They hadn't sped up before, but after that little girl ran in, they suffered again. Even a fool could see who was causing trouble!
Ron, who had been silently following beside the group and was running out of breath, was also furious and gritted his teeth.
To avoid being worked to death here today, Marcus finally mustered his last bit of strength and roared through gritted teeth at the closed door, "Old John!"
Finally, his desperate roar had an effect.
The force that had been holding them still finally disappeared, and the four of them collapsed to the ground like exhausted dead dogs, panting heavily. With each breath, it felt as if their lungs were being rubbed on sandpaper, causing excruciating pain.
After a long while, none of them were able to get up from the ground.
It wasn't until they heard the sound of a door opening not far away that these people reluctantly raised their heads to look at the scene in the distance.
"Seriously, Marcus, without Reynolds by your side, you'd be reduced to a thief by now?!"
Old John raised an eyebrow, a hint of schadenfreude in his expression.
"Don't say I framed you. Think it over carefully. This is my home!"
What traps I set in my house is my business! If you hadn't trespassed, how would these mechanisms have been triggered?!
So even if you've run into a lot of trouble this time, it's your own problem! It's not my fault!
Marcus glared fiercely at Marcus, though he wished he could tear him to pieces. But as Old John had said, he had no reason to cause him trouble now.
I know what you're going to say, you doubt me!
But even if you have doubts, do you think you can so recklessly cast a sleeping spell on an innocent civilian like me and then break into my home without any evidence?!
Oh, I know you'll say I'm a vampire.
But don't forget, I am a registered legal resident. Legally, I am no different from a citizen of the smog-ridden country!
I could sue you for what you did today!
Before Marcus and the others could speak, old John continued to glare aggressively at Marcus, showing no sign of backing down or calming things down.
Although Marcus was filled with murderous hatred, he had no intention of escalating the situation.
He pursed his lips, somewhat humiliated, suppressing the anger in his heart, and looked at Old John sincerely, saying, "I'm sorry, this was my fault. I apologize for my recklessness and rudeness."
Clearly, Marcus's concession came as a surprise to old John.
However, he only hesitated for a moment before realizing what was happening. He waved his hand dismissively and said, "Alright, alright, I don't want to talk to you anymore. Let's leave it at that. You guys get some rest and then you can go!"
This time, Marcus and his group suffered a great loss, so they stopped causing trouble. They rested on the ground for a while, then helped each other to their feet, walked out of the yard, and left.
"It seems they're really gone this time." Gu Qi stood by the third-floor window until the four figures turned into tiny dots and disappeared from sight before turning around and going downstairs. He went to the basement and addressed the people who were already waiting inside, saying, "No, Reynolds, what did you see that made these people act like mad dogs, abandoning all basic decency, and trying to drag you back?!"
Gu Qi was genuinely curious.
Although he hadn't dealt with the people of the Vatican many times, he knew that these people, like the vampires, were somewhat concerned with their own image and appearances.
Their arrogance is ingrained in their bones, and coupled with their self-proclaimed status as the epitome of elegance, every action and word is confined to that framework.
Such acts of sneaking into other people's homes in the middle of the night...
They have always looked down on them.
I never expected that they would actually use it themselves this time!
"Do you remember what you said before, that you found a place where that thing can thrive in our world? I suspect I've found one too!"
Right here in the Vatican of our smog-filled country.
Now that things had come to this, Reynolds didn't hide anything. He simply told Song Mengmeng and the others about his experiences after returning to the Smog Country.
Actually, Reynolds didn't think too much about it when he first returned to his country.
He initially followed his usual practice and planned to report his findings in China to Archbishop Odal, whom he knew well at the Vatican.
In his view, the Vatican must respond to such an important matter.
But to his surprise, Odal stopped him as soon as he voiced his guess.
Even a fool could tell something was wrong from Odal's ambiguous words that followed. So, for his own safety, he began to vaguely tell Odal the most important information he knew, mixing truth with falsehood.
Although he managed to smooth things over for a while, after leaving Odal, he suddenly realized something was wrong.
"I smelled a similar scent on the dead Varenna."
Although it was very faint, I'm sure that feeling was right!
So I quietly concealed myself and followed the young monks who wanted to go to the temple to pray to a place I had never been before.
Although I didn't go inside, the strong, nauseating odor I smelled the moment the door opened made me know without a doubt that it was caused by those things!
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