Son of the Tower

Chapter 167 Disqualification in the World III

After a few drinks at an izakaya owned by an old acquaintance nearby, Jin and Mansaburo returned to their workplaces.

Pushing open his office and closing the door, Wan Sanlang turned his head and found that the curtains had automatically lowered to block everything outside.

Huh, when did I lower down the bulletproof steel curtain?
Before Renhe Wansanlang had time to react, he heard the sound of the office door locking itself behind him.

At the same time, the lighting system in the entire office stopped working.

Renhe Wansanlang turned on the luminous mode of his left eye, trying to see what was going on, but at the moment of turning it on, the pain caused by the short circuit of the prosthetic eye made him cover his eyes—damn, the prosthetic eye was blocked Interference!This was what Renhe Wansanlang thought of for the first time.

Then one hand clasped his neck and pushed him back against the wall. Before that, a dagger pinned Renhe Wansanlang's right hand, which was about to draw a gun, to his chest.

"Mr. Wan Sanlang, don't struggle. Struggle will only make you die faster." The murderer's voice was very low and hoarse. After saying this, he retracted the hand that was pinching Ren and Wan Sanlang.

Renhe Wansanlang didn't dare to move, because the murderer was right, the dagger nailed his hand to the center of his chest, where all kinds of important organs and blood vessels are densely covered, and any careless movement would hurt him. He caused a fatal disaster by himself—even if he was a vampire, he should at least look like a human being in the eyes of outsiders.

"Money, the money is in the drawer over the desk." Although Ren and Wan Sanlang don't know who came, if they can buy peace with money, then the money in the drawer exists for this moment. Renhe Wansanlang has never been a stingy person before the balance.

After all, there is a four-character saying in southern Tainan that is good - spend money to eliminate disasters.

"I'm not here for the money, Mr. Wan Sanlang." The visitor said while snapping his fingers.

This time, the voice-activated headlight in the center of the office lit up the darkness, and the young cat man was sitting on the Ruoda chair in the office. In the open drawer, a stack of extremely thick money was in his hand.

"It's you!" Renhe Wansanlang recognized the murderer, and then he couldn't understand why it was him: "How could it be you!"

He recognized the person who came - it was the senior Natasha said, the apprentice from the high tower.

No, how could he be so powerful!
"It's me, Mr. Wan Saburo, I'm sorry, I heard the conversation between you and my junior Natasha earlier today, and just now, I heard the chat between you and your friend, I I'm still thinking, where can I find the Claude that Mr. Dongma said, after all, as a black market manager, your team leader is really an outstanding representative of the world of the Three Caves of the Rabbit." Having said this, Renhe Wansanlang's eyes The young catman laughed: "Thanks to Mr. Renhe, you and your friend gave me an answer."

"It turns out that you are the murderer who killed them." When he said this, Renhe Wansanlang felt pain from his wound—the dagger should have passed the vital point of his chest, but the dagger pierced his palm, breaking The lost finger bones have already started to torment their owners at this time. The pain made Renhe Wansanlang feel a fire burning in his heart. He was angry and roared in his heart: "Why don't you ask your junior!"

"What's the use of asking a girl with a light gray aura, Natasha knows less than anyone else." When the cat man said this, his eyes turned golden.

This is the characteristic of possessing and using divine superhuman abilities, which made Renhe Wansanlang say: "A murderer like you is even worthy of being an envoy of justice."

"Just like a villain like you can be an artist, justice is not created with slogans, but with steel and flesh. Justice must be more ruthless, more brutal, and more pure than evil like you... to be able to Defeat you." The golden pupils of the young catman in front of him faded away, and the owner of the cold black vertical pupils stared at Renhe Wansanlang: "Are you ready to face death, Mr. Vampire Wansanlang?"

"No! I don't admit my failure!" This time, Renhe Wansaburo stood up, stretched out his left hand, and pulled the dagger out of his body.

He felt that he was boiling, blood spurted out of his wound, and then gathered in front of him, it was an extraordinary awakening!
Renhe Wansanlang roared in ecstasy: "Have you seen it! This is the power from my ancestors! Self-promotion!"

"Yes, the power of vampires, I really didn't expect to see living descendants of vampires now. I thought the Trafanians had completed the extermination of vampires." The cat man sitting on the chair held the Qian used it as a fan, and then rested his chin with the other hand, as if he didn't rush to interrupt Renhe Wansanlang's awakening ceremony.

"In order to avoid being chased and killed! We long-lived species have to let short-lived species stain our blood. I have always thought that I would not be able to awaken my power. Thank you! Young man!" Renhe Wansanlang laughed wildly. No feeling: "I will eat you! Your flesh and blood is the first food on my evolutionary path!"

After finishing speaking, Renhe Wansanlang began to transform himself. The blood on his body would completely separate from his body, and then recast his body from the outside to the inside. During this process, he needs the nourishment of flesh and blood. The kitten in front of him is too proud , he will pay for his pride... what is that?
In Renhe Wansanlang's last memory, he saw a large cloud of mist sweeping towards him.

………………

In Mars' eyes, the liquid nitrogen spray from Meng Zou turned the bloody shell of the blood hybrid who was in the most critical stage of the awakening ceremony into a pile of distorted blood-colored ice.

"The brains of vampires are really problematic. It's been 2000 years, and they still call themselves immortal species. They don't even think about it. Human beings who have become full body can even live for thousands of years if they are properly maintained. The existence of sage-level sages, this kind of waste that can only live for 500 years can still be considered as a long-lived species, it really makes me laugh." Meng Zou looked at Mars while complaining: "You better hurry up, if His brain is frozen, and you won't be able to find anything new."

"Why don't you find information from his mobile phone? I don't want to touch vampires. Who knows if there will be any atavistic virus on him." Mars got up, picked up a golf club from his desk, and put The mobile phone belonging to Renhe Wansanlang was thrown at Meng Zou.

The latter caught the phone, started to crack it, and looked at Mars: "You are discriminating against vampires. Although they will return to their ancestors after awakening, they will only become big ears, big eyes, bald and pointed mouth. Tooth monsters, and there is no atavistic virus on them, everything is just an unscientific conjecture handed down from ancient times."

"Yes, I just discriminate. Mr. Wan Sanlang has changed from a person to a man-eating monster who can't even be a human being. Then why should he live in such a beautiful new world with us humans? Death is what we humans give Their best gift, and discrimination, is my only opinion on him, think for yourself, if there is an out-of-control machine in front of you and it says it wants to eat you, what would you think."

Having said that, Mars weighed the golf club in his hand and felt that it was a little smooth.

"Well... well, you're right, if there is a runaway machine that eats an honest machine like me for a living, I will also feel that I have nothing to say to it, and I can only choose to kill it." Meng Zou thought for a while , agreed with Mars' point of view.

"That's right, Meng Zou. Different ways don't conspire with each other. It's the same with him, and it's the same with you and the out-of-control machine." After finishing speaking, Mars raised his golf club and hit the ice sculpture in front of him. Shattered this frozen body.

Mr. Wan Sanlang, why do you say that this world is small? It is because the land and the sky cannot accommodate the innocent and the evil dancing together, let alone human beings and man-eating monsters sharing different dreams.

As for why the vampire's head wasn't smashed... To be honest, the Trafanisian's vampire museum hasn't had a new collection for a long time.

As for things like art, it is the last word to help each other and to appreciate both the refined and the popular.

Presumably Mr. Miwanro, a vampire artist, would also understand.

(End of this chapter)