Sometimes, the easier someone was to talk to, the more disadvantageous they were.
As soon as Luke expressed his dissatisfaction, the other party immediately changed his attitude and didn't dare show any respect to a major Japanese family anymore.
In fact, the Ishida family wasn't much in front of Kreacher, the head of a Hydra branch.
It was a little demeaning to call them a fart, but if they didn't want to give face, then they didn't have to.
In the end, Kreacher was still a "governor" of Hydra.
It wasn't easy for him to destroy the Ishida family with his official power in Japan, but it wasn't hard for him to stop them, either.
The reason why the research institute had asked Kreacher to be the intermediary was because he had official channels in Japan that could win the trust of the Ishida family.
Otherwise, the other party would have tossed Kreacher aside long ago.
Kreacher, on the other hand, cared about the research institute's results.
Unless he wanted to take a billion dollars from the Ishida family, this family was useless to him.
In short, it was just a potential prey for Kreacher, and wasn't even an opponent.
Crossing his legs, Luke took a sip of the black tea.
The classical courtyard with neon lights in the summer still had a bit of an artistic conception.
On the other side, two people with ulterior motives had gathered together and were scheming against each other.
One of them was Ishida Shiro, who had age spots all over his face and looked skinny.
The other was a bald middle-aged man with a few slanting scars on his face. He was the head of the secret research institute.
They didn't probe each other too much.
The last meeting had been a test, and both sides knew that Ishida Shiro wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer.
Sometimes, aging was scarier than cancer, because it was irreversible.
At a certain point in time, old people would feel the countdown to their lives.
It was hard for young people to understand the despair of having their lives slipping away.
Most people had to wait until they were at least thirty or forty years old to see their young parents grow old and could pass away at any moment before they realized the mercilessness of time.
After getting straight to the point, the two of them had a final discussion about their previous disagreement.
Ishida Shiro asked for detailed data on the treatment, and for his men to personally observe the treatment process.
Of course, Ishida's men didn't ask for the core data and experiments.
After all, the bald man with the scar wasn't mentally disabled, and wouldn't agree to such an outrageous request.
But even if it was just the main data and experiments, it was still deeply involved with the bald man's secrets, so he still couldn't agree to it.
After talking for less than ten minutes, the bald man suddenly shut up and tilted his head as if listening to something.
Ishinada Shiro was puzzled. "Mr. Schlade?"
The bald man, Shredder, came back to his senses and smiled. "Oh, what is it?"
Ishinada Shiro was suspicious. "I hope you can understand that safety is the prerequisite for any treatment. If you don't let my medical staff know about it, I won't be able to receive this treatment because it could kill me instantly. "
Shryder turned his head. There was only a young blonde Caucasian woman in the room. She was wearing a white coat and was checking Shi Zhitian's physical condition in front of a monitoring device.
He nodded. "Yes, I agree with you."
Shi Zhitian was taken aback once more. Is he going to relent?
However, Schlade continued, "So, you don't have to make a choice. Just accept it."
At the same time, a few screams came from outside the courtyard. Those were the voices of the guards.
Ishinada Shiro's heart skipped a beat, and his hand on the bed moved slightly. "Mr. Schlade, what do you mean?"
Schlade's expression was calm. "I'll make you immortal, but loyalty is the price you have to pay."
As he spoke, four lean and naked "people" opened the door and walked in.
They were dragging the bodies of the eight security guards outside, leaving thick bloodstains on the ground.
Ishinada Shiro narrowed his eyes. "What do you want?"
Schlade smiled and opened the small box next to him.
Inside the box was a small syringe with a dark red liquid. "After you use my 'true blood', you will thank me like the most loyal servant."
Shi Zhitian said coldly, "Are you talking about slaves?"
Schlade didn't think much of it. He picked up the syringe, stood up, and walked over. "If that's what you think, then you're not wrong."
Looking at the old man's expression, he inexplicably felt that everything was under his control. He casually explained, "Do you know about vampires? This is how they create dependents. A drop of their own true blood is enough to make an ordinary person immortal. "
Shi Zhitian's eyes flickered, but he sneered. "So, you're just another vampire's subordinate?"
Schlade chuckled. "Of course not. I drained the vampire who gave me true blood, so he's dead and I'm free. "
As he spoke, he was already standing next to Shi Zhitian and inserted the syringe into the needle in his hand. Dark red blood flowed into the old man's withered arm.
Shi Zhitian Shiro didn't resist.
Schlade wasn't surprised.
This old man was so old that it was difficult for him to even move his arm. It was only slightly better than being completely paralyzed.
Besides, if you wanted to live, it wasn't unacceptable to be someone else's dog. At least, many people in Japan had this awareness, which was why they had always been educated in the American way.
As a mixed-race American and Japanese who grew up in Japan, Schlade knew this all too well.
This was a contradictory nation of arrogance and inferiority, deference and insanity.
Arrogance and deference were just a facade they had acquired. Inferiority and insanity were their innate nature.
Seeing Shi Zhitian stare at him with an indescribable look in his eyes, Schlade frowned and suddenly felt that it was a little strange.
However, he didn't think too much about it.
Shi Zhitian's old and shriveled face was filling up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He closed his eyes and trembled all over, letting out intermittent and strange moans.
In a few dozen seconds, his face changed from old to middle-aged, and finally to that of a man in his early twenties.
Finally, he opened his eyes. The whites and pupils of his eyes had a faint layer of dark red.
Schlade said, "You can get up now."
Shi Zhitian, on the other hand, was intoxicated by the vitality in his body. "It really is amazing. Thank you, Mr. Schlade. "
As soon as he said that, the bed beneath him suddenly wrapped around him and disappeared from the room.
Schlade was stunned for a moment before he sneered. "I order you to come out immediately and kneel in front of me."
In the end … there was no reaction.
Schlade frowned. He didn't sense anything wrong with the power to control his dependents.
But Shi Zhitian's absence was the biggest anomaly.
His face darkened. "Tear down this bed."
The bed Shi Zhitian slept on was something that looked like a table. Schlade suspected that it was a secret passage.
A vampire's control over their dependents was affected by distance, and it would basically lose effect if they were more than fifty meters away.
If he quickly distanced himself from Schlade, Shi Zhitian would indeed be free from Schlade's control.
As long as he hid in peace in the future, this old fellow might really be able to live freely.
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