this conference.

“From the very start, I already stated that this was a quarrel between youngsters.

My eldest daughter has a rivalry with him and so, he approached me in order to get back at her.

I hope that the public understands that I have never intended to bully anyone, it’s simply not true” Upon saying that, she turned to Elira beside her.

Seeing this, Elira bit her lower lip before she pulled her mic close to her lips.

“Yes, he and I got into a fight-because he tried getting close to my sister, Thalia.

It started from that, a small matter,” Elira declared, keeping her expression neutral.

“I never thought it would escalate like this” Almost instantly, Callista pulled Elira into her embrace, hiding her as if she was about to cry.

When in actuality, she wasn’t-Elira was fine.

Feeling pity for Elira, the journalists and reporters were silent until Callista continued.

She pointed at one journalist.

“How are the investigations progressing?

Do you want to comment on that?” The journalist asked.

“I can’t comment much about that, the Council of Light Concord’s verdict is still unknown-but I am hopeful for it,” Callista pulled on the mic and answered with calculated words.

“As I mentioned before, this has only been a misunderstanding.

The Feradith Family has no connections with Crossers” Upon saying that, more journalists struggled to get their questions answered.

Once again, Callista pointed at one.

“If what your daughter said is true, did you also refuse to become his sponsor because of their history?” Another journalist asked.

“If so, shouldn’t you be the bigger person and look over that?

After all, this was a problem between youngsters as you said” Smiling politely, Callista answered, “It’s nothing more than a youngster’s temperament.

I refused to be his sponsor because I already have someone for the South Hues Tournament.

Back then, he insisted on having me as his sponsor, and I, as the bigger person allowed him to display his strength so that others could be his sponsor” “But instead of thanking me, he escalated the matter recklessly,” She added with a saddened tone.

Hearing this, the hall bustles with discussions again.

Seeing that the public was returning to her side, Callista smirked inside.

‘Once I cleared my name, I’ll return all my sufferings to you, Lucivar…’ She thought inside evilly, a flicker of malice gleamed behind her eyes.

‘And after that happens, I will make sure you hang.

Death is not far away for you’