Chapter 694: Meet 2
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
In Dahm’s eyes, the supposed Vampires and Blood Breeds were mere insects with slightly stronger life forces. They were not extremely different from regular humans. Although these Blood Breeds had learned many techniques and combat skills that were suitable for themselves with their enhanced lifespans, Dahm thought that these were useless and tantamount to not learning anything at all.
“We’re still alive… How fortunate…” Pritto seemed much weaker than Kaya. He had been stabbed in the chest by Dahm when he’d tried to save Kaya and his core would have been seized if he had not prepared himself to dodge the attack in time. However, Dahm had used his aura to suck all of Pritto’s blood out of his body, causing it to spurt outwards until not a single drop was left. This was immensely detrimental to his vitality.
“A hoard of Blood Breeds were actually defeated by a single human, butchered even…” Pritto smiled bitterly, “This world is truly becoming mad…”
Kaya opened her mouth and was about to mention that she was unconcerned about the attitudes of normal humans but was momentarily unable to say anything.
“Wait till my uncle arrives. He will definitely make that fellow pay the price for hurting us!!” she was finally able to squeeze out a few hateful words.
“Your uncle, huh? Look at that bed over there and see if…” Pritto gazed at his good friend with a sympathetic and compassionate look.
The head of a slightly balding middle-aged man stretched out from the last sickbed slowly.
He smiled bitterly and waved at Kaya.
“I’m sorry, Kaya…”
“Uncle!!” Kaya’s eyes widened immediately. A look of utter disbelief appeared on her face, “You!! How did you…??!!”
The middle-aged man rubbed his nose bashfully.
“I encountered the man named Hochman halfway through my journey and fell into a coma after he struck me with his fist. When I woke up, I was already here…”
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The sick ward was filled with awkward silence.
Pritto did not know what to say while Kaya’s face was completely flushed. She was extremely resentful and wished that she could find a hole to bury herself.
After some time…
“That’s right, Uncle Bally. Did you come here alone?” it was clear that Pritto had a good relationship with this middle-aged Blood Breed as he was able to chat with him casually.
“Yes, I drove here hurriedly from home. I wanted to come to your aid quickly before the secret party Blood Breeds arrived. However, I was unable to find my other friends to help in time,” Uncle Bally nodded frankly.
His human identity was based off a rich merchant. He was portly, fair, and plump with a little clump of a beard. No one would be able to guess that he was a heavily embellished, first-rate American boxer. Moreover, he was also a Blood Breed boxer and one of the light party’s few lower level Blood Breed representatives.
“But you don’t have to worry. Although I’ve been captured, my friends and brothers from the clan should have discovered that something is amiss by now. They’ve probably made their moves already as well. We just need to wait and we’ll be fine,” explained Bally assuredly. He had rushed across a distance of a thousand meters to save his niece but did not expect that he would be dragged into this as well. This made it hard for the older man to hide his emotions while he tried to redeem his reputation quickly.
“That’s right, where are Isaros and the rest?”
Kaya had just remembered the three other people who came with them.
“They were taken away by the people here…” Bally replied.
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On a road on the outskirts of Berlin.
A black limousine with silver vine-like patterns drove past steadily. It clearly did not fit in with the other cars in its surroundings as it was particularly showy.
A car like this resembled an exquisite work of art. Its slender and streamline body seemed like a mirror that could reflect the images of people.
Although the limousine was not traveling quickly, it steadily overtook a few large lorries and normal cars. It attracted the curious gazes of the drivers while some of them even took their phones out to snap pictures.
This was Athena no. 4, a first class luxury manual car manufactured by Poly, one of the four largest car manufacturers in the world. It was also a limited edition vehicle that was worth more than five million Euros.
It was also the Nighthawks’ only custom-made vehicle that was specially manufactured for Garen.
The people inside the car couldn’t feel that it was moving at all. Instead, they merely felt as if they were sitting on the sofa at home. Even though they could see that the scenery outside was passing by rapidly, they could not tell that they were moving at all.
Regardless if this was due to the performance of the car or the skills of the driver, both of these factors coordinated with each other to produce great results.
Isaros and Arisa guarded little Vivien in the back seat while quietly observing and taking in their entire surroundings.
After they left the site of the killings, they were taken away by a man that was sent by the one named Hochman. Things took a turn for the better after they were flown directly to Germany and finally placed in this luxurious car. Once they had eaten an exquisite and sumptuous dinner in the car, the emotions of all three girls had finally calmed down slowly.
Perhaps the driver was making an effort to slow down after taking into account that they had suffered a terrible fright. The car moved slowly, making it seem as if they were not moving at all.
“Where are we going now?” asked Vivien quietly.
Arisa shook her head but kept holding Vivien’s hand tightly while looking at her older sister Isaros.
Isaros nodded to show that she understood before raising her head to ask the driver.
“Ladies, you don’t have to ask. We will be reaching Berlin immediately,” the driver was a gorgeous woman with an exquisite face. She was dressed in a clean and tidy black outfit that consisted of long pants and a tight sleeveless top that wrapped itself around her body and showed off her ample bosom and beautiful figure clearly.
“I am Quentin. I came over to pick you up according to Master’s commands,” said the woman while introducing herself, “Therefore, do not worry. Everything has passed and all of you are very safe now.”
“The master you are referring to is…?” Isaros furrowed her eyebrows.
“Our President Garen, you mean? How is it possible that none of you know him?” it was obvious that Quentin was slightly shocked.
Isaros felt a chill in her heart.
They had seen a lot of people holding firearms on their way here. Both of the terrifying professional fighters that seemed too strong to be human were apparently the ones who had sternly arranged them in an orderly and disciplined row. It was obvious that an extremely powerful force was controlling and backing the overall situation.
She thought that she had already overestimated Garen’s strength. However, she had not anticipated to find out that she had actually underestimated the exact details of that man. What kind of world had that man named Garen actually experienced previously? He was apparently able to gain the backing and support of such strong forces.
No… ‘Support’ was not the right word. In retrospect, this strength was obviously something that he had nurtured on his own.
The car moved forward slowly while Quentin occasionally answered Isaros’s questions on the way.
Gradually, she finally exposed more information about Garen. Vivien had slowly recovered from her shock as well and was now interested in the topic that the other women were speaking about. The Garen that they were talking about was a completely different person from the Garen in her memories.
The Garen that Quentin spoke about was strong, cool, and perfect. He was simply an inhuman existence that would be divinized soon.
Meanwhile, the older brother in her memories was merely a normal guy. Apart from his slightly handsome looks and exceptional grades, nothing else was special about him.
Both of these people were completely unrelated to each other.
The sky slowly darkened.
The car finally arrived at the grounds of a magnificent villa before slowing down behind a black villa.
Whoosh…
The large garage doors opened themselves automatically while being illuminated by tiny glowing red lights.
Quentin drove the car inside slowly and stopped in a parking lot on the extreme left side. The whole garage was unusually spacious while three expensive looking race cars and a limousine were parked inside.
Two men in black suits opened the door for the three women with respectful looks on their faces.
“The commander has already been waiting on the second floor for some time. Please come with me.”
One of the gentle-looking blonde men spoke in fluent American English while flashing an enchanting smile at the three women inside the car. He spoke with a slight London accent which made him sound strict but refined.
Isaros got down from the car first and stood in front of the car door to protect the two other girls while they alighted slowly. She was also taking in the sights of her surroundings at the same time.
The garage was illuminated by gentle yellow light. When the light reflected off the surface of the car, countless dots of faint yellow light appeared throughout the garage suddenly.
There was a transparent glass wall on the right side of the garage where they got out of the car. Through the glass, they could see a little reception room that was decorated with a sofa and some flower vases. Maids in black and white uniforms were cleaning the dust off the furniture inside.
The blonde man who led the way walked towards a corner of the glass wall where an automated glass door was placed. A muscular black man with a concealed gun at his waist stood in the doorway and spoke a few sentences to him softly before stepping back and bowing towards the women slightly as a sign of respect.
Isaros returned the sentiment by smiling before taking Arisa and Vivien inside quickly.
Frankly, Arisa and herself were quite used to this. They had once entered the Primary Colors’ high-scale laboratory and had seen upper-class living conditions. Only Vivien, however, was somewhat unable to stay calm.
Her eyes scanned the room curiously. The iron nerves and sense of adventurism that were naturally present in the bones of Americans were vividly portrayed in her. Despite almost losing her life earlier, she was apparently able to restore herself in a day.
“Vivien… Are you sure that we’re meeting your brother?” Arisa came close to her ear and asked quietly,
“I don’t know either…” Vivien shook her head. Frankly, her heart was only filled with curious desire.
All three of them entered the little reception room before the maids that were sweeping earlier lifted their skirts and executed an accurate curtsey in front of them. The trio was at a loss and did not know how to return the sentiment. Fortunately, the man who was leading the way called them over to the small door on the right side of the reception room immediately.
There was a little elevator there with a retina and fingerprint scanner on the side of the silvery-white elevator door. Isaros saw the blonde man align his eye there and press all five of his finger pads against the scanner before the elevator door opened.
She was keen enough to notice that there were hidden cutting laser traps inside the silver elevator as well. If an enemy were to either break into the lift and get inside hastily or enter it without the appropriate approvals, these lasers would unleash their terrifying killing abilities, making it impossible for any enemies to even exist within this tightly-sealed space.
“A minor accident occurred when we were supposed to send you off earlier. The culprit, Marshall Dahm has been punished properly already. Frankly, Marshall Dahm’s initial motives were good before he was provoked by those few Blood Breeds who caused his emotions to become insane. We hope that all of you will no longer blame him,” said the blonde man sincerely.
Only then did Isaros notice that this man was one of Dahm’s four strongest subordinates.
“He nearly killed us,” said Isaros coldly.
“Regardless of the kind of compensation you desire, the Marshall will swear to fulfill it. This is his sincerest apology and we hope that you will accept it.” The blonde man placed a little object on Isaros’s palm gently. It felt like a little box but its contents were unknown.
