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

One of the mixed-race individuals struggled to get up, only to find his body felt like it was filled with lead, rendering him completely immobile. He roared at his companion, "What's going on now?!"

"You're asking me how I should know?!"

The other mixed-race individual was also anxious. He could clearly feel the blood in his body sinking towards the ground, as if it were about to leave his body in the next second. The suffocating pressure almost made him collapse.

Zhao Zizhan waved his hand, and a half-blood was lifted out of the crowd by a blood snake and hung in front of Zhao Zizhan: "Next, I will ask, and you will answer: Who sent you?"

The half-blood, suspended in mid-air, had a face covered in blood, yet remained defiant. He stared intently at Zhao Zizhan, a mocking smile playing on his lips. Suddenly, he mustered all his strength and spat a mouthful of bloody phlegm in Zhao Zizhan's direction.

But before the spit could reach Zhao Zizhan, it was blocked by a curtain of blood and washed away by the rain.

"Spitting at crucial moments, the high and mighty dragon doesn't seem much different from a toad jumping around on the ground?"

Before the other party could even show a furious expression, Zhao Zizhan lightly clenched his hand, and the mixed-race man's neck was snapped by the flow of blood. He was then swept into the flow of blood and drained dry.

"Captain, are you sure this target needs our protection...?"

Several special agents looked at Zhao Zizhan, who resembled a villainous boss, and couldn't help but exchange bewildered glances.

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"Stop talking nonsense and follow orders!"

If Zhao Zizhan were facing them, the team members would only say that he was evil, treacherous, vicious, and lewd, and that he was definitely not a good person. But if he were protecting them from behind, he would be an extremely majestic, powerful, and generous figure!

Even without Zhao Zizhan turning around, he could feel the intense gazes coming from behind him. He could only say that the moment he had been waiting for to be revealed to the world was finally here.

He wished he could turn on the speakers right then and there: "At this point, some of you might be wondering, 'Brother Zhan, how did you train your skills?'"

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Alright, buddy, let me tell you, there are some things that you get as soon as you travel through time. If you can't travel through time, you'll hardly ever have them in this lifetime.

PS: September is here again, and summer is coming to an end. This summer has always been full of unpredictable winds, as if all youth stories happen in summer. Just like I didn't expect this book to be so popular. The endless summer has come to an end.

Let's meet again in the golden autumn, everyone raise your glasses!

Chapter 175 Undercurrents.

"I'll ask you one last time, who sent you?"

His voice was flat, devoid of anger or impatience, yet more chilling than a roar. His questions were swift and decisive; he would not wait more than three seconds for an answer. The first to try to resist was caught by the blood trickling from his fingertips around his neck, and within two seconds, his skin shriveled up like a punctured water bag. The second stubbornly refused to admit defeat, watching helplessly as his blood flowed through cracks in the ground into Zhao Zizhan's palm until his pupils lost focus. The third fared even worse, not even having a chance to beg for mercy. He was pinned to the wall by a trail of blood as he tried to retreat, blood slowly seeping from his seven orifices until he became a light, desiccated corpse.

For these mixed-race individuals who are used to using their bloodline to suppress others, their current situation is more unbearable than death—they are like fish waiting to be slaughtered on a chopping board in a market, being forced to their heads and called out one by one, without even the strength to struggle.

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In particular, their appearance after death was truly gruesome.

The three corpses put increasing pressure on these hybrids with each passing moment.

When he pulled out the fourth person, the guy quickly collapsed, his knees slamming to the ground with a thud. His voice was filled with sobs: "I'll talk, I'll talk! It was the family, the family sent us! They said... they said they would make those who violated the blood pact pay the price!"

Zhao Zizhan raised an eyebrow: "Family? Which family?"

"I...I really don't know!"

The tall, thin man was deathly pale, cold sweat streaming down his face. "I'm just an operative. All I got was a mission: find you and make you pay... I don't know anything else! Please, please spare me!"

Zhao Zizhan suddenly smiled. He nodded slightly as he smiled, then slowly squatted down and gently touched the other person's cheek with his fingertips. The cool touch made the tall, thin man shiver.

"do you know?"

He spoke very softly, as if he were saying something private, “Since I mastered blood magic, I can control your actions—like this.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the tall, thin man suddenly found his arm rising uncontrollably, his fingertips pointing towards his temple. He stared in horror, desperately trying to pull his hand back, but could only watch helplessly as the fingers drew ever closer.

“I can still control your bloodline. The power of your bloodline that you are so proud of is like a toy in front of me.”

"Of course, I can also control your words."

Zhao Zizhan stood up and looked down at him: "Do you know what this means?"

"This means that everything in your hearts cannot be hidden from me."

"You're a very good actor, but I don't like people who lie."

The moment the words left his mouth, the blood vessels wrapped around the tall, thin man suddenly swelled, like countless fine needles piercing his veins. A clear "crack" sound rang out, the sound of bones being crushed by the force of the blood. Immediately afterward, there was a "gurgling" sound, like water being forcefully sucked up—the tall, thin man's body shriveled up at a visible speed, his skin clinging tightly to his bones, finally becoming a more grotesque "handmade mummy" than the previous three, floating lightly to the ground.

Zhao Zizhan withdrew his hand, and the blood in his palm slowly condensed into a red crystal bead, emitting a faint halo. Straight.

After truly mastering blood magic, Zhao Zizhan realized just how useful it was. It enhanced his physique, allowed him to regenerate, purify toxins, create avatars, and control physical objects. Apart from its lack of direct attack power, everything else was perfect. The only downside was the high resource consumption, but that wasn't a problem.

The more refined control that blood magic begins to advance involves sensing the other person's hormone secretion through blood, thereby judging their emotions.

Zhao Zizhan has now reached this stage, and his progress in just a few months can be described as rapid. This is why Warfarin agreed to let Zhao Zizhan explore other Originium Arts.

He is a true prodigy of a sect, possessing both talent and resources, and his progress is readily apparent, so he cannot be judged by ordinary standards.

Although he didn't get any information from them, Zhao Zizhan had already obtained the answer he wanted: it wasn't the secret society, it wasn't a local family, so it was clear who the remaining party was.

Not all hybrids are mortal enemies of dragons. After gaining superpowers, there are many who yearn to give up beef. These people are of diverse backgrounds, but they are basically inseparable from Nighoggi.

"Captain, how long until reinforcements arrive?"

One minute

"These men are yours to handle. Be careful; ordinary handcuffs won't be enough to control these animals. You'll need to find something bigger."

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In an elegant little building, a middle-aged man was enjoying tea with Angers when his phone suddenly rang. He gave Angers an apologetic smile and answered the phone: "It's me."

The voice on the other end of the phone seemed to be breathing rapidly. The middle-aged man listened quietly, his relaxed shoulders slowly tensing up, and his knuckles gripping the phone turning slightly white.

"Okay, okay, got it."

His voice was a bit deeper than before, “Immediately activate the emergency plan, clear the evacuation routes in advance, ensure the safety of the public, and report the casualty situation to me as soon as possible after the statistics are clear.”

"Okay, okay, got it. Protect the target and wait for my message."

After hanging up the phone, the middle-aged man put it back in his pocket. The gentleness on his face faded considerably, but he still managed a forced smile and turned to look at Angers, who had been sitting quietly to the side.

"We just received news that a group of people were trying to track Zhao Zizhan in the downtown area and clashed with the armed police officers who were responsible for protecting him. The other side was carrying a considerable number of automatic weapons."

At this point, he looked up at Angers, the warmth in his eyes fading, replaced by a hint of inquiry and scrutiny: "Do you have any leads on this matter?"

Angers paused in his teacup-holding motion, then chuckled softly, his tone carrying a hint of understanding: "Then I guess it must be that child who solved the vast majority of the problems, right?"

“Sir, this may be a bit offensive. But the truth is, you don’t know much about us hybrids, so you don’t know that there is a very strict divide in strength between us.”

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the tea set on the table, his tone carrying an almost absolute certainty, "Only a few can stand on the chasm and look down upon all living beings."

"That young Zizhan is one of them. His talent in combat is in no way inferior to his intelligence. As I said, I am a moderate. Moderation means not wasting precious manpower on meaningless infighting, because sending more or less people is just sending them to their deaths."

“In the cause of dragon slaying, every hybrid is invaluable, and losing any one would be a huge loss. Sir,” he said, his gaze fixed on the middle-aged man with a frank and earnest expression. “Believe me, I couldn’t do something so extravagant.”

"So, Mr. Angers, do you have any clues you can provide?"

"You wish to investigate?"

"As our elders say, 'A single punch can prevent a hundred more.'"

"Since someone dares to reach out, then we dare to chop them up."

Chapter 176.

After some effort, Zhao Zizhan, under the heavy protection of special agents, was able to see his family.

His mother rushed over immediately to check Zhao Zizhan from head to toe: "Are you alright, son? Are you hurt?"

She breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that he was unharmed: "You scared your mother to death!"

"Son, what have you figured out? Why are you making such a big fuss?"

Old Zhao was also completely baffled. His son had just come home, gone out for a meal, and suddenly the armed police arrived at their house, saying it involved a major national security matter and they were there to protect their safety.

Cui Nianzhen suffered a PTSD attack after her son's accident while traveling. She was constantly worried that something might have happened to Zhao Zizhan, and although she called to let him know that he was safe, she was still uneasy.

In contrast, although Mr. Zhao was also worried, seeing the armed police stationed at the door made him feel more at ease than Ms. Cui. His older brother was in the military, and Mr. Zhao had some understanding of the country's security levels—for the armed police to come and protect his family meant that his son's involvement was no small matter, and the level of protection around his son would definitely be even stronger. When he saw Zhao Zizhan get out of a black armored vehicle, Mr. Zhao's suspicions were instantly confirmed.

Then, recalling the competition his son had participated in before, with such high-level prizes, Old Zhao suddenly seemed to understand something.

My son seems to have come up with something incredible.

"Dad, let's go inside and talk."

Zhao Zizhan noticed the doubt in his father's eyes and understood that his mother had not yet fully calmed down. He gently put his arms around his parents' shoulders, nodded slightly to the special agents around him, and said in a gentle but respectful voice, "Thank you for your hard work."

The special agents nodded slightly in unison, said nothing, and immediately dispersed to begin setting up defenses around the area. Fortunately, Zhao Zizhan and his family lived in a villa, which made the cleanup and evacuation of the people much easier.

"What's going on? Why are there so many soldiers all of a sudden? It scared me to death!"

Faced with the questioning looks from the elderly couple, Zhao Zizhan slowly began to answer.

"We have indeed achieved some results, but I can't say what they are yet. Currently, the government has supported me in starting a company, and we are preparing to fully invest in research and development and production."

Mr. Zhao and Ms. Cui opened their mouths and looked at each other, but their limited vocabulary made it difficult to describe their feelings at this moment. They had been worried about their son's rebellious behavior and addiction to reading before, and now, before the future of pursuing a doctorate had even arrived, he was already sitting in a police car and eating a government job!

When our son said he wanted to lead a small research group with his classmates to participate in competitions, we were quite happy. It was a good thing; he could pursue some hobbies and make friends with his classmates, even though our son seemed to have never lacked friends since he was a child.

When he heard that Zhao Zizhan had won the award, Old Zhao was overjoyed and spread the news throughout the neighborhood. Being recommended to a top-tier university is always a good thing to celebrate. Old Zhao was even planning to organize a family dinner in the next couple of days. Just kidding, it would be like wearing fine clothes in the dark if his son returned home in glory and didn't show it off to his relatives!

But it was only at this moment that Lao Zhao realized he was wrong; his son's abilities far exceeded his expectations.

We've been in the same bed for fifteen years, and I never knew my son was a genius?

Finally, our Zhao family has produced a pillar of white jade that can stand tall and support the world.

This is fantastic news for the local authorities!

If someone can play an important role in such a large national project and receive national support, then wouldn't it be a success to get the family genealogy document approved? As his father, wouldn't I also benefit from this?

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Old Zhao's innate, top-tier jungler instincts instantly awakened, and he immediately started looking for a strong teammate to help him out.

"Great news, great news, son! What else do you need to start a company? See if there's anything else your father can do. Just say the word, and I'll fully support you!"

Ms. Cui then realized: "But you were still working with some foreign company before, right? Won't that affect you?"

"No, Mom," Zhao Zizhan smiled and shook his head. "It's just a collaboration. We've explained and investigated everything with the relevant departments. There won't be any problems."

"However, the cooperation does have to end. It's not good to cooperate with foreign companies in industries involving state secrets anymore. But the supply business can continue. After all, my company also needs to make a living. In fact, as the business grows, the demand for food supplies will also increase in the future."

"It's nothing, son. Even if the demand increases or doubles, it's fine. Our son has made something of himself, and as his father, I'll support you no matter what!"

Ms. Cui glanced at Old Zhao: "You, as the father, are so supportive, but I, as the mother, am not?"

"How could that be! No one is as dear as your mother. You, as her mother, are definitely the most important person in the world, much more important than me, as her father!"

Old Zhao immediately started shaking his head and began performing "Emotional Intelligence".

"Dexing" rolled his eyes at Old Zhao, then Cui Nianzhen immediately stopped joking and said seriously to Zhao Zizhan, "My Regent Group will cover all the catering for your company's employees and the previously ordered supplies. Although the official infrastructure personnel are arranged quickly, the payments usually have to go through procedures and will take longer to arrive. Mom will give you some start-up capital first. You'll need money for various things in the early stages, so don't let funding delay the progress. By the way, what exactly is the nature of your company? Is it wholly state-owned or has government investment?"

"It is funded by the state, but it is presented to the outside world as a private scientific research enterprise."

Zhao Zizhan replied.

"How could it be a private company?"

Cui Nianzhen frowned, completely baffled—such an important project should logically be led by a state-owned enterprise, so how could it be a private enterprise?

"Did they assign you a professional accountant?"

"Yes, some mothers, some mothers. The private sector is mainly for the sake of confidentiality. All the necessary equipment is included. We don't recruit from outside." Su Enxi's accounting skills are beyond question.

"That's good," Ms. Cui nodded. "But given how high the level of confidentiality you mentioned, will you need to live under an assumed name or something afterward...?"

"No, Mom, my situation is a bit special. Although the project is confidential, we don't need to hide our identities. It's not like we're developing mushroom eggs. It's not that exaggerated."

Zhao Zizhan sensed that Ms. Cui seemed to have breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mom isn't saying she doesn't want you to contribute to the country, Mom just... doesn't want to never see you again..."

"No, Mom, look, I'm back as usual."

"So what's going on tonight?"

Zhao Zizhan reached out and took his mother's hand, patting it gently. "I heard that some terrorists were causing trouble in the city tonight. Because my personal security level is relatively high, that's why we're making such a fuss. It'll be fine once this passes..."

Sorry, Mom.

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