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Chapter 154 The True Face of the He Xiu Family

Accompanied by a tooth-grinding, high-pressure steam exhaust sound.

The terrifying creature, covered in dark silver and blood-red chitinous armor, slowly disarmed itself under the moonlight.

The chitinous shell peeled away and vaporized like melting ice and snow, revealing a man inside wearing a pure white trench coat and with a full head of white hair.

Arima Kishou took a slight breath, a barely perceptible trace of fatigue flashing across his pale face.

Clearly, even with that special "protein injector" as a buffer, the gene recombination and tearing that lasted just over two minutes still put an enormous burden on his half-human body.

He didn't look at the pile of ashes on the ground.

Instead, he turned around very smoothly and walked straight towards Shinichi Izumi, who was hiding behind the shipping container and panting heavily, without making a sound.

"Um—no, thank you so much for your help! My name is Shinichi Izumi, and you are—"

As a traditional Japanese high school student who has received nine years of compulsory education, Shinichi watched as the "white-clad hero" who had just torn apart a monster more than ten meters tall walked over.

I instinctively wanted to bow and give a standard bow to express my gratitude.

"Let's skip the formalities. To make a long story short, my rest time is very precious."

Arima Kishou's icy voice abruptly interrupted Shinichi's spellcasting animation.

He didn't even look at Shinichi's face; Hikaru precisely locked onto Shinichi's trembling right hand.

"Let's bring out that 'friend' on your right first."

Arima Kishou pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, his tone as calm as if he were ordering someone to hand over contraband.

"I already noticed its brainwaves and life camouflage during the battle."

Since there are two individuals capable of independent thought, let's make the channel public. This way, we can organize the remaining survival information more efficiently.

"?!"

Shinichi froze on the spot.

His eyes widened, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

You should know that Miyu's disguise skills are so good that she can even fool the most advanced medical X-ray machines!

This man, even during that earth-shattering, high-intensity hand-to-hand combat, was still able to scan the abnormality in his right hand?!

"Xiao You, you absolutely cannot come out! We know absolutely nothing about this guy's background, what if—"

Shinichi broke out in a cold sweat, just about to mentally warn Migi to continue playing dead.

"Pop".

With a soft sound, Shinichi's right palm split open with remarkable smoothness.

Without a second's hesitation, Little Right flicked out its signature large eyeball and two sharp bone tentacles from the back of its hand.

It revealed its true form in an extremely fitting, even extremely obedient way.

"Hey! Miyu, why did you come out by yourself?! What if he mistakes us for one of those monsters and kills us instantly?!" Shinichi roared in his mind.

"Calm down, Shinichi. Your adrenaline rush is seriously interfering with my ability to read the surrounding environmental data."

Through telepathy, Little Right replied in its uniquely cold tone: "If this white-haired Homo sapiens in front of us harbors any hostility toward us or intends to physically eliminate us..."

"When we first met, when he shielded us from the monster's first attack, his spear had already pierced our hearts."

Migi's enormous eyeballs were fixed on Arima Kishou, his whiskers trembling faintly in the air: "You saw his true strength just now, Shinichi."

"I just ran 23,000 simulations in my head, and the conclusion is that even if I completely take over your body and exhaust all the potential of your cells to fight back, we still absolutely cannot survive his second move."

"Faced with that absolute power suppression and that combat technique that seemed to see through everything, no parasite on Earth could be his match."

"Therefore, in the face of absolute violence, giving up resistance and demonstrating the value of communication is the most efficient survival strategy in biology."

After a very brief internal combat capability assessment.

Miyu turned his large eyes and stared at Arima Kishou with the utmost formality, like an elite lawyer preparing to conduct business negotiations with the CEO of a multinational corporation.

"Hello, top human being. You can call me Mickey."

"Arima Kishou".

Arima nodded slightly, showing no surprise at the sight of a talking hand.

After all, in this world filled with evil gods, meme viruses, and all sorts of strange anomalies, an alien parasite is hardly a big deal.

"Since you're quite intelligent, I won't beat around the bush."

Arima Kishou found a relatively clean container and leaned against it. He then delivered a bombshell that was enough to shatter the values ​​that Izumi Shinichi had cultivated over seventeen years of education.

"The private island you are on right now, which you think is a capitalist's year-end bonus, is actually a large-scale automated feeding slaughterhouse."

Arima Kishou's voice was cold and calm: "You should know about the Washuu family. On the surface, they are a super-powerful family clan that has multiple cabinet ministers, spans multiple fields such as medicine, biology, and heavy industry, and almost controls one-third of Japan's economic and political lifeline."

"But in the mainland, this family has been hiding a true identity for hundreds of years."

"They, or rather, the vast majority of the core members of the 'Xiu' clan, are not human at all."

"They are monsters whose physiological structure allows them to feed only on human flesh and blood."

"That's why the Washuu Group has such tight control over some of the largest public hospitals and funeral businesses in Japan—it's their cafeteria."

Arima Kishou paused for a moment, looking at Shinichi's face, which had turned deathly pale with shock, and added the last sentence of the setting in an extremely calm manner: "According to the confidential ancient records within the CCG, the origin of this monster can even be traced back to ancient legends in the Middle East."

In our academic terminology, we call this creature a "ghoul."

"No—not human?!"

Shinichi Izumi felt as if a handful of dry grass had been stuffed into his throat.

In his memory, the history of the Hexiu family was extremely long.

Since the Meiji Restoration in modern Japan, this surname has been prominently featured on the back of textbooks.

Shinichi had initially thought that the newly appointed chairman, Souta Furuta, who had been smiling hypocritically in the banquet hall, was at most a classic zaibatsu villain who conducted illegal biological experiments and sold human organs behind the scenes.

But he never imagined that these well-dressed, upper-class elites who controlled the machinery of the state—would even…

It's not even a human being?!

Are they a bunch of cannibals in human skin?!

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