Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 503: Chapter 503 Baseball

Steven and Ross remained frozen, their eyes locked on the gun pointed at them. 

Stevenʼs mind raced, searching for a way out, but the leaderʼs erratic movements made it clear that any wrong move could be their last. 

Ross clenched his fists, his jaw tightening as he acted like he wanted to lunge forward. 

But the odds were against them and he also did not want to expose his powers just yet. 

The leaderʼs gaze shifted between Steven and Ross, his impatience growing by the second. 

”Whereʼs the key to your car? Throw it over here, now!” he demanded, his voice sharp and unyielding.

Steven hesitated, his eyes flicking toward Ross. 

They had no weapons, no backup, and no time to think. 

The leader noticed the hesitation and snapped. 

He swung his gun toward Adele, the barrel now aimed squarely at her head.

”You think Iʼm joking?” he sneered, his voice dripping with malice. 

”The keys, or she dies! And after her pretty head explodes like a ripe melon, youʼll watch me and my boys have our way with her!”

Adele let out a choked sob, her hands trembling as she raised them in surrender. 

Her eyes darted toward Steven, pleading silently for him to do something—anything.

Stevenʼs heart pounded in his chest, his mind screaming at him to act. 

But what could he do? 

The leaderʼs finger hovered over the trigger, and the other two men stood ready, their guns trained on Steven and Ross.

”Stop! Donʼt hurt her!” Steven blurted out, his voice cracking under the weight of his fear. 

He fumbled in his pocket, his hands shaking as he pulled out the car keys. 

”Here—take the keys! Just donʼt hurt anyone, please!”

He tossed the keys toward the leader, who caught them with a smirk. 

But the gun didnʼt waver from Adeleʼs head.

”Thatʼs a start,” the leader said, his tone mocking.

”Now you—sit down.” The leader pointed at Steven, who was still standing, his body tense with fear.

Stevenʼs heart pounded as he glanced at his family, their faces pale with terror. He swallowed hard.

”Whatʼs this about? Just take our money and go. Please, just donʼt hurt us,” he tried to reason, his voice shaking.

The leaderʼs eyes darkened. 

”Did I ask you a question?” he snapped. 

”One more word out of turn, and Iʼll blow this womanʼs head off! You hear me?” He waved his gun toward Stevenʼs wife, who whimpered, clutching her daughters tightly. 

Steven stiffened, his breath catching in his throat.

”Okay, okay. Just donʼt hurt my family,” he pleaded, raising his hands in surrender before slowly lowering himself into a chair.

Without hesitation, the bad ugly men closed in, ropes in hand. 

Their movements were swift and precise, looping the cords around Stevenʼs wrists and torso, securing him tightly to the folding chair. 

The rough fibers bit into his skin as they pulled the knots taut, ensuring there was no chance of escape.

Ross, sitting beside him, received the same treatment. 

The way they were tied—firm, unyielding—left no doubt that these men had done this before. 

Many times.

The leader paced before them, his expression unreadable. 

Then, with a smirk, he clapped his hands together. 

”Now,” he said, his tone almost casual, ”letʼs play a game.”

Steven exchanged a wary glance with Ross. 

”What… what kind of game?” he asked hesitantly.

The leader chuckled, tapping the side of his gun. 

”A simple one. You tell me your story. Who you are, what you do, who else might come looking for you. And donʼt even think about lying.” He gestured to one of his men, who stepped forward, cracking his knuckles. 

”We have ways of finding out the truth.”

Stevenʼs stomach twisted. He knew they had no choice.

The questions started—sharp, relentless. Where did he work? How much money did he have? 

Who else lived in the farm house? Who would notice if they went missing?

Minute by minute, the intruders extracted every detail—about Steven, his family, their routine. 

And, of course, they didnʼt forget to question the women also.

The leader leaned back, satisfied. 

”Well, well. That wasnʼt so hard, was it?”

Stevenʼs throat was dry. 

His mind raced, trying to think of a way out, but with the cold steel of a gun looming over them, he knew one thing for certain.

This nightmare was just beginning.

The ugly leader sat back, satisfied with what he had learned. 

He had always enjoyed the power that came with his position, the way fear twisted on his victimsʼ faces. 

But today, he was especially eager. 

There were four beautiful women under his control, and he intended to savor every moment before passing them along to his men.

He licked his lips, already imagining their screams—

Then his world shattered.

Poof!

His consciousness vanished in an instant, his brain liquefying like a candle melting under an open flame. 

Yet, strangely, there was no pain. No sudden collapse. 

No indication that anything had happened at all. 

His body remained seated, his eyes still sharp, his expression unchanged.

Nobody noticed that the man who had been in control mere seconds ago was gone.

What remained was a perfect replica—a puppet bound to Rossʼs will. The leaderʼs mind was intact. 

He retained every thought, every memory, every ounce of his cruel and cunning nature. 

But none of it mattered now. His desires, his ambitions, his will—everything belonged to Ross.

For a moment, his expression flickered, a split-second pause as new orders settled into place. 

The gears of his mind turned, now fueled by a force beyond his understanding. 

His lips parted as if to speak, then pressed together. 

A second later, his features twisted, as if struck by sudden realization.

He turned to Ross, his lips curling into a wide, ugly grin.

”Hey… I know you,” he said, his voice laced with something new—something unnatural.

”Youʼre Ross Oakley! The guy whoʼs been hoarding beautiful women left and right!” the leader laughed, his voice dripping with amusement.

A dead puppet was really the perfect actor of all. 

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