Chapter 365 Blood Count
"Chang Yue knew what Li Muhan was going to do a long time ago, but he didn't stop him. Instead, he secretly helped to make the incident even bigger. He wanted to distract the people in the Special Management Bureau, especially Shuo Bai, from doing anything else."
"It's Shuo Bai again." Whenever Lin Ze's memory showed Shuo Bai's face, which seemed amiable on the surface but actually had a dagger hidden in its smile, her brows would involuntarily twist into a knot.
Chang Yue had told her the story of this woman who was both a mentor and a nightmare to him more than once.
If possible, the person I most want to kill in my life is Shuo Bai. This old guy is very dangerous, more dangerous than anyone can imagine.
These are Chang Yue’s original words.
That was the first time that Lin Ze witnessed the fear and anger deep in Chang Yue's heart, a side of him that he had previously hidden very deeply.
She didn't know much about Shuo Bai, but the few brief encounters they had had were enough to leave an indelible mark on Shuo Bai's image in her heart.
During their last meeting, during the customary handshake, Shuo Bai gently patted Lin Ze's shoulder. Then, with a kind face that made anyone feel friendly, he uttered something that made Lin Ze's hair stand on end: "Don't kid yourself. Even if you're wearing human skin, you're nothing but a disgusting monster."
At that moment, Lin Ze felt not only the coldness of the words, but also the chill spreading from his bones.
"On the day when the Pingjing City Special Management Bureau held a meeting regarding the Lin Yue Powder incident, Chang Yue sneaked into the archives of the Special Management Bureau and opened the long-sealed files through some special means. Of course, this was not the first time he did this." Yang Er leaned lazily on the sofa, and the black dog curled up quietly at his outstretched feet, as if it was his most loyal listener.
"I'm not sure exactly what method he used, but this time, he did find what he'd been searching for... the execution record regarding 'Raven'."
A complicated look passed across Lin Ze's face. The appearance of this name did not surprise her, but her heart still rippled, as if she was recalling a long history.
"Raven, I remember him. He seemed to have been the captain of the Tianhai City Special Management Bureau, right?" Seeing Lin Ze's expression, Yang Er keenly sensed something. He leaned forward and asked with a focused gaze, as if he wanted to find out more about this mysterious figure from her response.
"He was once a member of Team 7, Huo Tian's predecessor as captain, and Chang Yue's apprentice. However, he betrayed the Special Management Bureau in an incident ten years ago and was sentenced to death."
"It's Team 7 again. Is this Team 7 cursed?"
Yang Er lay on his back on the sofa, his eyes casually scanning the ceiling, his heart filled with contemplation of the past. Raven, Huo Tian, the names of the former captains of Team 7, flashed through his mind, their fates seemingly bound to premature death.
He couldn't help but start to get interested. How long could the new captain, Li Muhan, hold on to this position?
His thoughts drifted away, and the young face that he occasionally saw in the cafeteria of the Special Management Bureau appeared in front of his eyes.
When he came to his senses, Lin Ze had already stood up and was about to leave.
"Where are you going?" Yang Er asked. Although his voice was a little lazy, it still contained a hint of concern.
"Since he has decided to do this, all I can do is act as his deputy and help him deal with the next things." Lin Ze turned his head and responded with a smile. That smile was like the thin ice in early spring, cold yet revealing a hint of determination.
"Do you need help?"
Lin Ze shook his head slightly, his smile still indifferent: "You just need to do your job well and return to your post."
After saying that, she pushed open the office door, leaving behind a resolute back.
Only Yang Er and his black dog were left in the room. He gently rubbed the dog's head and muttered to himself, "Sometimes, immersing yourself in the game world and not thinking too much can actually make you happy."
......
The battle in the underground parking lot was still going on. The confrontation between the masked vampire woman and Li Muhan almost caused the parking lot to collapse.
The scarlet energy kept changing its form. The woman had a lot of combat experience, which put a lot of pressure on Li Muhan.
"Demon, your power is strange. How many realms do you have?" During a close-range confrontation, the woman's face came close to Li Muhan. She said with a hint of frivolity, "You can't be... just a vessel, right?"
"It's none of your business." The fat dragon tail behind Li Muhan hit the woman hard.
The woman chuckled, and then the blood-red sword in her hand turned into a long whip and wrapped around the tail. Then the woman pulled the whip hard, and the force was so great that Li Muhan almost fell to the ground.
"You vampires' brute force is really innate?!" In a rage, Li Muhan's tail suddenly burst into a black and red flame. The scorching flame spread rapidly upwards along the long whip in his hand, heading straight for the palm of the woman opposite.
However, just as the flames were about to touch her skin, the whip in the woman's hand magically turned into a bloody mist.
The mist spread rapidly, surrounding Li Muhan's half-dragon body. By the time he realized it, the distance between them had been quietly widened.
The woman raised her hand gracefully and waved to Li Muhan. A playful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she said softly, "Goodbye, little devil."
Snap——
With a slight flick of her finger, the red mist instantly condensed into countless sharp blood-red spikes, aimed at Li Muhan at close range.
Swish——
Like a violent storm, those spikes fell towards Li Muhan's body as densely as meteorites. Each spike contained powerful force, enough to pierce through steel. His dragon scales did not cover his entire body, so many spikes had already penetrated his body.
The power of the disaster level should not be underestimated.
Li Muhan thought so in his heart, and then he didn't plan to hold back. At this critical moment, a red shadow flashed by, like the most dazzling meteor in the night sky.
Xia Yue's figure appeared beside Li Muhan, her hands drew an elegant arc in the air, and the surrounding red mist and spikes seemed to be guided by another force in an instant, breaking away from the woman's control. Under Xia Yue's control, those blood-colored spikes gathered together and turned into red mist again, and then gradually dispersed.
"...Xia Yue."
Li Muhan's wounds had begun to heal. The girl had already taken off her mask. She looked back at Li Muhan and said dissatisfiedly, "You really can't do anything without me."
"...Who said that?! I saw she was a vampire too, so I figured she might be someone you knew, so I held back!"
Xia Yue turned her head, looked at the woman who was already biting the cigarette again, and said coldly: "...We can be considered acquaintances."
"So you really know her?! Your sister again? No, sister? What did you call her Xia this time? So you two are the three daughters of the Xia family???"
In the face of Li Muhan's complaints, Xia Yue rarely made any response, because at this moment all her attention was on the woman.
"When Shuo Bai told me we had to kill a demon and a vampire, I was wondering which of my compatriots was so blind as to mingle with the demons." The woman exhaled a light puff of smoke and then raised her eyes slightly to look at Xia Yue: "I never thought it would be you, Xia Liya."
Seeing that the two really knew each other, Li Muhan carefully leaned close to Xia Yue's ear and asked, "Who is this? Your aunt? Or your sister?"
"Elizabeth Bathory can be said to be the first human to transform her body into a vampire through black magic..."
Li Muhan once looked up the information of the vampires because of Xia Yue, and this one was among the famous vampire names.
The Bloody Count who loves to bathe in the blood of virgins.
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