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Chapter 444: 254 Organization·Ghost Knife·Garoro(4000)_2 Chapter 444: 254 Organization·Ghost Knife·Garoro(4000)_2 “Is it Lanxi, right? My name is Cilan.”

“Unfortunately, no matter how well a machine is maintained, over time the parts will inevitably wear out. Patching it up can only delay the inevitable decay from within.” Cilan looked earnestly at Casio, then turned his gaze to the fifty or so corpses of the Blood Spirit Association scattered around the casino.

“I think your body is quite remarkable! It must be robust enough, why not become my attendant? I can provide you with superior physical quality, reaction ability! Lifespan!”

He stared longingly at Casio’s physique, licking his lips with a crimson tongue, as if he could sense the hidden strength within him.

Beneath the seductive eyes lay cunning and deceit.

However, Casio didn’t show the slightest hint of wavering. His gaze was icy as he said, “Did you hear what I just said?”

“What?” Cilan frowned.

“Black-robed men, don’t let a single one escape!”

As soon as the words left his mouth, he vanished from the spot as if he had teleported.

The entire empty casino echoed with the cry of a bird of prey!

The magnificent crystal chandeliers on the ceiling were shaking violently.

Meanwhile, Feng Liusi and Sheng Feinan were rushing down the corridor. The Green District wasn’t just a collection of entertainment buildings on the surface, there were also a variety of underground facilities like boxing rings and casinos. These locations connected to each other in a complex maze, each with multiple exits leading to the surface.

The two of them took the main road, the quickest and most direct path, but it was swarming with small squads of Blood Spirit Association members. There were also a number of human gunners who were seemingly there to provide security for the grey market establishments.

Of course, to these two fighters, they were barely worth mentioning. Feng Liusi was like the sharpest tip of a spear, utterly unstoppable. In a narrow encounter, a direct collision. From the moment a five-man squad of the Blood Spirit Association saw Feng Liusi to the time they died, only five seconds passed. That is to say, one person died every second.

This was the terrifying power of Deathfang against immortality.

Sheng Feinan couldn’t possibly achieve such a thing. Although he could easily eliminate a five-man Blood Spirit Association squad, it took him quite some time. He couldn’t maintain Feng Liusi’s relentless momentum.

In the back followed the steward and young master You An.

The steward couldn’t really say he regretted his choice now, it was more like he was green with regret. Bringing his young master into the heart of such a dangerous supernatural event is not what a qualified steward should do. His only hope now was to safely escort his young master home!

He had overdone it when he had told the young master that he needed to be steeped in blood to grow strong. A pot of blood might be enough, but a river would drown him.

He had been entirely too confident in the supernatural strength at his and Yao An’s disposal, his arrogance had been too great.

As a result, he had stumbled into a supernatural event that he was utterly unprepared to handle, leaving him and his young master at the mercy of their foes.

Based on the steward’s own estimation, if he and Yao An were to be encircled by multiple men in black, they would be in grave danger. The super rapid regeneration of their bodies was too tricky and could easily lead to their exhaustion and subsequent death.

But those three he had taken for mobsters seemed to have already bathed in the blood of over a hundred such rapidly regenerating men and appeared to be taking the whole thing in stride, like taking a leisurely walk.

This alone showed that the difference between the two sides was not negligible.

The steward remembered their demeanor as he saw them leave the train station, and he couldn’t help but shake his head in self-derision. Luckily, he hadn’t demonstrated any arrogance then. Otherwise, perhaps he, young master Yao An, and his sister would have all ended up lying in that alley, in an orderly fashion.

Boom boom boom boom boom!

There was an explosion sounds along the corridor around the corner, shaking the whole hallway. It sounded like the sound of flesh and blood exploding.

The steward took a deep breath, clutching Yao An tightly and quickly darting into the next section of the passage.

Blood, distortion, limbs, organs, filth…

A few words can describe the disgusting scene, but Yao An, head down, had already passed out from fear. He had already vomited up everything in his stomach.

The steward steadied himself, quickly moving forward amid the filth.

He could not help but feel relieved that the two bosses up ahead had taken care of all the offenders. Otherwise, he would not have gotten out by himself, and his fate would have been sealed.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Under the night sky, the moonlight was as thin as a veil. Two silhouettes, exuding the smell of blood, rushed out of the passage before racing towards a few bases of the temporary Blood Nest.

Fifteen seconds later, another figure emerged and, looking at the deserted streets, let out a heavy sigh. He looked down at the unconscious Young Master You An and murmured, “I don’t know whether this experience is good or bad, it was too shocking…”

“I hope the young master won’t be traumatized by this…”

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A quiet, secluded villa on the outskirts of the Green District.

On the white semi-circular balcony on the third floor, a man in a black silk robe quietly gazed into the distance, bathed in the moonlight.

There were flickering lights in the distance, as if plunged into chaos.

A figure quickly entered from the entrance of the villa.

He then looked up and said, “Vice president, there is unrest in the Green District. Powerful enemies have attacked the White Ocean Underground Fight Club, the George Poker Casino, the Car Light Strip Club, and other places where our members gather. Should we mobilize the troops currently recuperating in the Dark Blood Nest and the ones who are fully asleep? We currently have eighty at the Incorruptible Level and six at the Immortal Level.” He finished reporting.

The Incorruptible Level and the Immortal Level mentioned here were internal levels within Dead Blood. Ordinary members of the Blood Spirit Association, or those who had not fully developed, were at the Incorruptible Level. Fully developed Dead Blood are at the Immortal Level, while the president and vice-president of the Blood Spirit Association are at the Indestructible Level.

This actually corresponds to the root of their healing ability: Immortality.

The more indestructible they are, the more terrifying and powerful Dead Blood becomes.

All members of the Blood Spirit Association stationed in East Sea County were in the Green District, with about two-thirds of them hunting in various entertainment venues every night. The rest, a third of the total, stayed in the Blood Nest to rest and digest, maintaining their combat readiness.

The moonlight was bright and seemed to give off a faint red glow. The cold night wind blew, making the leaves rustle. The man in the black robe was silent for a moment before lowering his head and saying, “You take half the men and round up the brothers feeding around the district. Eliminate those troublemakers directly. I have important guests today…”

“Yes!”

The man who had reported nodded and disappeared into the night.

“What? If you have matters to attend to, you can go ahead and deal with them first. I can wait here for a while. Dino,” a voice said.

Through the open balcony door came the moonlight. Among the shadows on the dark living room sofa of the third floor, a silhouette was shrouded.

“No problem. Just a minor incident. My men will take care of it quickly,” said the Vice President of the Blood Spirit Association, known as Dino, cradling a glass filled with a thick red liquid that did not seem to be wine but blood.

“Let’s not talk about this. Let’s continue discussing the Gold Antique Exhibition. We made a preliminary investigation last time and they have considerable forces backing them. For whatever reasons, the Black Mechanism people have set their sights on this half-month-long exhibition. This could be troublesome,” said Dino slowly.

“Don’t beat around the bush, they are keeping an eye on us because of us. But that’s okay. They won’t stop us from reaching our goal. You guys only need one Coopers Magic Box, right? We need to be clear about this before we act. I don’t want any misunderstandings, it doesn’t make sense,” said the man, unmoving, like a rigid statue, his upper body enshrouded in shadows.

“Of course, the rest of the antiques can go to your organization…”

“We only need the Coopers Magic Box,” the man in the black robe lifted his glass, finishing the blood in one gulp. “Here’s to a successful partnership, Garoro.”

As if hearing his own name.

The man suddenly stood up from the sofa, walked step by step to the moonlight-drenched balcony, gazing far into the distance. He was a knife wielder with both male and female features. He had lost his right eye and left arm, leaving only his slender right arm.

At his waist side, three swords about half the length of a man were fastened.

“To a successful partnership.”

The man named Garoro, Knife Ghost from the Organization, spoke.