Why is his holy light red?

Chapter 68 Are they really not family?

"Could she be my biological grandmother?"

El's expression froze instantly.

He was stunned for several seconds, as if he'd been hit by a nuclear bomb, before saying with a wry smile, "What the hell are you thinking? You've seen your grandma's picture before!"

"But you're an adopted orphan!" Mercury retorted righteously. "The woman in that photo is your adoptive mother. Your biological mother is the Mother of Life, isn't she?"

To Mercury, the reasoning was flawless. The grandparents Al mentioned had died before Mercury was born, and Mercury had no recollection of them.

And the age of the mother of life is exactly the same as that of the grandmother.

If this Mother of Life is indeed El's biological mother, then her inexplicable, almost doting, affectionate demeanor in the club instantly becomes a reasonable explanation.

Following this logic, everything becomes a closed loop. Given the Mother of Life's ability to control gene sequences, it's perfectly reasonable for her to give birth to an overpowered son like the "Holy Angel of Light."

As for why this big shot became the number one hater of Holy Light Angels?

That would probably be an even more melodramatic story.

Abandoning one's own son must involve some unspeakable reasons, or it's not surprising that they turned against each other because of certain issues.

The way ordinary parents apologize is by calling you "out for dinner." So, this academic bigwig's frantic publication of articles in core journals criticizing his son might be some kind of awkward signal of reconciliation.

Or perhaps the Mother of Life had no idea that "Reporter El" and "Holy Angel" were the same person. She only saw that the high and mighty God was risking his life with her precious son every day, and as a mother, she naturally blamed the "God" for all this.

Regardless of the possibility, Mercury felt that his reasoning was airtight; this was absolutely the truth!

"Stop daydreaming." El pinched his brow hard, decisively interrupting his fantasy. "If word gets out, people will just think you're either crazy or desperate to ride the wave of popularity."

"Really not?" Mercury stared at him suspiciously.

"Of course not, when have I ever lied to you?" El said with utmost seriousness.

Mercury's expression became even stranger after hearing El's words, as if to say, "How dare you say that?"

El retorted irritably, "Are you really hoping to suddenly have an incredibly wealthy older woman as an acquaintance?"

"Nonsense, who wouldn't want that?" Mercury shrugged, speaking with self-righteousness. "To be honest, I'm still dreaming to this day that one day you'll suddenly pull out a black card and tell me that our family actually has a family trust worth tens of billions, and that living in the slums of the Tree Root District was just a test of my character."

El was speechless, but felt a pang of bitterness in his heart.

Over the years, he has devoted all his energy to "saving the world," and has indeed neglected his family too much, turning a gifted child into a money-grubber.

El sighed softly, forcefully steer the conversation back on track: "Anyway, as your father, my personal advice is:

You can give it a try. If you're willing, I'll help you make the connection. Of course, if you really don't want to get involved—then forget it, I'll pull some strings and get you some authorization from another hero.

Mercury grew increasingly uneasy and pressed further, "Putting aside the 'grandmother' argument, why do you think the Mother of Life is a good choice?"

"Because she may have more information about immortality technology." El's tone became very serious: "After my investigation over this period of time, I found that the reach of immortality technology is much wider and more extensive than I imagined, and the drugs used by the Beast Gang are not their highest-level products."

"If the Ogre Gang is trading these potions in large quantities, then there might be a huge number of superhumans among them. Besides, the reappearance of the Ogre Nightmare might also be related to the advanced enhancement potions developed by the Immortal Technology. Child, you don't yet understand how terrifying this Ogre Nightmare is; he's more than just a legend."

"So, if you're going to investigate this case, I hope you can get some professional advice."

Mercury listened and thought it made some sense.

The "Ogre Nightmare," a monster with a mechanism that can kill in the subconscious, completely defies common sense.

How did the other party enter the dream? What is the logic behind the murder? Is physical defense even useful? Mercury knew nothing about any of these things.

If this monster is indeed a product of immortality technology and bioengineering, then perhaps the Mother of Life can indeed find its weakness.

But the question comes full circle—why should someone help you?

Unless she really is her own grandmother.

The idea wouldn't leave Mercury's mind.

"Alright. If it's about finding this old lady, I can figure it out myself." Mercury took out his phone.

He still had Savannah's electronic business card saved on his phone. It was an encrypted communication account within the Hero Association, with an extremely high level of privacy. Recalling the old lady's strangely familiar attitude at the club, Mercury had felt something was off then, but he didn't expect it to come in handy so soon.

"It's best if you contact them yourself." El visibly relaxed, not forgetting to add his own dramatic flair, "I'll also contact the Holy Angel and have him keep an eye on things secretly to ensure your investigation goes smoothly."

Mercury paused his swiping on the screen. He looked up at his father with a half-smile.

"Dad, are the Holy Light Angels, these gods among mortals, really that free? Even when a nobody like me tries to investigate a street gang, they have to keep an eye on me around the clock?"

Comrade El's acting is getting worse and worse, and he's making more and more mistakes.

El was momentarily speechless, but could only force a consolation, saying, "Don't underestimate yourself. He values ​​your potential highly. Besides, this matter involves immortality technology. If you can break through the ogre gang, you might be able to help the Holy Angels find a breakthrough in investigating immortality technology."

"Ah, yes, yes, yes."

Mercury was too lazy to expose him anymore and nodded perfunctorily.

Although Al's acting skills are really not good, what he said is true.

The problem now is that the immortality technology has destroyed the evidence too thoroughly, even erasing the memories of those involved, leaving no excuse for a thorough investigation.

Yong Sheng Technology isn't some street thug where you can fool them with a few words and they'll pull out a gun on you, then claim it's "self-defense."

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Yong Sheng Technology boasts a large, professional legal team, ensuring that all potential investigations are blocked by the rules. This is the tactic of big capitalists; conventional methods are rarely effective in dealing with such situations.

It's an airtight eggshell, so fragile that it would break with a single tap, but you still have to wait for it to crack on its own before you can touch it.

Mercury glanced at the time on the screen; it was just past nine o'clock in the evening.

For older people, they don't sleep much at this time and probably haven't rested yet.

He ignored El, who was still trying to cover up his lie, opened the encrypted communication interface, and decisively sent a message to the "Mother of Life".

The old lady was indeed still awake. After seeing Mercury's tactful request, she replied almost without hesitation: "I'll come to your house to pick you up tomorrow."

Mercury handed the phone to Al and asked again earnestly, "Dad, is this really not my real grandmother?"

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