In an unknown rundown hotel.
Shadow Demon suddenly snapped his eyes open, bloodshot all over.
The next moment his body collapsed onto the bed, convulsing nonstop, muscles spasming, eyes rolling back, foam bubbling from his mouth.
└(꒪ͦཀ꒪ͦ)┐
From his throat came hoarse “he he he~” sounds.
[Resentment value from Shadow Demon +1000!]
[From…]
The super paralysis from eight stacked layers all fed back to Shadow Demon’s body.
It felt like needles piercing everywhere. He twitched for a full half hour before recovering.
Drenched in sweat, Shadow Demon climbed up from the floor with a dark face, wiping the foam from his mouth.
“What the hell was that? Nearly finished me off.”
“Heh heh heh, but I still left him a big present.”
Shadow Demon packed up and headed for the base.
The mother body is in hand. Now just hold off China’s counterattack.
Dracula will surely rise again.
…
On a private plane flying south.
Mi La’s hands were bound in spirit-binding cuffs. All her abilities and spiritual power were sealed.
On either side sat two platinum-level twin muscled men in suits and sunglasses, gripping her arms so she could not move at all.
Tear tracks covered Mi La’s pretty face. She cried, “Woo woo woo~ You said you would take me to see Brother Jiang Nan. Auntie, you lied! You are all bad people~ Woo woo!”
She kept struggling as she spoke.
Across from Mi La sat a young man in a suit and tie, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, looking very refined.
His level reached diamond 7.
He glared at Mi La with eyes full of hatred. “Shut your mouth. Because of you, my younger brother and my uncle both died in Yulong.”
“Dracula was nearly wiped out. If you weren’t the mother body, I would kill you right now.”
This man was none other than Haier Dracula’s older brother, Qin Dao Dracula.
Once upon a time, the two brothers had been renowned internationally.
Who hadn’t heard of them? It was a pity Haier was gone.
Mi La shrank back in fear and cried even louder.
Qin Dao glared. “Still crying? Annoying or what? Cry again and you’ll taste bitterness.”
Fang Liu beside him quickly said, “If you keep crying, we’ll kill your Brother Jiang Nan too! Be quiet and we’ll spare him.”
Mi La sobbed, “Really? If I don’t cry, you’ll let Brother Jiang Nan go?”
Fang Liu smiled. “We keep our word.”
Mi La bit her lower lip hard, forcing herself to make no sound.
Qin Dao gave a cold laugh. “Heh~ Just a child after all.”
Mi La closed her eyes tightly and said nothing.
If Brother Jiang Nan were here, he would definitely give me a little gold person, right?
I wonder if Brother Jiang Nan saw that little banknote.
Last time they nearly got my Brother Jiang Nan killed in Yulong. All these people deserve to die.
For the debt from back then, I will make you all pay it back.
A blonde woman walked over.
“Master, the four decoy teams we sent to mislead them have been intercepted and wiped out by Longyuan.”
Qin Dao gave a cold laugh. “They moved fast. We’re not being tracked, right?”
Blonde woman: “No! We’ve disguised our identity. Neither plane radar nor the sensor brothers detected anyone tracking in nearby airspace.”
Qin Dao nodded. “Good! Notify the old man. Have the family prepare to receive. In three more hours, everything will be settled.”
“Yes, master.”
Below the plane.
Nightingale, drenched in sweat, raced along the highway. The lower legs of her trousers had burned away. Both feet trailed fire.
Holding one super-speed slipper in each hand, she was already at full power.
She looked up at the sky from time to time.
Because the weight felt too dragging while running.
The broad-minded Nightingale had changed back to the flat-chested Nightingale.
This time Nightingale somewhat understood why she was so unremarkable.
Probably evolved this way to suit her ability…
Life is so hard for me.
Chasing a plane by running, she must be the first.
Qin Dao would never imagine in his wildest dreams that the one tracking him wasn’t flying, but running…
…
Sunset Plaza.
Jiang Nan gripped the Blood-Drinking Halberd and stabbed straight at the liquid bomb on the girl.
The bomb disposal experts and the Longyuan commander nearby went insane with fright.
“Aaah! Nan God, what are you doing?”
Jiang Nan blinked. “Disarming the bomb?”
The expert cried urgently, “Absolutely not! This is a liquid bomb. Once the two liquids mix, it explodes. You must never dismantle it violently!”
The girl was scared to tears. “Woo woo woo~ I need the toilet!”
This isn’t disarming. You clearly want me dead.
Jiang Nan flashed a brilliant smile. “Hold it for a bit. Give me one minute.”
With that, the Blood-Drinking Halberd in his hand traced phantom trails in the air, steady and terrifying. The tip unscrewed bolts. The blade severed power lines.
The girl covered her face, shaking in terror.
In just over thirty seconds, the liquid bomb was perfectly dismantled intact and tossed into his void space.
The two bomb disposal experts stared blankly at Jiang Nan, then at the screwdriver, wire cutters, mini drill, and coagulant in their own hands.
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What the hell!
[Resentment value from Wang Qing +666!]
[Resentment value from Zhou Ying +666!]
Using a Fang Tian painted halberd to disarm a bomb?
What’s the difference between this and embroidering flowers on tofu with a diamond pestle?
