After paying his mother's medical expenses, Zhuang Li continued to transfer Okar's assets. This time, he did not hide the whereabouts, but transferred them one by one in varying amounts into the private vaults of the eight princes, a total of more than 90 billion.
When he stopped, Okar's account was empty and he couldn't withdraw a penny.
Even if Okar discovered the truth and conducted a frantic investigation, he would never be able to find the culprit. If he wanted the money back, would the eight princes agree?
Maybe, maybe not, but that no longer mattered to Zhuang Li. He was muddying the waters just to get out. The entire country was under Okar's control, and he didn't think Zhuang's company needed to be saved. It would be better to give up completely.
The news that Zhuang's mother had assassinated Wang Annie had spread, and all the guests who had originally planned to attend the funeral canceled their plans. There was nothing in the mourning hall except white chrysanthemums and a pitch-black coffin.
The funeral home staff also left, as if avoiding the plague.
Zhuang Li quietly transferred the money, erased all traces, and hacked into the Traffic Management Bureau's network to check how the cameras on the street were distributed. He quickly planned an escape route that could completely avoid the cameras.
After doing all this, he walked out of the lounge, came to the coffin, and took a good look at his sister, with whom he had not yet had the chance to get along.
Zhuang Xiaomi was lying quietly in the flowers in a pink long dress. She had two curved eyebrows, a pair of big eyes, a small, straight and upturned nose, and a naturally upturned mouth with a hint of sweetness. She was like a blooming pink rose, beautiful, vibrant, graceful and charming.
Would she be jealous of Wang Annie, who exudes vulgarity from head to toe?
Zhuang Li shook his head and sneered. He never believed in scripts written by the Lord God, and certainly didn't believe the protagonist He chose would be a good person.
Zhuang Li took off the white chrysanthemum that Wang Anni had inserted into his sister's mouth, crushed it into a ball of rotten juice, and then used his other clean hand to gently touch his sister's rosy cheeks. Not surprisingly, he found that his fingertips were covered with blush and foundation.
It is impossible for a sister who had her blood sucked out to have such a healthy complexion.
He gently pulled aside his sister's lace collar and found traces of silicone repair on her neck. After slightly wiping off the surface of the silicone, he found two teeth marks underneath.
There are many similar repair marks all over the body, from the neck to the hands and legs. It is not difficult to imagine how so many tooth marks were left.
The group of beasts surrounded and pounced on him like bristle dogs, baring their sharp fangs...
Twenty lives were lost, trampled, torn apart, and eaten...
Through the Internet, Zhuang Li learned that these beasts held such carnival parties several times every month.
Unlike their ancestors, they no longer had to lurk in the darkness and laboriously hunt for food, then hide from humans everywhere. Instead, they could simply lie in their luxurious castles, lazily playing with their tassels, folding fans, or red wine glasses, while their slaves would respectfully offer them the most delicious food.
The food consisted of virgins, babies, and beating human hearts dug out alive.
In this era, no one dared to get married and have children, because the children born would either have their throats slit and their blood taken, or they would grow up to become living blood bags of vampires.
After the birth rate plummeted, baby factories emerged to ensure a food supply for vampires. The babies were naturally produced by imprisoned women. The kind of lives they led was beyond the imagination of others.
The atmosphere of terror is everywhere and everyone lives in despair.
A more dangerous trend of thought is spreading in human society, that is vampire worship.
This trend of thought is no different from India's caste system. It is quietly destroying people's will to resist and making them willingly become slaves, containers, and food.
After a while, humans will get used to this kind of horror, to their own lowliness, and to the fate of being slaughtered. Vampires will become their faith, completely dominating their bodies and souls.
The vampire hunters who are still active underground will disappear forever in the near future because they will no longer find successors with the spirit of resistance.
The most terrifying thing is that there is no hope.
Zhuang Li had never been so angry. He closed his sister's collar with trembling fingertips, then pushed the coffin to the crematorium behind the funeral home and, with red eyes, sent his sister's body into the furnace.
Half an hour later, he walked into the dressing room holding an exquisite urn.
The funeral home's dressing room was naturally used to apply makeup to corpses. Since many corpses died in tragic circumstances and required meticulous repairs, this was where all the tools Zhuang Li needed for disguises were stored.
An hour later, an old man with white hair and wrinkles on his face came out of the dressing room with a hunched back, carrying a black plastic bag.
The funeral home's surveillance system had long been turned off. The old man walked outside calmly and swaggeringly, avoiding the cameras along the way and disappearing in the crowd.
Meanwhile, Okar was frantically tracking down the hacker, but he couldn't find any clues. He wanted to transfer the money back, but he didn't have permission to touch the eight princes' accounts.
In a rage, he began to smash everything around him, including Wang Annie.
Wang Annie, who has not yet established a deep relationship with Okar, is nothing more than a lowly toy in the eyes of these vampires.
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Zhuang Li used a disguised face to falsify his identity and academic qualifications, and was hired as a researcher at a biological research institute.
Those who are "lucky" enough to become vampires automatically become nobles and only need to lie at home and wait to be served. The rest of the humans are all slaves and food.
Society is divided into two completely opposite parts: one side possesses all the wealth, while the other side is as lowly as pigs and dogs. In such a situation, who would still have the heart to engage in scientific research and construction?
As a result, the technological level of every country has regressed and a large number of factories have begun to stop production.
If this research institute had not been responsible for improving the taste of blood for vampires and had not received support from the leadership, it might have gone bankrupt long ago.
The director of the research institute is naturally a vampire, but he only comes to work once every few months. All the people working under him are humans. Excluding cleaners, security guards and maintenance workers, there are only six people doing research, and Zhuang Li is one of them.
The laboratory’s star products include milk-flavored blood, red wine-flavored blood, fruit-flavored blood, etc.
Vampires have no sense of taste and cannot enjoy the pleasure of delicious food. These different flavors of blood greatly improve their quality of life, so they are very popular in the market.
Therefore, the government approved a huge sum of money for the research institute to purchase high-tech equipment to develop products with more flavors.
The list of equipment to be purchased had been handed to the vampire supervisor, but he would never take a serious look at it and would only order his subordinates to buy according to the list. He knew nothing about technology.
He had people buy equipment, and human researchers would never dare to ask any questions even if they had no use for it.
This completely fragmented management model gave Zhuang Li ample room to maneuver. He hacked into the network, modified the list, and added the equipment he needed without hesitation.
So, two months later, Zhuang Li had his own private laboratory with all the necessary equipment. His colleagues knew nothing about his situation and had never even visited his laboratory.
This isn't surprising. They're all involved in blood research, and their research directions are highly aligned. Their relationship is one of parallel competition, not cross-collaboration. If they don't visit others' labs, there's naturally no reason for others to visit theirs.
This also eliminates the possibility of everyone's research results being borrowed or stolen from each other.
Under the terrifying pressure of vampires, their achievements are their capital for survival, and they will not allow others to covet them.
Therefore, Zhuang Li’s working environment is very relaxed and closed.
After getting the experimental equipment, he immediately posted an announcement on the dark web to buy a vampire, but after several days, no one dared to accept the order. So he had to lower his requirements and buy vampire blood instead.
The three dealers were now wanted criminals, but Okar hadn't linked his stolen funds to them, so the reward wasn't high. Months later, more photos of wanted criminals appeared on the wanted list, and fewer and fewer people were paying attention to the dealers.
Okar was a ruthless ruler who often killed entire families for trivial matters. There were so many people who had similar experiences with the banker that everyone just read about them and then forgot about them.
In this dark world, what is least lacking is tragedy.
But Zhuang Li cannot be forgotten, and will never be forgotten.
He learned from 7480 that his lover's name in this world was Lei Ming, but no trace of him could be found in reality. His existence had been completely erased, and his sacrifice for humanity was not remembered by anyone who came after him.
"The world will get better, believe me." Zhuang Li murmured to himself as he sat in front of the computer waiting for news.
At this moment, someone replied to him: [How much can you offer? ]
[How much do you want?] Zhuang Li, who treated Okar like an ATM, asked generously.
Through Le Qinglan's mediation, most of Okar's lost funds were recovered. Seven of the eight princes returned the money, but Prince Solo, who lived in Country Y, remained silent.
It was said that Le Qinglan personally visited Prince Solo in Country Y, but the prince refused to even open the castle gates. Since his strength was on par with Heinrich, Okar had no choice but to accept defeat.
Now that Okar had money, he naturally fell under Zhuang Li's scrutiny. In a sense, Zhuang Li was also a vampire.
[Low-level vampire blood costs 5 million per drop, mid-level vampire blood costs 10 million per drop, and high-level vampire blood costs 100 million per drop.] Someone named X sent this message.
[I want 10 ml for each of the low-level, medium-level, and high-level products. How much do I pay?]
1.15 billion.
[The deal is done. Can we have long-term cooperation in the future? 】
"That depends on what you do with the blood. You want to become a vampire by injecting vampire blood? Don't believe the rumors on the internet; they won't work. You can only become a vampire if the vampire is willing to give you the First Embrace."
[I'm researching ways to kill vampires.] In the online world, Zhuang Li could completely hide himself, so he spoke the truth without hesitation.
No matter what faction the other party belonged to, Zhuang Li could handle it. If it was an enemy, he could just disappear at any time; if it was a vampire hunter, that was even better, as he was worried about finding help.
X was silent for a long time before saying: [Are you kidding?]
"No, I plan to kill Okar and everyone around him when the next blood moon arrives. I've already paid you the deposit, please deliver on time." Zhuang Li left this sentence and disappeared.
But he did not log off. Instead, he went deeper into the network and followed every clue to track down the man named X.
Following X's activities, Zhuang Li soon discovered that he was a member of an underground organization called "Six Days" that specialized in smuggling.
"Six days?" Zhuang Li chewed on these two words, and ripples appeared in the calm lake of his heart.
If you remove the "mi" radical from the character for "Ming," you'll end up with six days. So what's the relationship between this organization and love?
Is he overthinking it?
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