I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 700 - 418 Mr. Swaphead Corante (5400 words

Chapter 700: Chapter 418 Mr. Swaphead Corante (5400 words, asking for monthly passes!)_2 Chapter 700: Chapter 418 Mr. Swaphead Corante (5400 words, asking for monthly passes!)_2 Felton started, taking an immediate step back, about to activate the metal staff in his hand, but Corante’s leaning figure had already retracted into the darkness, vanishing at the stairwell entrance.

Instantly, Felton stepped forward, metal staff aimed at the dark space.

But at this moment, there was complete silence as if no one had ever been there.

Felton stomped his foot hard, and finally, the sound-activated light came on, revealing no one in sight.

He looked around. The entire stairwell was empty. There was no sign of anyone either up or down the stairs.

However, it was at this moment that a sense of inexplicable panic rose in Felton’s heart. He suddenly looked up at the ceiling to see a high-top hat suspended motionless above his head.

It seemed that inside the hat was…

Seeing this scene, Felton let out a loud scream, quickly raising his metal staff toward the space above, but sadly, the high-top hat had already descended upon him one step ahead.

The lights in the stairwell went out instantly, followed by the sound of rotten flesh being squeezed and squirming.

About twenty seconds later, the familiar tapping sounds resumed, as if a cane were hitting the ground, then came the rhythmic contact of leather shoes on the floor.

An elegant gentleman walked out of the stairwell, his cane lightly tapping the ground, proceeding unhurriedly down the fourth-floor corridor.

Under the conspicuous high-top hat, which covered most of his head, his shoulders were already soaked with blood, with streams of blood flowing down from his head along his neck.

This gentlemanly man soon arrived at the door marked room 409. He stopped, straightened his collar, tugged at his coat tails, picked up his cane, and politely tapped on the door three times with the head of his cane before calling out, “Hello, is anyone in the room?”

Ding!

The elevator doors opened, and the boss of the Ressa Organization, Sandi, had arrived. After receiving a call from Felton, he had rushed over without stopping from the end of the street, but now, as he arrived on the fourth floor, he was filled with an ominous premonition.

The moment the elevator doors opened, he didn’t see Felton; instead, he was met with the sight of a man wearing a high-top hat and a tailcoat standing not far down the corridor.

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This man was standing sideways to the elevator door, seemingly just having finished knocking. Hearing the sound from the elevator, he slightly lifted his high-top hat, turned his head, and gave a glance in this direction.

But that single glance sent a chill down Sandi’s spine.

He was all too familiar with those eyes, and even more so with that side profile — it was Felton’s face.

And now, this familiar face was on the body of Mr. Swaphead, Corante!

“Who is it?”

Inside the room, Yan Junze looked toward the door with surprise and asked.

He was extremely astonished because the task information had just signalled Mr. Swaphead Corante’s coordinates to be on the fourth-floor corridor of the Porfi Hotel.

And there he was, staying in the very same hotel, specifically in room 409 on the fourth floor.

Now that there was a knock on the door and the voice of a stranger coming through, especially at this time after midnight, Yan Junze had every reason to suspect that the person knocking was Corante himself.

The chances were smaller than winning the lottery!

There he was, staying alone in a hotel on his very first night, and the notorious Mr. Swaphead who had caused panic in the northern district of Saint Gala City had come knocking on his door.

If Yan Junze wasn’t the concerned party, he might have thought Mr. Swaphead had come specifically to trouble him.

But since the man had come, he had no reason to refuse and thus he asked the question.

“My name is Corante, may I come in?” the gentleman said softly, speaking in a low but incredibly smooth voice that was hard to resist.

Yan Junze shrugged, walked towards the door while summoning the Black Spirit Umbrella in hand, holding it as though it were a cane, even tapping it twice on the ground as if using a walking stick.

The task was clear; he might need a cane or something similar.

Where could he find a cane at such short notice? Thus, he temporarily used the Black Spirit Umbrella as a substitute. After all, with the umbrella in hand, its deadly potential was undiminished.

Soon Yan Junze opened the door, standing inside, looking at the unfamiliar face beneath the high-top hat.

The neck of the head that belonged to the face was still bleeding profusely, soaking the upper half of the gentleman’s clothes, but it seemed as if the other party was completely unaware of it.

Indeed, as per usual, once Corante knocked on a door, even if the person inside didn’t open it, he would politely repeat his request and then enter directly.

But there were also those who opened the door, just like Yan Junze did.

Of course, upon opening the door, anyone would be startled unless they truly didn’t know about Corante’s real identity.

But opening the door to such a horrifying sight was another matter entirely. At the very least, most people would faint on the spot and then lie still as Corante obediently decapitated them.

Yan Junze too was startled by his appearance, but he quickly regained his composure, stepped back two paces, and said, “Please come in, Mr. Swaphead.”

This time, it was Corante who was taken aback. He was originally glancing towards the elevator when the door opened. While stepping into the room, he commented, “I have a very good first impression of you.”

“So do I,” Yan Junze replied politely.

Outside the room.

Sandi stood at the elevator, stunned to see the door to the guest room open for Corante, then watched as Corante’s figure disappeared into the room.