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"...The basic situation is this, these Black Mist followers don't know each other's identities. I have found the address of one of them, and the rest are being investigated."

Bai pressed the contact and reported the information in an orderly manner. Violet leaned against the wall and asked softly, "I understand. What did the master say?"

"The owner said yesterday that he would sort out the children's affairs and asked us to continue the search."

"I see. I have gathered some information from the conversations of the guests in the past few days. The city of Partington has recently strictly restricted entry and exit, but before that, it seems that a group of people have left."

"First, find the remaining Black Mist followers in the Black Zone."

"I can give you my manpower, but this will inevitably attract the attention of other people in the black area."

"It doesn't matter. If you have any opinions, just kill them. The black area now only needs one voice."

"You'll be disliked if you're this fierce."

Violet stretched her back and said something teasingly. Bai Lazy replied, "I'll hang up if there's nothing else."

"Yes, yes—I'll contact you if I have any news."

She put away the contact, and the clerk's voice came from outside the door: "Miss Violet, the customer is looking for you."

"Here you are, who is that?"

Violet flipped her long hair and walked out with a smile on her face.

Following the orders of the two leaders, dark waves surged in the black area.

The two big bosses in the black area met in private.

The troublemaker spoke first: "I heard that you were tricked by the Black Forest Tavern and the thieves, and a large batch of goods was lost today?"

The think tank smiled hypocritically and said, "It's better than someone sending a team of assassins, but they were all wiped out."

The two looked at each other, both of them looking unhappy. The troublemaker said with a sigh, "What should we do? We can't let them continue to be so arrogant. We must teach them a lesson."

The think tank calmly analyzed: "The thieves surrendered too quickly, which is not good for us. But I found a helper, a big shot. He agreed to help us a little."

The thorny man asked curiously, "Where did you find it?"

The think tank laughed and said, "Don't worry about it. I've brought all the things here. It depends on whether you want to do it or not."

The thorny man gritted his teeth and said, "I knew you had bad intentions and wanted to drag me down with you!"

"so?"

"...In order to defeat those two guys, let's do it!"

"happy."

The think tank smiled slightly, took out a box from under the table and opened it carefully in front of the other party.

The box was covered with cotton cloth and contained a dozen silvery-white metal balls. The troublemaker cast a questioning look at him: "Is this what you call a good thing?"

“Don’t underestimate this.”

The brain trust snorted and laughed, called a subordinate from outside the door, and threw him a knife: "Cut open the arm and put a silver ball in it."

The men did as they were told, and the metal ball melted into the flesh as soon as it came into contact with it. The man's breathing became heavy, and his skin surface was constantly moving, as if countless insects were crawling on it.

It was obvious that he was about to be mutated. The troublemaker subconsciously put his hand on the gun, and after a few breaths, he did not lose control. The wound on his arm healed automatically, and the aura emanating from his body rose by at least two levels.

The think tank proudly demonstrated: "This is the function of the silver ball. It can enhance the strength of the bloodline and help them maintain their sanity. With enough silver balls, it is equivalent to having a strengthened bloodline army."

Having said this, he turned to his men and asked, "How do you feel now?"

"I feel great, boss. I feel so strong I can't wait to go out and fight someone."

The think tank continued to ask a few more questions. The other party's previous condition had clearly changed, but he still maintained a clear mind and did not show any signs of collapse.

The eyes of the thorny man couldn't help but become brighter and brighter; "This is a good thing!"

"I spent a lot of money to get these things. If that big shot didn't happen to have a grudge against the Black Forest Tavern, he wouldn't have sold them to me. This opportunity is rare, we must seize it. If we can swallow them both..."

The brains licked their lips, and the two smiled at each other. The troublemaker was resolute and unusual: "As long as you give me these things, I will gather the good hands!"

"Then I'll trouble you."

Bah, you brainless idiot, you're being sold and still want to count the money for the other party.

The think tank smiled, but he was full of contempt in his heart. Living in the black area, he actually had no brains at all. People like the thorns were only fit to be a knife, and only he was the one who could truly control the black area.

After the two men finished dividing the loot, the troublemaker left with half of the metal ball. The confidant walked out the door with him and whispered, "Boss, the think tank is always sinister. You can't trust his words."

The troublemaker chuckled, "I know, that old man's eyes are full of calculations. Find some of the spies left behind, give them this thing, and tell them to do as I say tonight and I'll let them go. Find some trustworthy people, keep half of the silver ball for your own people, and then be ready to attack the think tank."

Intelligence? Brains? What's the use of that?

As long as you have absolute strength, any conspiracy is useless.

Thinking of this, both of them felt happy.

No one noticed that a bird was perched on a street lamp, overlooking the small conversation.

After the two giants disappeared, it flapped its wings and flew high into the sky, then landed very lightly on its owner's arm.

The key was inserted into the door frame with a slight sound. The visitor closed the door with his backhand, and a phantom blue light shot out from the bird's eyes, forming a screen in the air.

"... This opportunity is rare, we must seize it. If we can swallow them both..."

The crackling sound of the electric current was a little unclear. The mechanical beast disguised as an ordinary bird reappeared on the scene, causing the black-robed merchant to laugh softly.

"It looks like we've caught a big fish this time. Let Bai and the others handle it. Once we catch the brain trust, I want to know who's behind him."

The robot recorded his words faithfully. The profiteer ended his investigation over there and looked around the room.

This is a dark and damp little house, located in a corner of a dark street, and it looks shabby.

The profiteer used the same old trick and found the entrance to the basement through the markings in the field of vision. The way these people hide things is really a bit unoriginal. From the first time to now, if I look for it a few more times, I may be able to master ninety-nine ways to find the basement.

Jump down along the opened floor and you can see a light green fluorescent light coming out of the hole.

Dense mycelium grew underground, forming three cocoons. The young men in Bloodline Academy uniforms were unconscious inside, with no reaction to the outside world.

The profiteer broke the green cocoon with ease, and the students' bodies and slime slid to the ground. He gave each of them a sip to prevent them from waking up, and then threw the three of them directly into the black hole.

This matter is closely related to the noble association, so let the Luo family do a favor. The unscrupulous merchant's chamber of commerce should appear in a neutral form so that it is better to deal with all parties.

He shook a piece of flint out of his sleeve and ignited the mycelium. Black smoke and flames licked the cave entrance, quickly alarming the people living nearby.

"Who is the blind person who came to my house to stir up trouble?!"

Unable to let their house burn down, the neighbors angrily put out the fire, leaving only scorched earth under the dry black beams. They spat fiercely on the ground, cursed the wicked arsonist, and returned home.

At this time, the black-robed merchant had already disappeared without a trace, just like when he came.

......

He knew he was dreaming, and the long dream had no end, making him feel a little tormented.

The boy heard shrill screams. He had never seen teachers so nervous before. The solid door of the auditorium was unable to stop the monsters from invading. By the time he realized what was happening, the entire auditorium had already been completely invaded.

The nobles would often take their children to practice, but they had never faced such a life-and-death crisis. The monsters used the land as a shield to weaken the damage of the bloodline people. And as long as they seized the opportunity, they would open their bloody mouths and swallow the target whole.

The school teacher was very strong, but it was hard for him to face so many monsters. The boy watched helplessly as a monster rushed towards him. He fought back as calmly as possible, but he suffered because of his lack of experience. By the time he reacted, he had been separated from the main force by the monsters.

A teacher wanted to save him, but more monsters rushed over and completely separated the two sides. The boy tried to run into the crowd helplessly, but all he saw was a huge split mouth.

No! No! Don't come over here!

The young man was sweating profusely and suddenly woke up from his dream. He gasped for breath and looked around in panic.

The surroundings were no longer the cold basement. He lay on a soft bed. The warm sunlight shone in from the window, bringing him a sense of security and trust. He stared out the window for a long time before he realized that there was someone beside his bed.

The dark red hair was draped over her shoulders, and her honey-colored skin glowed with health in the sun. The young man was sitting at the end of the bed, lazily biting an apple in his mouth, and raised his eyebrows when he saw him wake up.

"Good morning, how are you?"

The boy was a little confused: "Where is this?"

"This is the residence of the Luo family. You are safe now. The other two people haven't woken up yet. What happened to you after you were captured?"

Talking about his previous experience, the boy's face turned pale.

"I just remember being swallowed by a monster, and its stomach was full of goo. When I was vomited out, the three of us were in a dilapidated house. A man force-fed us drugs, and then I became drowsy."

"And what? Do you know more?"

The red-haired young man touched his chin, looking very interested. He had a handsome and sharp face, like a dagger spinning on his fingertips, which could easily pierce the skin and bleed, making people afraid to look directly at it.

But perhaps because he had escaped, or perhaps because the other person was the first person he had met since waking up, the boy actually developed a sense of intimacy with him and answered without hesitation.

"I know a little. My bloodline is that of a sleeper turtle, and I can receive external information during sleep. So after I fell into a coma, I heard that person say that he would take us to a reunion later."

"Convergence?"

"Yes." The young man swallowed and answered in a low voice, "He seemed to be in contact with someone. He said that the situation in the black area has been very tense recently and the goods must be transferred. He also said that we must hurry up, otherwise we will miss the [Black Mist Festival]."

The Black Mist Festival is a unique ritual for Black Mist followers to improve their relationship with monsters. On this day, they will be more active than usual and pay tribute to the monsters in the Black Mist.

As a descendant of aristocratic family, the boy was obviously aware of these matters and could not help but show worry on his face.

"Have the others been found? I'm worried about their safety."

"We are still searching. The rest will be left to the Luo family. Once your companion wakes up, someone will take you back."

After getting the information he wanted, the red-haired young man stood up and smiled at the boy. He rubbed the boy's head with his palm and said sincerely.

"No matter what, you're welcome home."