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Chapter 194 - 194 144 He is Harder than Iron (6600)_1

Chapter 194: 144 He is Harder than Iron (6600)_1 Chapter 194: 144 He is Harder than Iron (6600)_1 An indescribable delicacy!

For the currently weak Jian, the blood seeping between Casio’s fingers was tantamount to the ultimate delicious honey, the nectar and ambrosia. It wasn’t just because of his extreme blood thirst at the moment, but also because of the superior quality of the blood inside Casio’s body.

The third blood acceleration, a major accomplishment for a martial artist. It’s akin to three small steps forward in the inhuman domain, where the essence of the physical body has silently transformed. This especially manifested in Casio’s blood flowing in his veins, now it’s as thick and heavy as lead mercury.

If a vampire was asked to evaluate,

A drop of Casio’s blood equates to the quality of half a liter of normal human blood. The typical adult male, weighing about 70 kilograms, has around 4.5 to 5 liters of blood in his body. Ten drops of Casio’s blood could be the equivalent to that of an adult’s.

Jian, who was starving, was suddenly fed such high-quality fresh blood, eliciting a faint nasal sound. He comfortably hummed like a puppy drinking milk, showing a complying disposition.

Suddenly, the finger in his mouth was pulled out.

“Huh?” Jian was quite reluctant, but he didn’t dare to defy Casio. The blood drawn from his finger hole was meager as Jian only managed to ingest enough to be half-satisfied. Moreover, Jian was still injured.

After healing his wounds, he would go back to being hungry.

And this, was the exact state Casio wanted to see.

Only a severely weakened Blood Clan member is a good vampire, only then they obediently listen under his fist without any deceptive intentions.

Next to the tree trunk, Jian, still unsatisfied, licked his lips. His amber eyes looked longingly at Casio’s retracted finger.

“Behave yourself, or next time the tree will Pierce through not your right chest, but your left chest where your heart lies…”

Casio, expressionless, reached out his big hand and with a slight pull, tore off the branch the thickness of a calf. The straight branch was flung and nailed directly to a tree trunk.

The tail part emitted a humming noise, quivering back and forth.

Jian, leaning against the rough bark, feebly shuffled his legs on the ground before stumbling back to his feet.

Then, he put his right hand on the wound in his chest, the remaining blood energy began to converge for accelerated healing.

On the other side, Casio did not look at Jian. Instead, he took strides towards the direction of Mirror Lake, his silhouette melding into the darkness.

Seeing this, Jian didn’t dare to attempt an escape. He obediently leaned against the tree trunk, incessantly recovering from the chest wound.

A few minutes later, a silhouette emerged from the darkness.

Casio was dressed in a white shirt, black suit pants, and had a beige tie around his neck. He seemed like a regular office worker. However, this set of clothes didn’t quite fit him, it was several sizes too small. Despite managing to put them on, two buttons on the shirt were left unbuttoned, exposing his bulging chest muscles and abs.

He had gone to find clothes because his previous clothes had been torn during the fight with Duomeng. His long pants had become short pants, so Casio went to search for the three vampire guards he killed earlier.

One had a hole through his chest from an iron fist, another was cut in half, both being severely damaged and blood stained. However, the first vampire he killed, the one whose head exploded, his clothes were relatively intact and was in the attire of an office worker. Casio, lacking options, put them on.

“…”

Jian, who had almost recovered from his injury, silently watched.

Casio felt the boy’s gaze, it seemed more regretful than hateful, more submissive and fearful. Did he manage to tame this little vampire by wielding carrot and stick, or was this boy suffering from Stockholm Syndrome?

He shrugged nonchalantly, then began to adjust his collar, stained with splattered blood, and rolled up his sleeves.

“Since you’ve almost recovered, lead the way…”

Jian’s face fell, he opened his mouth to say, “If I lead the way for you, could you let me have a small sip of your blood again?”

“Are you telling me what to do?” Casio responded, raising an eyebrow, “You’re a prisoner at my mercy, what qualifications do you have to negotiate terms with me? Come here!” He left no room for negotiation.

“I…” Jian wanted to say something else, but he suddenly felt a gust from behind. He experienced vertigo.

By the time he reacted, he was lying on Casio’s shoulder, restrained by a sturdy hand.

Jian wanted to struggle out of panic, however the weight pressing on his waist started to increase. It was as if he would be split in half with a slight squeeze from the opposing party.

He immediately ceased to move and obediently complied.

“You lead the way, show me where the vampire stronghold is,” Casio’s tone was unyielding as he stepped into the darkness.

On the other hand, in the direction leading from the suburbs of Jinghu City to the woods,

A man wearing a black jacket walked swiftly through the woods, carrying a slender figure on his shoulders.

The man’s pace was neither fast nor slow, but he seemed familiar with the terrain of the woods at night, making his journey smooth.

“Hoot hoot…”

A few owls hooted overhead.

The man abruptly halted his steps and looked around momentarily before resuming his path after assuring no one was there.

Several tens of meters away, behind a fir tree.

Kacy leaned tightly against the tree trunk. She breathed as calmly as possible while her heart pounded uncontrollably.