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Chapter 215 - 163: Dark Council, Are You Still Itching?

Chapter 215: Chapter 163: Dark Council, Are You Still Itching?

"Original Sect Priest?"

Brian probed.

The wind-blown woman on the street shook her head, "Those are just cannon fodder to draw away the Night Demon Organization. Enough talk, if I weren’t fond of keeping my food’s blood boiling, I’d really rather not waste words with people."

As the sound of her voice fell,

she chewed the gum, which she had been chewing for who knows how long, and it actually flew towards Brian with the sound of breaking air.

Brian’s pupils narrowed, and his figure flashed, dodging behind a sculpture.

With a muffled thud,

the stone sculpture was surprisingly dented by the piece of gum, and it wobbled incessantly.

"Eh~"

Seeing how quickly Brian dodged,

the woman was not surprised but delighted: "I didn’t expect just picking up a shipment would lead me to such quality prey like you..."

Brian peeked out again, curiously examining the pit on the sculpture and even touched the wad of gum.

This touch made him realize something was wrong.

The material of this thing seemed to resemble some kind of highly stretchable metal.

That is to say, this woman, she had been chewing on metal.

Nice set of teeth.

Brian drew his twin guns, curiously asking, "Doesn’t chewing that hurt your mouth?"

"It doesn’t hurt, it’s quite relieving the itch!"

The woman’s eyes turned blood red, two long fangs slowly protruded from her mouth, her figure became elongated and thin, her flesh shriveled up, and her clawed hands grew longer and curved, resembling ten sharp steel knives.

At this moment, she looked very much like the Vampire creatures in Western novels, and her voice became husky and unpleasant: "My teeth are so itchy right now, let me bite you, just one bite!"

As her voice fell,

with a whoosh,

the distance of five or six meters vanished in a flash.

With a swift motion, her fingers crossed,

among the flickering cold lights, carrying the momentum of speed, fearsomely sharp, once it touched flesh and blood, it was almost no different than a cutting machine.

Just as her claws were about to pierce through Brian’s body,

a long leg sprung out, hitting the woman’s stomach dead-on.

The longer it is, the stronger it gets!

A wail rose.

This swift monster was kicked back against the wall by Brian due to insufficient distance and weak strength, hitting it so hard it covered the whole room with a cloud of dust.

"Itchy, is it?"

A ferocious smile appeared on Brian’s face: "Big brother here will satisfy that itch with some bullets!"

Bang, bang, bang~

Gunfire erupted, each bullet striking against the woman’s dried-up skin.

She writhed and howled on the ground, attempting more than once to struggle to her feet and attack again, only to discover in terror that numerous bullets were lodged in her joints, making it near impossible for her to get up and exert force.

More than thirty bullets, not a single one wasted, all had hit the monstrous woman.

"What era is this, still playing hand-to-hand combat."

Brian shook his head, smoothly reloading his guns, unsatisfied, and picked up the stone sculpture that weighed several hundred pounds, like Hercules lifting a cauldron, strode toward the woman: "Still itchy?"

Upon seeing the heavy object as light as a feather in his hand, the woman finally realized the gravity of the situation.

Her eyes showed fear: "Don’t hit me anymore, I’m with the Dark Council, you won’t get away with offending us."

"Threatening me?"

Brian, holding the sculpture in his right hand, didn’t hesitate for a second and smashed it down onto the woman’s slender and thin right leg.

Boom—there was a loud noise.

The ground shook, and the monstrous woman screamed in agony.

When the sculpture was lifted again, the woman’s right leg had turned flat, pressed to the ground, looking quite abstract.

"Dark Council, you say!"

Another loud noise resounded.

The woman’s left leg also became a flattened piece of flesh.

She was in so much pain that she couldn’t speak, only able to emit groans.

Brian casually tossed the sculpture aside, squatted down, and touched the woman’s two fangs.

These were very sharp; the tips were hollow, somewhat like the Spider Woman’s teeth but much larger and felt like jade when touched, cool and smooth, very comfortable.

"Susan seems to really like collecting these things..."

Saying this, Brian pressed down on the woman’s head: "You’ve got itchy teeth, huh? That’s funny because my dream is to be a dentist. Be good, don’t move, I’ll treat you, don’t be scared, I am very gentle."

The woman: !!!

The next moment.

Ahh ahh ahh~

Amidst the woman’s high-pitched and brief screams, Brian forcibly tore out the woman’s fangs, then wiped them on her body to clean off the residual flesh and blood, successfully obtaining two very high-quality Vampire fangs.

Tucking away the teeth,

Brian grabbed the woman by the hair, lifting her entire body: "Still itchy?"

The woman’s mouth was full of blood, she shook her head frantically with terror: "No, not itchy anymore."

"Very good."

Brian nodded, satisfied.

He truly was the Innate Dentist Holy Body, permanently resolving the patient’s source of pain in a second.

"Then why don’t you say thank you?"

The woman was about to cry.

Suppressing the unfair tears, she stammered, "Thank you."

"Mm, that’s what I should do," Brian said as he dragged the woman in front of the sculpture and stuffed the woman’s hands under it: "I’ve helped you like this, is it too much for you to satisfy my curiosity?"

"Not at all!"

The woman shook her head frantically.

She feared that if she spoke even a second later, her hands would become flattened as well.

...

For a cooperative patient, Brian always had a good attitude.

He asked gently, "What are you doing here?"

"Collecting the soon to be completed Water of Reason."

"Water of Reason, isn’t that a material?"

The woman shook her head:

"Actually, all the actions before were to attract the trackers of the Night Demon Organization."