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Chapter 217 - 163: Dark Council, Are You Still Itching?_3

Chapter 217: Chapter 163: Dark Council, Are You Still Itching?_3

"I don’t want to gamble."

"Though I don’t understand how a human like you can be so powerful, before you kill me, I can definitely crush the Primordial Blood I hold in my hand, killing me won’t benefit you, but sparing me, this Primordial Blood can make you stronger!"

Looking at the tensed muscles of Joseph, Brian pondered for a moment and nodded, "Throw it to me, tell me how to use it, give me some information about the Dark Council, and then you can leave."

If he refused, Brian would kill him directly.

The so-called reagents were of help, but not as direct as the enhancement from Gift Energy.

He agreed, purely to provide a clear reason for his own power and also thought of bringing it back for Susan.

Facing Brian’s terms,

Joseph thought it over and finally chose to agree.

He carefully tossed the vial he held towards Brian.

After catching it, Brian opened the vial, smelled it, and a fragrant scent entered his nostrils, surprisingly giving him a faint sense of hunger.

Impressive.

His current physical condition was almost inhuman.

Just by smelling it, it could attract his body, although not strongly, but still quite remarkable!

At least much stronger than the initial injection of S-T fluid he took.

He didn’t expect this puppy to have such good stuff.

Brian, satisfied, stored the item in his suit lining, and gestured to Arthur.

Seeing he didn’t move, Joseph licked his lips, looking like a frightened rabbit,

"Primordial Blood, once ingested, can fuse with the body’s cells, increasing cellular activity, helping organisms break through bodily limits, redevelop, and even extend lifespan. It has a lesser effect on Mutants, but it can also make their physical strength stronger.

As for the Dark Council, it originally was an underground organization in Europe, handling tasks like assassinations and disposing of stolen goods.

After the Blood Moon, some Mutants in the council began to take power, and with their substantial financial resources, and the Mutants fitting the powerful creatures in some mythical legends here, they slowly formed today’s Mutant Organization."

"Then I’ve messed up your plans today, will you retaliate?" Brian casually said.

Ever since he met old Moe, his attitude towards Mutants wasn’t as lethal as before.

Joseph shook his head,

"Not sure, this time it was Councilor Shi San’s personal mission.

The Dark Council operates with councilors and a platform management, having connections with many high-level Europeans, as long as it doesn’t threaten the platform’s survival, the Dark Council never targets individuals, but I can’t guarantee Councilor Shi San won’t seek personal revenge."

"I see..."

Brian looked at the big dog in front of him and warmed to him.

He flashed in front of Joseph, hooked his shoulder, and pressed down on him like a bully, "Any interest in being the leader?"

Joseph had originally wanted to fight to the death, but upon hearing this, his expression turned blank, "Huh?"

...

A few minutes later.

This noble left the ancestral mansion with a strange expression.

After Brian crushed the obsession hovering over the Vampire’s corpse, he dialed Mr. Kanchef from the Night Demon Organization Foreign Affairs Department.

He didn’t want to be so conspicuous, effectively slapping the faces of those people from the Night Demon Organization, but his strength and luck didn’t allow.

The phone connected.

Before Brian could speak, Kanchef started yelling, "Brian, you bastard, I’m not going to help you, give it up!"

"I’ve found the raw material for ’Water of Reason’!"

"Huh?"

"Pickled radish Bichi, you must be joking, right?"

"The truth is exactly that, the address is at the former Original Sect’s base, that abandoned mansion. If you don’t want to come, I’ll just call the Night Demon Organization Headquarters."

"No, no, no, don’t do that, I’m willing, I really am! What I mean is, just wait there, I’ll bring Heather along!"

Listening to Kanchef’s tone change from initially yelling to shock, then to excitement, and even dragging his beloved daughter into it, Brian quietly hung up the phone.

Eh, he still liked Kanchef’s foot-stomping demeanor.

Suddenly becoming so enthusiastic was quite unnerving.

Boring.

Brian shook his head, inspecting the obsessions of the effeminate male Vampire.