The curly-haired gal’s face went white as a sheet, and she screeched,

  “You wicked witch! I’m telling you, Bro.lon won’t… Um…”

  All of a sudden, her eyes bugged out like she’d seen a ghost as she clutched her spurting throat and stared at the tattooed-arm fella beside her.

  “You… you actually…”

  “Boom…”

  The curly-haired gal hit the dirt, dead as a doornail, her eyes filled with hate.

  Big Fat and the young fella with a crew cut didn’t bat an eye.

  It was just a dame.

  If she got whacked, so be it.

  It wasn’t like they hadn’t done the dirty deed before.

  Billy Jean looked at the gal’s corpse on the ground, cool as a cucumber.

  Counting on a man was just plain dumb.

  Didn’t she know guys were as reliable as a leaky faucet?

  Billy Jean looked up at the tattooed-arm fella.

  Heh! She was on a lucky streak.

  She’d stumbled onto another superhuman.

  Just in time to patch up her messed-up innards.

  The way Billy Jean eyeballed her prey had the tattooed-arm fella thinking she was giving him the googly eyes.

  He flipped his hair like he was on a fashion runway and flashed a grin.

  “I’m a wind superhuman. Don’t sweat it. I won’t let anyone push you around from here on out.”

  “Bro.lon’s one lucky dog. Damn it, I’ve never seen such a looker.”

  Big Fat whispered to the young fella with a crew cut.

  “When Bro.Zozia gets tired of her, we’ll surely get a piece of the action.”

  The young fella with a crew cut was staring at Billy Jean like she was a juicy steak.

  “Damn it, I wanna get my hands on her right this second.”

  vampires had ears like a bat.

  No matter how hushed their voices were, Billy Jean caught every word.

  A cold smirk curled her lips.

  She locked eyes with the tattooed-arm fella and crooked her finger at him.

  “Come here.”

  When the tattooed-arm fella saw the beauty beckoning, he practically skipped over, grinning from ear to ear.

  If he’d known he was waltzing toward his doom, he probably wouldn’t have been so chuffed.

  “Very good.”

  Billy Jean smiled, satisfied as a cat with cream.

  The next second, her eyes went sharp as razors.

  “You can kick the bucket now.”

  Before the tattooed-arm fella could even blink, her razor-sharp claws had pierced his chest.

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  “You…”

  The tattooed-arm fella’s eyes were bloodshot, popping out like corks.

  Billy Jean’s grin was as bright as the sun.

  “That gal… was right. I’m not… human.”

  She suddenly clenched her fist, and the tattooed-arm fella’s ticker exploded in her hand like a water balloon.

  The tattooed-arm fella’s body thumped to the ground.

  Seeing him dead, Big Fat and the young fella with a crew cut were so scared they dropped to their knees, their faces as green as grass.

  “Dead… dead.”

  To them, Billy Jean, with her angelic face, had morphed into a bloodthirsty demon.

  “Didn’t you say… you wanted to… have a go at me? Why… don’t you come over?”

  Billy Jean’s voice was as spooky as a haunted house.

  Big Fat and the young fella with a crew cut felt a chill slither down their spines, and cold sweat broke out like a flash flood.

  “vampire… vampire King, you’re a saint. Spare us this time. We won’t be stupid again.”

  Big Fat groveled.

  Since Bro.lon, a superhuman, had bit the dust at her hands, dealing with them, a couple of lowly henchmen, would be a piece of cake.

  Billy Jean raised an eyebrow.

  It was the first time she’d heard that title, and oddly enough, it didn’t sound half bad.

  Seeing she seemed a bit soft, the young fella with a crew cut also got on his knees and begged.

  “We were blind as bats and ticked you off, vampire King. We kowtow to make amends. Please, for the sake of our groveling, spare us.”

  Billy Jean lazily eyed the two on their knees.

  Her voice was as lazy as a sloth.

  “I… could… let you off the hook.”

  Big Fat and the young fella with a crew cut were over the moon and started banging their heads on the ground like crazy.

  “Thank you, vampire King. Thank you, vampire King.”

  After thanking her, they shot up and hightailed it out of there, scared she’d change her mind.

  But just then, a shadow swooped down on them.

  They looked up.

  “Ahhh...”

  In a flash, they were swallowed up by a mob of man-eating crows.

  Billy Jean listened to the screams getting shriller by the second and let out a couple of cackles, a bit on the twisted side.

  There was a flutter on her shoulder as Zompige landed.

  “Coo… sis, you okay?"

  Billy Jean side-eyed her.

  “Roar… Since they’re worm food, what does it matter if I’m okay or not."

  Zompige: …

  The man-eating crows scattered, and two skeletons, picked as clean as a whistle, thumped down and shattered.

  The man-eating crows then zeroed in on the corpses of the curly-haired gal and the tattooed-arm fella.

  Seeing this, Billy Jean quickly put the kibosh on them.

  Seeing Zompige, the “pigeon sister-in-law,” perched on Billy Jean’s shoulder, the man-eating crows didn’t dare to mess with her.

  They all backed off from the tattooed-arm fella and swarmed the curly-haired gal like vultures.

  Billy Jean knew it was all thanks to Zompige and casually invited her.

  “Roar… Join me?"

  Zompige nodded.

  She’d been hankering for a taste for ages.

  Billy Jean whipped out her “dining utensil,” an empty pen tube.

  Zompige also dug under her wing with her beak and pulled out her “dining utensil,” a milk tea straw.

  Billy Jean:??

  Zompige tossed her head like a diva.

  She was an elegant pigeon, after all.

  Anyway, she’d never admit she was copying Billy Jean.

  Billy Jean did her usual thing, jamming the tube into the carotid artery.

  Her busted-up body was on the mend in a flash…

  Zompige, on the other hand, held the straw in her beak and, thinking she was being classy, flapped her wing.

  Seeing his wife’s wacky move, the King of Crows was deep in thought.

  Should he tell his nutty wife that when a bombshell did it, it was classy, but when a pigeon did it, it just looked creepy and had nothing to do with elegance?

  Afterward, Billy Jean looked up and cranked her neck.

  Her body seemed more limber.

  Her pale lips, smeared with blood, were as alluring as a siren’s song, making her beauty even more jaw-dropping.

  She set her sights on the tattooed-arm fella’s head.

  She’d never chowed down on a human crystal core before.

  Michael Joke wouldn’t let her.

  She was as rebellious as a teenager.

  The more he nixed something, the more she wanted to do it.

  Billy Jean yanked the spring knife dangling from the tattooed-arm fella’s waist and plunged it into his head, rummaging around.

  When she felt something hard, she pried it out with the tip of the knife.

  A crystal core the size of a thumb plopped out.

  Billy Jean wasn’t fussy.

  She wiped it on the tattooed-arm fella’s clothes and popped it into her mouth.

  It crunched like a potato chip.

  A powerful jolt of energy blasted through her, and she gulped it down.

  Soon, Billy Jean felt her body heat up like a furnace, and then came the pain.

  Every bone in her body was on fire, and the pain was piling on.

  She couldn’t recall the last time she’d felt pain.

  For a moment, the pain had her writhing on the ground, howling.

  “Ahhh...”

  The flock of man-eating crows took off like a rocket, flapping their wings like crazy.

  Zompige, seeing Billy Jean rolling around, was as frantic as a mother hen.

  She paced around her like a caged animal.

  “Coo… sis, don’t freak me out. What’s wrong with you?"

  Billy Jean couldn’t answer.

  The agony was tearing her apart.

  She felt like something was sprouting from her bones.

  Zompige kept pacing, itching to help but at a loss.

  Right, find that fella.

  Zompige stopped and said to the King of Crows,

  “Coo… Go fetch her man pronto. Hurry up."

  The King of Crows didn’t dare to cross his wife and spread his wings and flew off like a bat out of hell.