Locke, the burly black man, was getting drunk in a tavern in the dock area. In addition to being a well-hidden follower of the priest, he was also a rather influential figure in the dock area. But at this time, the atmosphere in the tavern had become a little strange. The new waiter quietly wiped the glasses, and the number of burly men in the tavern increased.
They started to dissuade some untactful guests, but they didn't disturb him.
It wasn't until there was a commotion outside the tavern that the burly men in the tavern retreated silently. At present, only Locke was left in the entire tavern area. The guests who were chased out curiously looked at the windows, and the guests upstairs also carefully gathered at the stairs to observe. Only the owner of the tavern and two new waiters were diligently cleaning up the messy tables and chairs.
Then, a hand pushed open the door of the tavern, and Chen Ang strode into the tavern with a group of people. As an Asian, Chen Ang naturally attracted everyone's attention. Everyone seemed to feel a kind of dramatic tension, and they sighed in unison because of regret. "Oh!"
The dozen people behind Chen Ang were wrapped in black robes. Two of them guarded the entrance of the tavern, the other four guarded the passageways that Locke might pass through, and the rest followed behind Chen Ang. Chen Ang found the seat in front of Locke and sat down slowly.
No matter how calm and collected Locke was at this time, he couldn't help but be cautious. He quietly observed everything around him from the corner of his eye, and when he saw the young face of Chen Ang sitting in front of him, he was a little stunned and then relaxed. No matter who it was, being so young meant that he wasn't experienced enough, and it also meant that he wouldn't be difficult to deal with.
So, he spoke first, "Are you looking for me?"
Chen Ang replied slowly, "I'm looking for Imoden's subordinate, Hafz's right-hand man, an ancient Egyptian priest and sacred warrior. Is he you? Locke? "
Perhaps it was because Chen Ang's image lacked deterrence, but the tension he expected didn't show up. He looked at the man's slender neck and felt that he could strangle the man's neck with his strong arms at the first sign of conflict. Although the people hidden in the cloaks were very dangerous, there was a perfect hostage within his attack range.
So Locke calmly asked, "What do you want?"
"You don't have anything on you that I want. As you can see, I don't care about the little power you have, and I don't care about your master, Imoden. To be honest, I don't even believe that you are still loyal to him. No loyalty can withstand the test of a thousand years. The Guardians can't, and neither can you. "
Chen Ang squinted his eyes and said with a smile, "I only care that you guys don't bring me any trouble, so I'm prepared to kill any possible variables before they sprout." He called for his men and placed a box on the table. He said to Locke, "If you are willing to obey me, this is yours!" After saying that, he pushed the box over.
Locke pressed on the box and his expression suddenly changed. He felt the weight of the box in his hand, but in the hands of the man next to him, the box didn't seem much heavier than a feather.
Locke opened the box and it was filled with gold. There were fifteen kilograms of gold bars and twenty kilograms of silver bars, shining brightly. His pupils suddenly shrank when he saw such a huge amount of wealth. He sneered and asked, "What do you want to buy from me?"
Chen Ang said slowly, "Everything."
Locke suddenly grinned and said, "But have you ever thought that I may not have to pay so much …" After saying that, he suddenly jumped up and overturned the table in front of him to block the man with a disheveled head next to him. At the same time, he closed in on Chen Ang and grabbed Chen Ang's neck with one hand. The tattoo on his body was green as if it was alive. The mysterious runes on the tattoo gave him more agility and strength.
Seeing that he was about to grab Chen Ang's neck, he felt that one of his hands was pinched. His right wrist seemed to be locked by an iron hoop. He couldn't struggle at all. He only felt that the hand that grabbed him was as firm as a root.
Locke turned around in surprise, only to see Chen Ang stretch out a hand and firmly grab his right hand.
Seeing Locke's blank eyes, Chen Ang gently twisted and an indescribable force swept up along Locke's meridians. The twisted muscles and bones caused severe pain, causing Locke to involuntarily twist his body. However, the huge force that twisted his arm continued to exert force. Soon, Locke was twisted into a strange position.
Chen Ang glanced at the tattoos on his body and suddenly gave an order to the vampire next to him. A vampire cut his wrist with his nails and sprayed blood on Locke.
Chen Ang casually chanted a few incantations and the bloody power seeped into Locke's tattoo. It flowed on the surface of his body and gradually dyed the runes on it red. At this time, the vampire squad that went to control the other members of the priestly organization returned with the prisoners.
Chen Ang let go of Locke's hand and let him go on his own.
Just when Locke was about to resist, he felt a subtle force coming from the rune tattoo on his body, making him involuntarily follow Chen Ang to the car they came in.
"Send him to the lab. I have something to ask him later," ordered Chen Ang casually.
He asked some of the vampire squads to take turns escorting them back, while he took the other group to the governor's district in Cairo. If the dock area was a paradise for sailors and poor people from all over the world, then the governor's district was where the nobles and officials lived. Not only was the security much better, but the environment was also much better than in a colonial city like Cairo.
Western-style buildings were built here, and there were guards and police patrolling everywhere. There were also streetlights and decorations on the roadside.
Chen Ang's car drove smoothly into the governor's district. The guards and soldiers on the road saw the eye-like symbol on the front of the car and wisely didn't come forward to question them. Chen Ang easily drove the car to a manor where a banquet was being held.
Chen Ang got out of the car and walked into the venue. He walked along the marble path into the banquet hall. The guard at the door saw the eye pattern embroidered on the collars of the black-robed men beside him. He quickly lowered his head and said, "The Omniscient Eye, the Eye of the Moon God. We will follow your instructions … "
Most of the people in the banquet hall were white Westerners and British and French dignitaries. They firmly controlled the power of Egypt through advisers and cabinet ministers of the Egyptian government. That was why even though Egypt had become independent two years ago, Chen Ang still called it a colonial government. How could a government controlled by foreigners have the face to call itself the government representing Egypt?
When Chen Ang entered, he attracted people's attention. He didn't hide his skin color, so someone immediately stood up and shouted at him, "Yellow-skinned monkey, this is not a place you should be! Guards, what are the guards doing? " He thought that his manly behavior would make him look taller, and the ladies in the banquet hall covered their mouths and giggled.
Someone shouted, "Let him in! It's good to have some fun … "
The white man was even more furious. He jumped up and said, "These stupid and lazy b * tches …"
Chen Ang gave the man in black next to him a look, and someone immediately went up to drag him away. The strong white man struggled and said angrily, "What are you doing? You b * tches! " The man in black who was dragging him casually broke his neck, calmed his body, and dragged him out of the banquet hall.
Everyone was stunned. Some of the noblewomen screamed and shouted, "Murder! Murder! "
Chen Ang pointed at the crowd one by one. "This, this, and this, make them shut up … I want to see most of the people here in the lab. The garbage in the dock area and the city have been cleaned up. Why isn't there any here? The governor's district's garbage accounts for at least 30% of the population here. There's such a big shortage of experimental subjects recently! What is Hong Fan doing? "
"It's good to keep some useful people. What's the point of keeping so many useless people here? "
"Now, come with me to meet the master here — Viscount Rosebery."
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