Madam, I like you.

　After he finished speaking, he walked down the wall, ignoring the shocked looks of passers-by, and disappeared into the crowd.

　Joseph Joestar breathed a sigh of relief, looked at his right hand, which was still shaking uncontrollably, and said with a wry smile, "What a monster!"

　Why didn't Mo Yankong kill Joseph Joestar?

　There is no benefit in killing him. Secondly, Mo Yankong still needs him to lure out an important person.

　Streat, one of the most powerful wave users in the world, uses the Stone Mask to transform into a vampire in order to regain his youth. As a vampire, he must eliminate the greatest threat, Joseph Joestar.

　"Strez, his value is no less than that of the Pillar Man."

　Mo Yankong secretly commented that although he thought Stretz's idea was quite subtle, Earth wasn't owned by the Joestar family. How could a vampire not go anywhere he wanted? He was simply too bored to provoke the Joestar family.

　Mo Yankong just checked into the hotel where Joseph Joestar had left his address. This was the address he had written down when he was chasing him.

　Instructing the waiter not to disturb him, Mo Yankong concentrated on studying the so-called ripple energy.

　Mo Yankong touched the facial muscles that had just been hit by the ripple stone bullet with his right hand. The golden ripple energy jumped and surged, making Mo Yankong feel a tingling sensation in his body that had not been felt for a long time.

　"Zizzi-"

　The ripple energy that invaded Mo Yankong's body cells had not yet dissipated and was locked by Mo Yankong's body cells. Mo Yankong carefully felt the source of the ripple energy.

　"Sure enough, the ripple energy is very similar to the life energy I absorb from my blood. But one is like cold, still well water, while the other is like boiling water."

　"The cells in a vampire's body are in an excellent balance. Even if they are damaged, they can still be restored based on this balance.

　The balance is restored, like a piece of solid ice."

　"Absorbing life energy is like pouring cold water on an ice cube (vampire). The mass of the ice cube will become higher and higher. The ripple energy is equivalent to boiling water. Pouring it on the ice directly destroys the perfect balance. The cells can no longer lock the life energy, causing the vampire's cells to be destroyed."

　"The same should be true for those in the Pillar."

　"My body has undergone special modifications and is no longer afraid of sunlight. Its resistance to ripple energy has become very high."

　Feeling the impact of the ripple energy on his body, Mo Yankong was about to study it further, but the ripple energy stored in his facial muscles had all dissipated.

　Mo Yankong opened his eyes, regret in his eyes.

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　Chapter 101: Meet Again

　At night, Mo Yankong went out hunting, his target naturally being young girls with strong and pure life energy. If it weren't for an emergency, Mo Yankong really didn't want to suck a man's blood.

　1

　Mo Yankong's storage card contained a lot of frozen blood packs brought back from the world of "Parasyte", but he still wanted to eat the best ones possible. The taste and texture of the girl's warm blood and the blood packs stored in the freezer were very different.

　In fact, as long as the amount of blood consumed is moderate, it will not cause any harm to the human body. Only vampires who succumb to the urge to suck blood and do things without considering the consequences will kill people unscrupulously. Such vampires are no different from parasitic beasts.

　The hotel is quite luxurious, with a luxurious salon for guests to rest at night. In this era when electronic entertainment products are not very developed, the salon is the best place for the upper class to spend time.

　"Beautiful lady, may I have the honor of inviting you to dance with me?" Mo Yankong politely asked the lady who was sitting on the sofa enjoying red wine.

　The hotel's luxurious salons were indeed filled with young women with powerful life energies. However, racial discrimination was even more pronounced among young people, for no particular reason, just like the perpetually underdog in school who was bullied by everyone. Such was the environment.

　In comparison, a lady who is familiar with the ways of the world is a good choice.

　The lady in front of him was wearing heavy makeup, tall and plump, wearing a fiery red long dress, half revealing her smooth jade back, her blonde hair was curled into waves, her fair skin and bright red lips made her even more seductive and charming, and the teardrop mole at the corner of her eye added a stunning touch of charm.

　The noblewoman, taken aback by Mo Yankong's words, looked him up and down. He was Asian, fluent in English, well-dressed, well-mannered, and, by Western standards, quite good-looking. His unique, gloomy aura particularly captivated her.

　I'm just a little younger, of course, being young is a good thing sometimes.

　The lady licked her red lips without leaving a trace, and the charm in the corners of her eyes became more intense.

　Before the lady agreed, the men in the salon cast subtle glances at her. As for the women, their gazes were mostly focused on the lady, mostly with envy and jealousy.

　"Damn it! How dare that oriental monkey hit on Lady Catherine!"

　"I don't know what to do!"

　"This rude Asian monkey should be kicked out! The social world is not a place for monkeys."

　"Waiter! Where is the waiter? Get him out!"

　The lady leaned against the sofa, her delicate hand on her cheek as she looked at Mo Yankong with a half-smile, her tone lazy and flat: "Do you think I'm still young? The title of Miss doesn't seem appropriate."

　Mo Yankong smiled calmly and said, "Time cannot retain beauty, just as time cannot leave even a trace on you."

　The waiter of the salon had already rushed over. After seeing the lady put her hand on Mo Yankong's hand and accept the invitation, they looked at each other and then retreated.

　Accompanied by melodious music, Mo Yankong and the lady with his arms around her slender waist danced in the center of the salon. Both of them danced skillfully and gracefully.

　Catherine exhaled a breath of fragrance, looked into Mo Yankong's eyes and asked curiously: "I'm a little curious, there are actually Oriental men like you in New York."

　Mo Yankong stared at me without dodging or avoiding me. "I'm curious too. Everyone around here seems to know you. Their ridicule almost made me think that asking you to dance was a bad thing."

　"It was indeed a mistake. There are so many young and beautiful girls here. As for me, since I own this hotel, I am somewhat well-known here."

　"Oh, it seems that I have won the jackpot. If I please you, can you waive my expensive rent?" Mo Yankong smiled. The money Mo Yankong had "borrowed" from some well-dressed passers-by on the way here was probably only enough to pay for two or three nights' stay.

　But it should be enough. Stretz won't let Mo Yan wait in vain for long.

　Catherine smiled even more broadly when she heard Mo Yankong's jokes, but she felt a little uncomfortable when dancing. Mo Yankong said words to please her, but he actually dominated the whole dance. His indifferent tone and the indifference hidden deep in his bright red eyes made her tremble with fear.

　Her shoulders shrugged slightly. She was very clear that she was actually afraid of the oriental boy in front of her, as if the person dancing with her was not a human being, but a terrifying unknown monster hiding in the shadows. The excitement of being in danger made her a little dizzy.

　When the people around saw that Caitlin accepted Mo Yankong's invitation, they all shut up. If they continued to say something tactless at this time, it would be equivalent to insulting Catherine herself.

　"Do you have a husband?"

　Catherine hugged Mo Yankong's waist with her right hand and sighed softly: "There was once,

　This hotel is one of his legacies to me.”

　"Then I'm relieved. We can have a wonderful night tonight."

　As they danced, they came to a hidden corner of the salon. Mo Yankong kissed those passionate red lips. Catherine opened her eyes wide. She didn't expect Mo Yankong to be so bold. She wanted to push Mo Yankong away, but all the strength in her body seemed to be sucked away by this kiss. She leaned her delicate body against Mo Yankong, and her face flushed more deeply.

　"Monkey! Where is the yellow monkey that lives here!"

　Mo Yankong was just about to enjoy his dinner when a harsh and crude voice rang out at the door of the salon. A fat and muscular man with a bloody brass knuckle on his right hand walked to the center of the salon and shouted loudly.

　Behind the fat man were four white youths with bruised faces and noses. They were the mafia members who had been taught a lesson by Joseph Joestar in the evening.

　In an instant, everyone's eyes in the salon were focused on a hidden corner. There was only one Asian in the salon. When they saw Mo Yankong kissing Cather's red lips, many men's faces changed drastically and they were furious.

　Catherine is the dream lover of many men. Although she is a widow, she has a first-class appearance and figure, and she is wealthy. How can they accept that such a beauty is taken away by an Asian?

　Seeing Mo Yankong hugging Catherine, the obese man who was shouting loudly also showed jealousy, and a little bit of fear, fear of Catherine, the hotel owner. Because even their boss has always been polite to this woman.

　Firstly, it's wealth. Wealth symbolizes power and status. The Mafia is just a pet of some capitalists. Secondly, it's reputation in the social circle. Thirdly, their boss seems to be interested in her.

　Mo Yankong had a strange look on his face, not knowing whether to be angry or amused. In the evening, they had been spared because of Joseph Joestar's intervention, but now they were seeking their own death so soon.

　Asians, if they are well-dressed, are like unarmed fat sheep. How could the hungry wolves like the mafia let them go easily?

　Catherine frowned slightly: "Do you know him?"

　"There was some conflict with them in the evening. I'll be back soon."

　"Let me handle this. I'll arrange for someone to take you out through the back door."

　Mo Yankong was stunned. He looked at the mature lady in front of him a few more times and shook his head. "No, I don't want to miss my date tonight. The sooner this matter is resolved, the better."

　"Don't mess around, they are the mafia in this area and they are very dangerous."

　"Do I look harmless?"

　Chapter 102: Dead River Apostle

　"Let's take care of it outside. I don't want to cause trouble to other guests and dirty the expensive carpet here." Mo Yankong walked out and nodded to the mafia.

　Before Joseph Joestar came looking for him, Mo Yankong had no intention of causing any trouble. But trouble that wasn't exposed wasn't trouble.

　The obese man in the lead stroked the metal knuckles on his fingers and smiled sinisterly: "Hehe, just what I want."

　In order to prevent Mo Yankong from escaping, five mafia members surrounded Mo Yankong.

　Seeing Mo Yankong being taken away, Catherine folded her hands and frowned in thought. There was something about Mo Yankong that she couldn't let go of. It was a unique feeling that seemed out of place in the surroundings, and it was this feeling that attracted her. She knew some rumors about the Mafia. If an Asian like Mo Yankong was taken away, there was a high probability that his body would be found floating in a dirty creek the next day.

　"It's rare to meet an interesting man. It would be a shame if he died like this." Catherine came to the old telephone in the salon and called a high-ranking mafia figure she knew. After several rounds of calls, the call finally reached a high-end restaurant. The person she was looking for should be having dinner there.

　"Hello-hello——" A young man's deep voice came from the other end of the phone.

　Catherine raised her slender eyebrows. This voice did not belong to the person she knew. She said politely, "Sir, could you please give the call to a man named Wilson?"

　"Wilson? I don't recognize this name, but I think the person you're looking for was just beaten up by me. He's unconscious and can't answer your call."

　"Beat him up?"

　"Ah, because he said some bad news in front of Grandma Elena, and I can't forgive someone who made my family sad."

　"..."

　What is going on? That man is a mafia cadre. How can he be beaten up just like that?

　Catherine rubbed her forehead, hung up the phone, and made another call.

　-

　Mo Yankong and his group walked into an empty alley, and the mafia was still speaking vulgar words and mocking Mo Yankong.

　"I never thought Catherine would fall for a yellow monkey. Haha, I saw it! I really saw it! You were kissing Catherine in the salon just now! Originally, I would have spared you if you had just handed over all your property. Now, I'm going to tell Boss Wilson this news!"

　"Hehehe! Boy, if you have any last words, say them now."

　"Also, where is that English guy who helped you? Tell us and we might be able to make your death more pleasant."

　Mo Yankong looked around and could no longer hear any human voices. He said calmly, "How about this place? I think it's very suitable."

　"Here? There's no one around, and I can't hear any sound. It's really suitable. Anyway, beat this guy up. What's so arrogant about a yellow monkey!

　"

　"Don't go too far, the boss will definitely want to deal with this guy personally."

　Four mafia brothers surrounded him with grim smiles on their faces, and each took out a piece of metal brass knuckles from their pockets. The front end of the brass knuckles was embedded with cones. If an ordinary person was hit by one, four holes would be made in his body.

　"I mean, it's very quiet here, and it's a perfect place for the dead to sleep."

　Mo Yankong stretched out his right hand, which quickly turned into a long metal blade, flashing a strange cold light under the dim moonlight. The four mafia gang members who surrounded him were stunned by the sudden change of Mo Yankong's right hand and could not understand what they saw at all.

　Mo Yankong didn't give them a chance to understand. He swung his right hand horizontally, and after a cold light passed by, the bodies of the mafia members stiffened in place, and soon four heads fell to the ground.

　The shadow under Mo Yankong's feet spread, and the deep darkness was thicker than the shadow in the alley, as if swallowing up all the light. In the shadow, blood-red eyes opened, grinning, and turned into wolfhounds, walking out to gnaw on the corpses on the ground.

　“Monster…monster…creature! What…you…you…what are you!”

　The mafia boss who came to cause trouble for Mo Yankong wailed, and just as he was about to turn around and run away, he felt a pain in his right foot. A bloody wolfhound bit his right leg, and the wolfhound's face was covered with bloody eyes of various sizes, which was extremely terrifying.

　Mo Yankong put a finger to his lips and chuckled, "Shh, it's late, don't disturb others' sleep. If you say one more word or take one more step, your fate will be the same as these corpses. Do you understand?"

　The obese mafia's legs were shaking, a stream of liquid was flowing between his legs, and he nodded repeatedly.

　"Very good. What I need you to do is very simple. Take me to your mafia's base, and then I can spare your life."

　The dark wolfhound biting the mafia boss's right foot disappeared, and a subtle look of helplessness crossed Mo Yankong's eyes. This wolfhound was an apostle created by the Dead River, and it looked eerie and terrifying. However, without the supply of life energy, its bite force was not as strong as that of a normal wolfhound. Normally, it was only responsible for eating things that Mo Yankong disdained to eat.

　Killing, only killing can make the blood river continue to grow.

　The mafia boss took a lot of effort to stand up, patted his trembling legs, took Mo Yankong to his antique car, and drove to the mafia headquarters in the area. He originally planned to beat Mo Yankong half to death and then take him there to meet their boss.

　The car drove for ten minutes and soon arrived at a busy street. The mafia led Mo Yankong into an alley and then turned into the stairs leading to the underground.

　He wiped the coldness from his forehead, glanced cautiously at Mo Yankong behind him, and knocked on the wooden door.

　"Click——"

　The observation hole in the wooden door was opened, revealing a man's eyes examining him.

　"Sardine, it's me, open the door."

　The man inside the wooden door nodded and said coldly, "Wait a moment."

　The mafia boss quickly turned around and gave Mo Yankong an apologetic smile: "Sorry! Sorry! We'll open the door soon. This is our headquarters, and we need to verify our identity to avoid the police."

　Mo Yankong was unmoved.

　A few minutes later, the wooden door opened and his fat body was the first to rush in.

　Mo Yankong pushed the door open and entered a dimly lit bar. The air was filled with the smell of cigarettes and alcohol. The customers and the owner were very enthusiastic, so enthusiastic that they stood at the door with Thompson submachine guns in both hands and surrounded Mo Yankong.

　“Crack-Crack—”