A Maybach on a rainy night? Talk to my Levadin!

"Waiter!"

Zhao Zizhan snapped his fingers in greeting.

A waiter in a neat uniform immediately stepped forward with a standard smile, his attitude respectful and enthusiastic: "Hello, sir, how can I help you?"

Our Regent Hotel doesn't put on airs or embarrass ourselves. All our staff are trained on their first day to recognize Zhao Zizhan's face.

It's okay if you don't recognize Old Zhao, but you don't recognize Young Master. You know how the Chairman operates.

"Don't call me 'young master,' it's been so many years since liberation. Help me pack up my food."

The waiter nodded quickly: "Okay, shall we pack all of these up?"

"I didn't eat a single bite, of course I'll pack it all up. See whichever you like, I'll pack a box for you too. Hey buddy, don't be shy with me, I specifically ordered the expensive stuff, I'm going to rip off these rich foreign devils."

Angers stopped as he stepped out of the revolving door, his gaze sweeping over the vehicles parked in front of it—two gleaming Hongqi sedans stood quietly next to his iconic black vintage car.

Beside the car stood a middle-aged man in a dark Zhongshan suit, his sleeves neatly trimmed, his hands hanging naturally at his sides, a gentle yet undeniably scrutinizing smile on his face. Seeing Angers emerge, he slowly stepped forward, his voice steady as the clinking of jade stones: "Mr. Hilbert Jean Angers? Would you do me the honor of joining me for tea?"

Angers patted Viola, whose body was tense beside him, and returned the smile: "Of course, isn't there an old Chinese saying, 'A cup of tea after a meal is better than being a living god'? Please..."

The middle-aged man in the car spoke first, his tone seemingly casual, but with a barely perceptible probing: "Principal, are you here to recruit students?"

"No, no, no, I'm just here to invest."

"invest?"

A hint of surprise flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes. "That's really good news. I just wonder what project Mr. Angers has taken a fancy to, so we can help him make the connection?" He probed further.

"Projects? No, no, no, you know, at our level, we don't look at projects anymore, we look at people. I think that young Zhao Zizhan is very talented, so I took a liking to him. It's just a pity that the kid has a heart full of patriotism, and I can't poach him. So I can only invest and build up some goodwill."

"Mr. Angers actually values ​​this child so much?"

A third visit to Terra.

"How could I not admire such a talent? Rest assured, sir, our investment is open and transparent, and Mr. Zhao Zizhan has also explicitly declined the invitation to study abroad. As you know, we have a blood pact and he absolutely cannot participate in the political and military activities of ordinary people. His goals are the same as mine, so I am willing to provide some small assistance within my capacity."

"Mr. Angers is indeed a man of noble character. It is my honor to be invited to have a cup of tea with someone like you."

"You flatter me. That child is a prodigy, yet he knows nothing about this world and has plunged headlong into the vortex. The waters of the mixed-race are quite deep, so you'll have to put in a lot more effort. In two days, even the slowest forces should have started to act."

"what do you mean……?"

Angers didn't answer directly, but leaned back in his seat, his gaze drifting through the car window to the passing street scene, the streetlights casting interplay of light and shadow on his face. After a moment, he spoke slowly, his voice carrying a hint of mystery: "I've always considered myself a moderate. What do you think?"

“We certainly welcome moderates, but if there are radicals, we are confident and capable of calming them down. What do you think?”

"Of course, I firmly believe this."

It's going to rain.

Zhao Zizhan walked out of the hotel, looked at the sky outside, and turned to Chu Zihang: "Do you want to take a taxi back, or should I have the driver take you back together?"

"I can walk by myself."

"That won't do. You might catch a cold if you get caught in the rain. Your father just entrusted you to me," Zhao Zizhan said. "Have someone get you an umbrella. Here, take this. It's a big yellow croaker, good stuff. Take it and eat it with your mother."

Chu Zihang paused for a moment, then reached out and took the insulated box, and then the umbrella handed to him by the waiter. Holding the umbrella in one hand and the insulated box in the other, the elegant young man's back looked like that of a food deliveryman.

Zhao Zizhan secretly took out his phone and took a picture. He waved to Chu Zihang, who seemed to sense something and turned around, and then turned and walked down another road.

After Chu Zihang's figure completely disappeared, Zhao Zizhan put away his phone and turned to walk down another secluded path. Not far behind him, several black figures slowly emerged from behind a wall and followed him.

Chapter 173 Conflict.

The midnight rain falls on the paulownia leaves, each drop a sound of parting.

They had only just reunited as father and son, yet they were already parting ways. It's likely that Xiao Chu's heart wasn't as calm as he appeared.

At first, the rain fell sporadically, as if testing the waters, leaving only shallow traces on the ground. But soon, several muffled claps of thunder rolled in from the depths of the clouds, and then the rain suddenly intensified, pouring down like a burst dam. Large raindrops pounded the ground, splashing water half a foot high, instantly covering the once dry road surface and forming rushing streams.

Zhao Zizhan held a black umbrella and strolled slowly in the rain. Raindrops fell on the umbrella surface, instantly blooming into transparent water droplets, then meandering down the umbrella ribs, drawing forks in the water. The umbrella moved forward in the rain, like a lone boat on the sea of ​​the sky.

Zhao Zizhan strolled in the rain with an umbrella, his shadowy figures mingling and intertwining in the misty world behind him.

"You are suspected of following our important figures for an extended period of time. Please show your identification and cooperate with the investigation. Otherwise, we will take coercive measures as appropriate."

Just as those figures were getting closer, several clear and powerful voices suddenly rang out.

During the time Zhao Zizhan was released from Anglia, his phone was ringing off the hook. As an important scientific researcher, his safety was crucial to the country's major projects. Therefore, after receiving the news, the local military region urgently dispatched a group of armed police special operations team members in plainclothes to be responsible for protecting Zhao Zizhan's safety.

Don't look down on the People's Armed Police. Everyone says that the Air Force has new planes, the Navy has new ships, the Army has new shoes, and the People's Armed Police has new recruits.

As the only branch of the military that cannot be equipped with large heavy weapons and equipment and has no big toys to play with, the training volume and intensity of the People's Armed Police Force are the highest among all branches of the military. They really train to the point of urinating blood. The People's Armed Police Force has long dominated the top positions in all major military competitions. It is most suitable to entrust the task of protecting key figures to the elite members of the People's Armed Police Force.

Zhao Zizhan had spotted these men as soon as he entered the hotel. Although they were dressed in well-tailored silver suits, looking like elegant gentlemen, their clothes were crisp and their movements were slightly stiff, indicating that they had bulletproof linings underneath. They were wearing 3513 factory cruiser combat boots, which Zhao Zizhan had only seen in some units when he was in the army. Although the steel toes of the boots were heavy, they were powerful and effective for kicking and self-defense. These men had tough faces, firm eyes, and stood like pine trees. They were clearly trained professionals, and the aura they exuded from long-term training was so strong that it was almost overflowing.

The shadowy figure paused, seemingly confused by the sudden appearance of the figure blocking its way, before erupting into fury.

A bunch of inferior creatures, how dare you disobey your master?

However, before he could make a move, gunshots rang out first. The team members were already prepared for battle, and the moment the shadowy figure revealed his killing intent, they decisively pulled the trigger.

From seven steps away, the gun is fast; from seven steps away, the gun is both accurate and fast.

In an instant, gunshots rang out like drumbeats, thunder like rhythms, the clanging of swords could be heard nearby, and the whistling of arrows could be heard in the distance. No blood was splattered like rain, but the stench of liver and brains filled the air.

Despite their superior strength and the supernatural abilities they possessed, the hybrids were still carbon-based beings. They were no match for the deafening roar of the All-Encompassing Equalizer. Several hybrids were shot and fell to the ground, their bodies twitching a few times in the rain before going still. However, the armed police officers did not let their guard down. Several officers quickly moved forward and fired three more shots into the heads of the fallen hybrids, only rising to continue their vigilance after confirming they were completely lifeless.

The night rain made the alleyways slippery, and the streetlights were shattered by stray bullets. The dim yellow light, mixed with the raindrops, swayed and blurred the bloodstains on the walls into a dark red.

The signal to begin the firefight wasn't a whistle, but the sharp whistle of the first bullet piercing the air. The hybrids in the shadows moved like lurking cheetahs. First came the rustling of clothes, then pairs of golden eyes emerged from the shadows, pairs of golden eyes shining from the darkness.

"Fire!"

The special operations team's tactical orders had barely been given when a muffled gunshot struck the alley wall, bouncing back with a piercing echo. But before the special operations team members could even release their triggers, several tongues of fire erupted from the other side—the enemy also had firearms!

Bullets struck the special agents' bulletproof shields with a series of crisp clanging sounds. Someone had been shot in the shoulder, the fibers of the bulletproof vest were pierced, and blood seeped out along the fabric. He groaned, but immediately lowered the muzzle of his gun and followed the tactical trajectory to retaliate against the mixed-race person's hiding place.

The firepower from both sides instantly clashed. The special operations agents were well-trained and highly capable, forming a fire net in groups of three, with bullets flying like a dense, impenetrable weave. The hybrids, on the other hand, possessed innate abilities and were essentially cheated. Members from both sides were hit by bullets, and drops of blood mixed with rainwater spread across the ground. Whether they were wearing tactical uniforms or black cloaks, people fell in the alley, with muffled thuds echoing one after another.

"Shadow Thunder!"

The sound was like a thunderclap hitting eardrums. The air was suddenly compressed and then exploded. There was no fire, only an invisible shockwave swept by. The two special operations team members who were closest to the scene did not even have time to react. Their bodies flew out like puppets with broken strings, and their backs slammed heavily against the brick wall with a crisp "crack". The sound of ribs breaking could be heard even through the rain.

"Everyone, spread out!! The enemy has the ability to cause small-scale air explosions!!"

The squad leader shouted loudly.

Upon hearing the order, the team members immediately linked arms and retreated, rifle butts against their shoulders, ready to fire at any moment. Some even dragged their wounded comrades to safety behind their riot shields, the shields crackling with bullets.

Several armed police officers quickly blocked the only way for the mixed-race people to reach Zhao Zizhan.

Just then, a flash of orange-red appeared in the shadows on the rooftop.

That was the flash of a sniper pulling the trigger; the bullet, with a sharp whistling sound, pierced precisely through the temple of the hybrid who used "Shadow Thunder." Red and white brain matter splattered onto the mottled wall as he fell straight down, the light in his golden eyes instantly extinguished.

"Be careful, there's a sniper!"

The mixed-race individuals all went into hiding.

"I'll take care of it, watch your eyes!"

A half-blooded man dressed in black spread his arms, and a beam of light comparable to the midday sun burst forth from his body, sweeping across the entire alley. The special agents instinctively closed their eyes, tears welling up uncontrollably, their vision reduced to a white blur, and even the guns in their hands trembled.

Word of Power: Blazing Sun.

"Damn it, you bumped into your own people!"

"I shouted it!"

"Who could react to the flashing light right after you finished speaking?"

"Stop arguing, move forward quickly, don't waste time here!"

A black man rushed out of the crowd, and several special agents immediately opened fire. A burst of bullets hit the man, sparks flying and clanging. In an instant, the man had already rushed to the front of the special agents.

Words of Power, Bronze Throne.

With a single, powerful punch, he was about to kill several special operations team members on the spot!

At this critical moment, a dark red torrent suddenly surged out from the end of the alley. The water wasn't like rain; it was more like a living, breathing blood snake, its stench carrying a foul scent as it coiled around the arms and waist of the tall, muscular man, tightening its grip. He tried to break free, but felt his strength rapidly draining away. His golden eyes first shone blindingly, then slowly dimmed, like a light bulb running out of power, flickering a few times before finally extinguishing completely, fading into silence.

"Blood-bound Coffin"

A cold whisper rang out, followed by a series of sharp cracking sounds—the sound of bones being snapped. The blood flowed like a monstrous python, tightening its grip and strangling the unknown strong man to death. The tall, muscular, dark-skinned man's body was deformed by the torrent of blood, unable to even scream, only able to squeeze out hoarse gasps from his throat.

Then, as if it were alive, the blood python burrowed into his wound and slowly sucked his blood dry. His skin quickly became shriveled, like a dehydrated mummy, and finally he fell to the wet ground with a "thud," splashing up a circle of water mixed with blood.

Before the dry, lifeless eyes, a pair of white Nike sneakers came to a stop. The impeccably tailored black suit trousers were spotless, and one hand held a black umbrella, its brim pulled low, obscuring most of the person's face, revealing only their sharply defined jawline. Rainwater trickled down the umbrella ribs, dripping into a puddle beside the sneakers, creating small ripples and diluting the bloodstains on the ground.

The visitor was none other than Zhao Zizhan, the Blood Demon Lord.

"You bunch of bastards were so arrogant while I was on my way..."

Chapter 174 Does this person still need our protection?

The rescued special agents were so terrified when they saw Zhao Zizhan that they barely had time to express their gratitude.

A member of the armed police forcefully suppressed his wildly beating heart and stepped forward quickly, his voice trembling with urgency: "Mr. Zhao Zizhan, the situation is critical. Please evacuate with our officers immediately. We will escort you safely back to a safe location."

The armed police officers didn't care about the pain from the bullet wounds. Their top priority was to persuade this "ancestor" to leave as soon as possible. Protecting Zhao Zizhan's safety was their top priority, and if anything happened to this "ancestor," none of them would be able to explain themselves.

"It's alright, leave this to me. I'm very worried about my family. Could you go over there and check on them? If everything is safe, just call me here." Zhao Zizhan said calmly as he took out his phone from his pocket, dialed a number, and handed it over.

The members were taken aback by Zhao Zizhan's attitude, but quickly refused, saying, "Our mission is to protect you and ensure your safe departure. Your family will be protected by our comrades. Please rest assured, they are just as reliable as us. Your family will not be harmed until we are all sacrificed."

"There's no need to make it sound so serious."

Zhao Zizhan smiled faintly: "Their target is me. If you stay here, you will be in danger."

He paused, looking at the tense expressions on their faces, and added, "Here's what we'll do: you should ask your superiors for instructions. Given the current situation, your current firepower might not be enough to take care of these guys."

Zhao Zizhan noticed that most of the armed police officers carried pistols, a few carried rifles, and some carried shotguns, all for the convenience of scouting the village. The fact that there was only one rifle per squad made Zhao Zizhan feel a little uncomfortable, because when he was in the army, the Chinese soldiers also had only one rifle per squad, while the other four soldiers were equipped with sniper rifles, grenade launchers, machine guns, and two rifles. Rifles were only given to new recruits.

Given the current firepower of these members, it would be difficult for them to escape unscathed.

"Don't let my appearance fool you, I'm actually quite strong."

The special agents found it hard to be at ease looking at his excessively young face, but the corpse on the ground, which had just been like a god descending to earth but now looked like a stray dog ​​by the roadside, left them no choice but to believe it.

After a few seconds of silence, the operator who had spoken earlier gritted his teeth and compromised, saying, "Um... I'll ask my superiors for instructions right away, but your top priority right now is to leave immediately! It'll be too late if you wait any longer!"

"Don't worry, let me lend you a hand first."

Zhao Zizhan did not move. He slowly raised his head, his gaze sharp as a knife, staring straight at the corner ahead—where several mixed-race individuals exuding a dangerous aura were rushing towards them, their golden pupils flashing with a bloodthirsty light in the dim light.

The next second, the air around Zhao Zizhan seemed to begin to flow, and an invisible force began to spread. A faint red light appeared on his fingertips, and blood magic was quietly activated. The hybrids in front of him, whose golden eyes were originally arrogant, suddenly began to short-circuit strangely, and the golden light flickered.

"Wait... what's going on?"

One of the mixed-bloods was the first to notice the abnormality. He subconsciously tried to activate the power of his bloodline, but found that his body was as if it were bound by invisible shackles, and he could not mobilize even a trace of power. His voice was full of panic, "I can't activate my bloodline!"

"Me too! I can't use my Word of Power anymore!"

Another mixed-race person also cried out in surprise.

"It's a precept!"

In the crowd, an older mixed-race man suddenly realized what was happening, his face changed drastically, and he shouted at the top of his lungs.

"That guy's Word of Power is Discipline! It can suppress our bloodline and Word of Power! Quick! Get close and control him, don't let him continue to activate his Word of Power!"

The special operations captain reacted immediately: "Maintain formation. The enemy cannot use their special abilities right now. Lei Jie, Shen Ke, suppress fire. Zhang Yuan, He Shuo, retreat with the target. Zhao Yuanliang, prioritize taking out the armed targets!"

Upon receiving the message "Received," two special agents quickly moved to the front of the group, opened fire with their rifles, and the rest of the group began to retreat in an orderly fashion around Zhao Zizhan.

Just then, a bright light flashed again on a distant rooftop, followed by a sharp gunshot. A mixed-race man who was exchanging fire with Lei Jie while holding a submachine gun froze instantly, a flower of blood blooming on his chest. He looked down in disbelief, then fell heavily to the ground, his weapon clattering to the floor.

Without the power of words, the hybrids' physical bodies were clearly exposed, leaving them with only slightly better mobility than humans. However, this advantage was greatly diminished in the face of the special operations team's standard rifles. The 5.8mm rifle bullets had extremely strong penetrating power; if a vital organ was hit, the person would lose their mobility on the spot, and two shots would be enough to knock them to the ground. But these hybrids were clearly well-trained, and even when at a disadvantage, they maintained an orderly formation and fought back and forth with the special operations team members using their weapons.

"Would you mind if I took over? I'd like to save some time?"

The captain thought to himself, "Since you've already said that, what are we supposed to do to stop you? Great Sage, just show us what other supernatural powers you have! Please, Immortal Master, unleash your profound magic again!"

However, since he said that it was against the rules, he could only remain silent.

Having all served in the military, Zhao Zizhan could easily see what the captain was thinking. He slightly raised one hand, half-clenching his fist, and in an instant, these mixed-race individuals shuddered, as if they had been lifted up by an invisible giant hand. Before they could react, Zhao Zizhan flicked his wrist.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A series of dull thuds rang out as the hybrids, like discarded trash, crashed heavily onto the hard concrete floor, the sound of their bones cracking faintly audible.

"Damn it! Wasn't it said that his Words of Power were commandments?"