To Dahm, the so-called Vampires and Blood Breeds were merely insects with slightly stronger life forces. They were not much different from ordinary humans. Even though these Blood Breeds had practiced a large number of martial arts and combat techniques that were suitable for them over the long years, these were useless to Dahm. Practicing them was equivalent to not practicing them at all.
"We're actually still alive … How lucky …" Pritto looked even weaker than Kaya. His chest had been pierced by Dahm's claw in order to save Kaya, and his core had almost been caught. Fortunately, he had moved in time and was prepared in advance. However, even so, all the blood in his body had been affected by Dahm's aura and sprayed out cleanly. There was not a single drop left, causing his vitality to be greatly damaged.
"A bunch of Blood Breeds were actually defeated by a single human. Furthermore, it was a massacre …" Pritto smiled bitterly. "This world is too crazy …"
Kaya opened her mouth and wanted to express her usual attitude of ignoring ordinary humans, but at this moment, she could not bring herself to say it.
"When my uncle comes, I'll definitely make the fellow who injured us pay the price!!" She finally squeezed out a ruthless sentence.
"Your uncle? Look at that bed over there, isn't that … "Pritto looked at his good friend with a sympathetic and pitiful gaze.
At this moment, a head slowly popped out from the last bed. It was a slightly bald middle-aged man.
He smiled bitterly and waved at Kaya.
"I'm sorry, Kaya …"
"Uncle!!" Kaya suddenly widened her eyes. Her expression was completely incomprehensible. "You!! How did you …??!! "
The middle-aged man rubbed his nose awkwardly.
"I met that man called Hochman on the way and was knocked unconscious by him with a punch. When I woke up, I was already here …"
“.....”
“.....”
There was an awkward silence in the ward.
Pritto did not know what to say, while Kaya's face was completely red. She was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a hole to hide in.
After a while …
"Oh right, Uncle Barry, did you come here alone?" Pritto obviously had a good relationship with this middle-aged Blood Breed as he casually struck up a conversation.
"Yes, I hurriedly drove here from home. I wanted to meet you before the Secret Party Blood Breeds arrived. I didn't have time to ask for help from other friends." Uncle Barry nodded honestly.
His human identity was that of a wealthy merchant. He looked rather plump and had a small mustache. No one would have thought that he was actually a top-notch boxer who specialized in American boxing. Moreover, he was a Blood Breed boxer. He was one of the few lower-level Blood Breed powerhouses in the light party.
"But don't worry, although I have been captured, my friends and brothers in the family should have realized that something is wrong. They should have taken action by now. We should be fine as long as we wait. " Barry explained with certainty. He came all the way here to save his niece, but he didn't expect that he would also be involved. This made him, as an elder, feel a little embarrassed, and he urgently needed to save some face.
"Oh right, where are Isaros and the rest?"
Only then did Kaya remember that there were three other people.
"They were taken away by the people here …" Barry replied.
*****
On a road outside Berlin.
A black limousine with silver-patterned vines was driving steadily. It was out of place among the other cars around it and was particularly eye-catching.
This kind of car was like an exquisite work of art. Its slender and streamlined exterior was like a mirror that could reflect people's reflections.
The speed of the limousine wasn't fast, but it steadily overtook a few large trucks and ordinary cars. It attracted the curious gazes of the other car owners, some of them even took out their phones to take pictures.
It was the world's top luxury handmade car, the Athena Type IV, one of the top four car manufacturers in the world. It was a limited edition and cost more than five million euros.
It was also the only car in the Nighthawks that was specifically for Garon to ride.
At this moment, the inside of the car didn't feel like the car was moving at all. It was like sitting on a sofa in a house. Although the scenery outside was quickly passing by, it didn't feel like they were moving at all.
No matter if it was the car's performance or the driver's skills, they were coordinated to an extremely powerful level.
Isaros and Arisa sat at the back while protecting Little Vivien. They silently observed everything around them.
After leaving the scene of the massacre, they were picked up by the man named Hochman. After a transfer, they flew directly to Germany and were finally arranged to board this luxurious car. After having an exquisite and sumptuous dinner in the car, the three of them finally calmed down.
Perhaps it was because the driver considered that they were quite frightened, so he considerately slowed down the car and drove slowly. It was almost impossible to feel that they were moving.
"Where are we going?" Vivien asked softly.
Arisa shook her head and only held Vivien's hand tightly. Her eyes, however, were looking at her sister Isaros.
Isaros nodded to show that she understood. She raised her head and was about to ask the driver.
"Ladies, don't ask anymore. We're about to reach Berlin." The driver was a beautiful woman with delicate features. She was dressed neatly in black, with long pants and a tight sleeveless shirt, showing off her full breasts and good figure.
"I'm Quentin. I'm here to pick you up on my teacher's orders." The woman introduced herself. "So don't worry, everything is over. You're very safe now."
"The teacher you're talking about is …?" Isaros frowned.
"You're our president, Garen? How come you don't know him? "Quentin seemed to be a little surprised.
Isaros' heart trembled.
Along the way, she saw a large group of armed men, as well as those two inhumanly strong and terrifying experts. It was an orderly and disciplined series of arrangements. All of them showed that there was an extremely powerful force behind the scenes that was controlling the overall situation.
She thought that she had already overestimated Garon's strength. She did not expect that she had underestimated him. That man's background. That man called Garon, what kind of world did he experience in the past? Who would have thought that there would be such a powerful force supporting him from behind?
No … It shouldn't be called support. It seemed that this force was cultivated by him.
The car moved forward slowly. Along the way, Quentin answered Isaros' questions from time to time.
Gradually, she revealed some information about Garon. Vivien, who was already frightened, slowly recovered. She was attracted by the conversation between the two of them. The Garon that they were talking about seemed to be completely different from the Garon in her memory.
The Garon that Quentin spoke of was strong, cold, and perfect. He was an inhuman existence that was almost deified.
The brother in her memory, on the other hand, was just ordinary. Other than being a little prettier and having good grades, there was nothing special about him.
The two of them were completely different.
Night slowly fell.
The car finally arrived at a luxurious villa area. It slowed down behind a black villa.
Whoosh …
The garage door opened automatically. There were fine red lights flashing above it.
Quentin slowly drove the car in and parked it in the leftmost parking space. The entire garage was unusually spacious. There were three expensive sports cars and a caravan parked inside.
Two men in black suits opened the car door for the three of them. They looked respectful.
"The leader has been waiting on the second floor for a long time. Please follow me."
One of the gentlemanly blonde men spoke in fluent American English. He flashed a charming smile at the three girls in the car. His spoken language had a London accent. It sounded like a combination of seriousness and elegance.
Isaros got out of the car first. She then stood in front of the car door and protected the two girls as they got out slowly. At the same time, she was also looking around at the surroundings.
The garage was illuminated by a soft yellow light. The light reflected off the surface of the car. Suddenly, there were a few light yellow spots in the garage.
The wall on the right where they got out of the car was a transparent glass wall. Through the glass, they could see a small guest room with sofas and vases. There were maids in black and white maid outfits who were wiping the dust off the furniture.
The blonde man who led the way was walking towards a corner of the glass wall. There was an automatic glass door there. At the door, a strong black man with a holster at his waist whispered a few words to him. He then retreated and bowed slightly towards them as a sign of respect.
Isaros returned the gesture with a smile. She brought Arisa and Vivien and followed closely behind.
To be honest, Arisa and her were getting along quite well. She had been in the Primary Colors' high-end laboratory before. It was not like she had never seen the best living conditions. However, Little Vivien couldn't remain calm.
Her two eyes looked around curiously. The thick nerves and adventurous spirit that were unique to Americans were vividly displayed on her body. She had almost died in a dangerous situation just now, but now she had recovered after a little more than a day.
"Vivien … Are you sure the person we are meeting is really your brother?" Arisa whispered into her ear.
"I don't know either …" Vivien shook her head. In fact, she was also curious and expectant.
The three of them followed into the small guest room. The maid who was cleaning the room lifted her skirt with both hands and gave them a standard salute. The three of them were at a loss. They did not know how to return the salute. They were immediately called to a small door on the right side of the guest room by the person who led the way.
There was a small elevator there. There was an iris and fingerprint scanner on the side of the silver-white elevator door. Isaros saw the blonde man look at his iris and press his fingerprints on it. Only then did the elevator door open.
She was sharp enough to notice that there was a hidden laser cutting trap in the interior of the silver-white elevator. Once an enemy broke through the elevator and entered it, or if they were paralyzed and entered the elevator, these laser cutters would have a terrifying killing power. In such a confined space, they were practically invincible.
"There was a little accident during this escort. The main culprit, Marshal Dahm, has already received the punishment he deserved. To be honest, Marshal Dahm's original intentions were good. However, he was agitated by the few Blood Breeds and became a little deranged. I hope you will not blame him anymore. "The blonde man said with a sincere expression.
Isaros only then noticed that this man was one of the four strongest subordinates of Dahm.
"He almost killed us." Isaros said coldly.
"No matter what kind of compensation you want, the marshal will promise to agree to it. This is his most sincere apology. I hope you can accept it. " The blonde man gently stuffed something into Isaros' palm. It seemed to be a small box. She did not know what was inside.
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