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Chapter 497 - 497 276 About Male (4000)_2

Chapter 497: 276 About Male (4000)_2 Chapter 497: 276 About Male (4000)_2 At the intersection of Hall 04, there’s a vibrantly colored oil painting.

By a famous artist, the dusk sky in the painting exhibits gradient colors, layered on by paint, transitioning from red to purple then to yellow. The bottom half of the picture shows a reflection of a river with a splendid feeling in its twinkling waves.

A glance evokes an overwhelming emotion.

“Antonio Hopkins, a famous oil painting master of the Hong Li Federation, born in Windsor County, Federation Calendar 48-75…”

A student reads the information beside the painting.

“He was only 27, such a pity, a genius like a shooting star…”

A girl sighs.

As people gather to appreciate a painting, a man walks in, indistinguishable from other visitors.

He stops behind the students, looking.

It seems as if his gaze is surveying all the paintings in Hall 04, right to left, but in actuality, his eyes are fixed intently on the naive students, a wolfish look in his eyes.

Three parts desire, three parts hunger, and four parts apprehension.

“What delicious lambs, the more innocent and oblivious they are, the purer the fear, I presume.” The dark thought crosses man’s mind.

Were it not for the formidable forces backing the Antique Exhibition and the abundance of security personnel in and around the hall, he would’ve acted already. Recently, there had been severe turmoil within the Blood Spirit Association. The senior level barely suppressed several calamities and repeatedly emphasized, urging him not to stir up trouble and reveal his identity for the time being.

A mysterious force is targeting them. Beware of showing a weakness. The man sniffs at such a warning deep down. The Blood Spirit Association has never feared anyone.

But this is an order from the top, which he has to follow reluctantly.

So, even though he’s itching to move now, he can only stare at these tender students while secretly swallowing his saliva.

A creature like the Dead Blood has beastly instincts. Afraid that he might act on impulse, he withdraws his gaze from the students before they can react, pretending to look at the painting on the far right.

Out of the corner of his eye, the man catches a glimpse of someone seemingly looking this way.

He turns his sided gaze.

To his great surprise, it’s a young man with blond hair standing briskly on the carpet in a black suit. The youth’s left hand holds a cup of hot tea obtained from a service officer, while his right hand flips a coin. He seems to have noticed the man’s gaze.

The youth looks at him, revealing a friendly smile.

The man hesitates.

He barely manages a smile in return.

Feeling a slight discomfort, he turns his head away. Just as he is about to take the first step, he feels a cold sensation on his nape. A cold object seems to have fallen into his shirt, sliding down to the waist.

“What’s that?” The man looks up at the ceiling.

Slick and clean, with no falling debris.

He’s just about to reach out when he feels the thing that fell inside becoming scalding hot like a branding iron. A chilling sensation surges from his spine, repulsion and discomfort rushing to his mind. Goosebumps rise all over his body, breaths becoming labored.

“Damn!”

His throat seems asthmatic, squeezing out a bit of damaged air.

The thing is not dangerous, it just simply agitates the Blood Spirit within him as if it received a great stimulus.

“I can’t control it!”

A thud echoes in the man’s heart. The next moment, his eyes turn blood red. Blood gushes abruptly from his eyes, mouth corners, nostrils, and ears, hanging mid-air like a ribbon.

His whole body starts trembling, uncontrollably growing red hair. This strong, twisted mane easily pierces through the suit fabric like a steel needle, eerily resembling spikes.

“Wha… what’s wrong? Sir?”

A scholarly-looking female student at the back of the group notices the peculiar behavior of the man beside her and kindly approaches to ask.

Upon closer inspection, the girl sees the man’s face, covered in the mane, looking just like an uncontrollable monster.

“Ahhhhhhh!!!”

Never doubt the decibel of a frightened woman. The high-pitched scream can be heard throughout the Main Hall.

Suddenly, the nearby visitors glance in this direction with puzzled eyes. But the security personnel, dressed in black suits, robust and imposing, cold demeanor, rush over immediately. They are all disciples of Yun Quan Fist.

As soon as a situation arises, they pick up the pace, fast beyond comparison.

Instantly, four or five silhouettes charge towards Hall 04. The man from the Blood Spirit Association hasn’t had the chance to recover from the girl’s earsplitting scream, and he already finds himself surrounded by several muscular men, no escape in sight.

“I…”

The man made a raspy noise in his throat, sounding like the low growl of a beast. He was not a fool either and understood that this was Yun Quan Fist’s territory, not a place to be trifled with. He instinctively thought of camouflage.

However, looking at his hands full of red mane, and his bone deforming and stretching into claws, he was at a loss for words.

Three subconscious words jumped out of his mouth: “Damn it all!”

Who on earth had thrown such a disgusting thing?

Why was he fine one moment, and afflicted with this the next?

No, he didn’t want to be turned into a monster!

In an instinctive move, he glanced towards the nearby stunned students, wondering if he should take a few of them as hostages.

His glaring green eyes were blocked by a bald, burly man with a rough face. The man revealed a smirk with some yellowed teeth and said, “Eyeballing, huh? Boys, let’s take him down together!”

The scum of the Blood Spirit Association has been waited for far too long! These parasitic dark creatures had become quite strong and have been extremely low-profile since their last attack. They had been hiding in the dark, making it difficult for Yun Quan Fist to find traces of them.

And yet, today.

A dumbass has voluntarily exposed himself.

How could they let go of such a golden opportunity?

Four muscular men sneered, charging together at once.

“Ugh, aah aah aah aah aah aah aah aah…”

Outside the 04 exhibition hall, amidst the cries of the man being brutally beaten up.

The blond young man took a sip of hot tea. His right hand slipped into his pocket and grabbed a silver coin, which he gently tossed in his palm.

He leisurely walked off in another direction.

Casio felt the presence of the second Dead Blood within a few steps. He stopped, looking subtly in that direction.

Upon second look, he saw someone he knew.

A boy dressed in a black waistcoat, standing amidst the crowd. Unlike others, who were drawn into the heat of the moment, he stood quite far away, showing no inclination to explore the situation.

“What a coincidence…”

Casio smiled a bit, recognizing the boy. He then shifted his gaze to a woman standing next to the boy. A woman dressed in a red skirt, around thirty, heavily make-upped; quite striking.

Unlike the boy, she seemed rather anxious.

She seemed to be holding back a certain level of panic.

Casio squeezed the coin, flicking it with his finger. He then switched his teacup to his right hand and took a small sip.

His gaze wandered, and several new coins appeared between his fingers.

Within the crowd.

You An seemed unusually composed, an air of world-weariness on his delicate face. He was completely uninterested in the sudden disruption in the 04 exhibition, even feeling almost amused by the delicious lunch he was thinking about in his mind. He has grown up.

The vigorous curiosity of his youth had mostly faded away on that bloody night. What he shouldn’t see, he wouldn’t look at. What he shouldn’t know, he wouldn’t know. What he shouldn’t crowd around, he wouldn’t gather for, and he would stay far from danger.

This was the life philosophy You An had come to understand during his journey.

The old steward applauded it greatly.

Feeling that You An had grown and his mentality had been tempered. Although it was in a shocking way, he had eventually learned some truths.

Amidst the chaos of the exhibition.

Looking at his sister Hyman, who was standing on her toes out of curiosity about five or six meters away in the front, You An felt a wave of disdain and a sense of superiority that he was different from his peers.

Just as he was about to withdraw his gaze in boredom, You An heard a panting noise next to him, not like that of a human, but more like a beast!

He quickly turned his head.

Within the surrounding crowd.

It seemed that four or five spectators were shaking and trembling with their faces in their hands.

The tremors grew larger and larger.

Into their fingers, a large clump of mane was being squeezed out.

Red as blood.