The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 163 Ch.1 Hyman

When Randolph Taylor left, Marvolo's expression darkened completely.

Talk to Enid Judith?

Talk about shit.

Why should he talk to that crazy woman?

Taylor's little fox...

It seems that like his father, he has no idea of ​​​​integrating into a noble person.

The old man's eyes were cold and he stared at the tall woman kneeling in front of him carefully.

"Now, you can talk, Annie."

His voice was thick and deep, sounding particularly depressed.

"I asked you to cooperate with Jasmine and come into contact with another world - this is already a gift enough. A despicable and shameless freak dares to mess up my big event and let my child get hurt..."

His words became slower and slower, and finally, almost every word turned into a slap, slapping Annie's face:

"how dare you?"

The brick surface was hard and cold.

Annie placed the wine glass gently on the table nearby.

Touch your head to the ground.

"Mr. Heyman, I have no idea how those black crows found the party..."

Heyman pulled his face, the skin was lifted up, but there was not enough meat inside. This made him look like he wasn't really smiling, but instead had the ferocious look of a human skin mask.

"Inquisition..."

Heyman swung his wine glass and pointed it at the kneeling figure in front of him: the six-foot-plus giant was covered in blood.

"How's Andrew doing?"

He asked Louis Heyman next to him.

"After the ceremony was interrupted, Black Crow took them to the church for treatment. Father, I'm afraid they will take advantage of this..."

Old Heyman waved his hand and said disapprovingly: "I will find time to meet Lord Hever... There is no need for these 'messengers of justice' to exist. If we were not as kind as the church, we would not want to see war."

The red-haired man paused, bowed and whispered: "...My brother has been closely related to the private alliance recently."

"Businessmen?" Old Heiman's face moved slightly, then he shook his head: "Impossible, those businessmen are unwilling to offend us."

Lewis hesitated: "Could it be..."

"It doesn't matter who you are anymore." Marvolo Heyman shook his head and looked at his son gently: "You look very much like me, like me when I was young. Louis, although Master Chloe is kind to you. , but I hope you understand - the blood of the Hyman family flows in your veins, and you must live up to your last name."

"You are so smart, you must understand what I am talking about, right?"

Lewis remained silent, lowered his head, turned around, and picked up a metal box that had been placed in the corner.

"This is this month's share."

The rusty iron box was lined with black velvet and contained fifteen crystal clear light red diamond-shaped crystals.

Old Heyman pinched out five of them, closed the box again, and asked Louis to put it away.

Then, he threw one to the woman kneeling in front of him.

A crystal the size of a fingernail, with a red flow hidden in it.

"How are you, my dear Anne?"

Old Heyman said as he placed the crystal on the rim of the glass.

let go.

It fell silently into the wine.

The sauvignon-like condensation immediately boiled the cold wine, like a fountain of blood that kept rising, but what spewed out was not liquid, but scarlet blood mist.

Marvolo Heyman held the cup with both hands with a pious expression, squinted his eyes, and deeply sucked in the gradually surrounding mist.

They were fishy-sweet dewdrops that were invisible to the naked eye, formed from the flesh and blood of mortals, and flowing under the skin and flesh of living higher creatures.

They are absorbed and solidified by the ritualist using a special method, and each one is extremely precious.

"...This is the most amazing and useful thing I have ever seen in my life."

He breathed for a long time until the red mist gradually dissipated.

Old Heyman slowly raised his eyes.

There was a strange look in the cloudy pupils.

He went from being a lethargic old man to being as energetic and energetic as a young man.

"We have the same destiny, but destiny is not static. There is always unpredictable power that can change this already destined outcome...Annie, I gave you the power to escape death."

He saw the woman kneeling in front of him carefully pick up the crystal and hold it in her hands, and a look of satisfaction appeared on her face.

"Our brains have grown beyond what they should have, which means that our wisdom is far beyond that of ordinary people - we don't need those barbers to use saws to cut open our skulls and be manipulated by them like animals. As long as you come closer to me, you will always kneel down In front of the Heiman family..."

Old Heyman's eyes were blazing: "Then, you will always be able to live."

Anne lowered her head and said, "I am willing to be sent by you."

"You have dealt with people from the Cradle of Flesh. You should know that they will never communicate with you on an equal footing. So Annie, do the job I give you well..."

He smiled and tapped his forehead with his finger: "We both understand that the pain in this head can make people crazy."

Anne lowered her head.

"How old is my little toy?"

"Four hundred people."

"not enough."

Annie's voice was very soft: "Sir, if the Elephant Gang continues to expand endlessly, I will be unable to control it. As the members of the gang become more and more chaotic, we will soon become a thorn in the eyes of those black men..."

Old Heyman said slowly: "You, you don't have to worry about Heipi, Annie, don't you know how powerful I am? Continue to expand, before I say stop - in this city, low-level people What is it that people don’t have?”

Annie nodded: "I understand."

"My people will help you detonate the bomb... My giant, I guess you don't care about this little toy, do you? Compared to your own life... Is the Elephant Gang important?"

The woman looked indifferent: "I don't need the Elephant Gang, but the Elephant Gang needs me, Mr. Heyman. If these lowly people can play a small role in your great cause, it is their honor... I will kneel in front of you until you don't need me."

"I won't need you, Annie." Heyman said softly: "When this is over, I will prepare a new identity for you."

The woman below crawled again until she got permission, and quietly stood up and left the room.

When she left, only the father and son were left.

"People call her 'Diamond Annie'." Old Heyman said to himself: "How much flesh and blood can these diamonds cut off... Stare at her, Louis."

Louis stared: "I don't think she will do anything stupid, father. She has felt the pain from the flesh, and she also longs for our clothes and higher seats-this obscene and deformed monster knows how to choose."

On one side is her own life, a bright future, a respected identity, red wine and champagne, banquets and servants.

On the other side is her small gang, a 'family' composed of criminals.

Smart people know how to choose.

Old Heyman seemed to disagree with his son's words. He stared at the boiling wine, which had already turned black, shook his head slowly, and murmured: "These people at the bottom are the support and guarantee of power, and at the same time, they are also our biggest enemies..."

"Stare at her, Louis."

The son on the side listened quietly and nodded: "I understand, father." After speaking, he paused again: "Brother and sister..."

Marvolo Heyman turned his face to the side and fell into deep thought.

In the dim light, his flesh was slowly moving under his wrinkled skin.

"A gentleman shouldn't try to reason with a mad dog."

"Talk to its owner."