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

"Damn it," the commander gritted his teeth. So many soldiers hadn't even taken down the objective, and they were still voluntarily stepping out of their comfort zone to attack him.

Bang! Thud! Thud! Thud!

Gunfire, like uncontrolled drumbeats, bounced back and forth among the trees, creating deafening echoes. A large number of bullets whistled towards the surrounding tree trunks, instantly tearing the dark brown bark apart. Wood chips scattered like snowflakes, some even with sharp edges, grazing the guards' cheeks and leaving a burning sting.

But not one dared to loosen their fingers from the trigger. Their eyes were wide open, their pupils bloodshot, their faces filled with undisguised horror as they frantically poured bullets from their magazines. The barrels grew hotter with each shot, emitting wisps of white smoke, but they seemed oblivious to the heat, mechanically pulling the triggers, trying to dispel the unease that gripped their hearts with firepower.

A breeze swept silently through the woods. Instead of the fresh scent of leaves, it carried a faint chill that crept up the guards' collars. The coldness felt like it carried shards of ice, instantly making their hair stand on end. An indescribable shiver shot up their spines to the top of their heads, and their skin tightened as if countless icy hands were caressing their backs.

It is a terrifying intimidation that comes from the depths of one's bloodline, like a rabbit suddenly encountering a cheetah in the grass, or a sheep facing a pack of wolves on a hillside—the instinctive fear of prey facing the apex predator of the food chain.

At the start of the battle, they weren't in such a panicked state. When they heard the report that there were only two enemy soldiers, they found it a bit ridiculous. Did the enemy really intend to break through their blockade with just two people?

Stop joking. As for the huge explosion that shook the forest and the orange-red flames that shot into the sky, they all agreed that it was an accident caused by a meteorite falling—after all, in their opinion, the two enemies could not possibly have such terrifying destructive power.

But now, that bit of luck and contempt have been completely crushed, leaving only a deep-seated fear.

"Retreat! Everyone, retreat!"

A guard who looked like a squad leader finally couldn't hold on any longer. He turned his head sharply, his voice hoarse with fear, and growled at his comrades beside him, "Take cover, everyone! We..."

Before he could finish speaking, a sharp, piercing whistling sound suddenly tore through the air, like an invisible blade, instantly interrupting him. Everyone instinctively looked up and saw that several maple leaves slowly drifting down in the air ahead had been cut in half without warning by something unseen, the cuts as clean as if precisely sliced ​​with a knife.

The next second, the squad leader felt the world suddenly spin around him. He didn't even see what was happening; he only felt a slight chill on his neck, followed by endless darkness—his gaze fell on his blood-splattered neck as he fell, and finally, he saw the horrified faces of his comrades.

A Nepalese kukri was embedded deep into the tree behind him.

Killing a C-level enemy is sometimes easier for an A-level enemy than killing a chicken.

"Hey, my good partner, why don't you use your Word of Power?"

Caesar moved with ease in the forest. For him, who possessed the power of the "Kamaitachi" word, this forest shrouded in night was as familiar as his own backyard. The invisible sound waves had already woven a dense net, capturing every rustle of grass within a hundred meters, and even the texture of breaking branches could be clearly discerned. He could see through the entire area.

Lao Kai himself is a social expert, and he is quite willing to communicate with teammates he approves of. Seeing Chu Zihang playing by relying entirely on his own stats, he couldn't help but ask a question.

He raised his hand to wipe the blood off the hunting knife, the blade gleaming coldly in the moonlight. "With the Kamaitachi keeping an eye on the whole area, you can make a big commotion without being exposed. You're not going to try and out-slash me, are you?"

"What kind of word magic?"

"?"

Caesar was speechless at Chu Zihang's words. He walked up to Chu Zihang, his azure eyes filled with disbelief. He pointed to his ear and then to the night sky: "So... Word Power! The one you awakened, like how I can hear sounds with the Kamaitachi, you can't possibly not have your own Word Power, right? Didn't our advisor tell you that?"

"Zhao Zizhan? I think he said something similar."

"However, he advised me not to use it until my bloodline is completely stable," Lao Chu said, indicating that he was quite willing to listen to advice.

After listening, Caesar stroked his chin thoughtfully and circled Chu Zihang twice: "It sounds like a high-sequence, high-risk Word of Power... Generally, only Words of Power that are afraid of backlash are required to be banned before the bloodline is stable."

He stopped, a hint of inquiry in his azure eyes. "Could you give me a hint? Is it something like manipulating elements, or strengthening oneself?"

"Breath of Fire," Chu Zihang succinctly uttered two words.

"Breathing in fire? Fire... Monarch Flame!?"

Caesar was somewhat surprised. As the heir of the Gattuso family, Caesar had spent his childhood immersed in the family library, and he had read through almost all the ancient books that recorded the secrets of hybrid races, including information on various kinds of spiritual words.

Word of Power, Monarch's Flame, serial number 89. There are a total of 118 Words of Power in the Words of Power periodic table. The vast majority of Words of Power belong to the Four Monarchs and are distributed in the four major systems of Earth, Fire, Wind, and Water according to their different powers.

89 to 101 are dangerous incantations, 102 to 112 are high-risk incantations, and 113 and above are top-secret incantations. The higher the sequence, the more unstable and dangerous it is, and the heavier the backlash on the one who releases it.

Junyan is an extremely unstable Word of Power, possessing immense destructive power but also extremely strong backlash, while Chu Zihang's situation is even more complex.

Hybrids are judged by the purity of their bloodline; the better the bloodline, the higher the class. However, there is a limit to all of this.

That is what is known as the bloodline boundary.

If the portion belonging to the dragon race exceeds that threshold, it will be assimilated, and its body will exhibit dragonification. It will also tend towards violence and killing. The more it exceeds the threshold, the more difficult it is to be called human.

Many dangerous hybrids have crossed the threshold and gone further and further, gradually becoming Deadpools who pursue the power of the dragon race.

Caesar clicked his tongue. His partner's words were quite telling. The extremely unstable Word Spirit Flame, combined with an A-level bloodline, was even more unstable. It could be said that he was already halfway to becoming a Deadpool.

Staying in this research group is getting more and more exciting.

not bad.

He looked Chu Zihang up and down, noticing that apart from the sweat on his forehead, the other man's face remained expressionless, and his breathing was steady, unlike someone who had just been in a battle. He couldn't help but ask again, "To be honest, you don't look like someone with unstable bloodline at all right now."

“Zhao Zizhan will help me stabilize my bloodline, so it’s okay.”

Chu Zihang's tone remained calm.

"Stable bloodline?"

Caesar froze, his grip tightening on the hunting knife that had been casually draped over his shoulder. His azure eyes widened in shock. "You mean... someone can actively stabilize the bloodline of a hybrid?"

He had only ever heard of using inhibitors to temporarily suppress bloodline out of control, or of relying on one's own willpower to resist it. He had never heard of anyone being able to "stabilize" their bloodline. That would be against the physiological laws of hybrids, like trying to forcibly straighten a tilted scale. If one was not careful, it would cause a more serious backlash, or even turn the hybrid into a Deadpool.

Caesar immediately leaned forward, his voice brimming with urgency: "Explain in detail? What method did he use to stabilize it? A potion? Or a Word of Power? Did he mention any specific method required to stabilize your bloodline?"

A series of questions came out of his mouth. It wasn't that he was in a hurry. If Zhao Zizhan really had the ability to stabilize bloodlines, it would be a major event that could overturn the entire mixed-race world.

"I don't know, it might be a word of magic. I only know that he pressed his hand on my shoulder, and the restless bloodline within me was calmed down."

“Mamma Mia!”

Caesar suddenly raised his hand and slapped his forehead, his native dialect tumbling out in shock at the bombshell news.

It seems I underestimated the importance of this special advisor.

To be honest, you really have to ride the principal to school, right?

As they were talking, a green signal flare lit up, indicating that Xia Mi and the others had safely arrived at the meeting point, as agreed upon earlier.

Caesar immediately composed himself, raised his hand to straighten his slightly disheveled collar, and regained some of his usual elegance: "Alright, everyone's here, we should go and meet up, don't keep them waiting too long."

The two began to retreat in an orderly manner. The mixed-race guards, who were already terrified, did not pursue them. Only a few mixed-race soldiers chased after the location where the signal flare was launched, but they were quickly dealt with.

When Zhao Zizhan arrived with his companions, all he saw were a few of his fellow travelers waiting at the gathering place, and a dead dog.

"Tie Niu, why are you sleeping on the floor?"

Zhao Zizhan stepped forward with a smile and teased him.

壹○ㄚi②⑵/⒊澪⑨８

Lying on the ground, Lu Mingfei weakly waved his hand, clutching his side and wincing, barely able to speak: "Don't...don't laugh...my back is about to break..."

㈨瀏０亦Ⅱ瀏趰乞领

Xia Mi replied, "Don't even mention it, he got out of breath. I told him to talk less, but he wouldn't listen. Ling carried him all the way here." Surprisingly, without Lu Mingfei as a burden, the team's speed actually increased a lot.

"Oh? You carried it all the way here..."

Zhao Zizhan raised an eyebrow, turned to Lu Mingfei and gave him a thumbs up, his tone full of teasing: "Not bad, Tie Niu, you know how to enjoy yourself. Not everyone can get this kind of treatment."

"What's the situation at the base?"

Only then was Chu Zihang able to ask the question that had been on everyone's mind.

"I got up and took it down in one shot. What's there to say? It was originally an underground base, and now it's turned into a lava pool. This is all thanks to our Talulah operators. I just went over to watch the show and didn't even have time to do anything."

As soon as Zhao Zizhan said this, everyone looked at Talulah, and Talulah nodded slightly in response.

"Alright, this operation was a great success! Our new member, Caesar, also performed exceptionally well! I believe he will become the most harmonious member of our team!"

Everyone applauded in welcome.

Upon hearing this, Caesar raised his hand to straighten his tie: "This welcome party is indeed quite special, but to be honest, it's only slightly inferior to my idea."

To his surprise, Zhao Zizhan simply nodded: "Thank you for the compliment. Shall we take Xiaolu and prepare to retreat?"

"Hey, doesn't nobody want to know what my welcome ideas are?"

"Okay, what is it?"

Caesar laughed and said, "Anyone who joins our club, or rather, our project team, has to run naked on the mountain road at midnight halfway through the journey, and we old folks will take pictures of them as souvenirs. How about that?"

'Obscene'

"Vulgar"

"Not offline"

"Grandma"

"Is 'Grandma' a derogatory term?"

"Exhibitionist"

Caesar's proposal was met with a string of objections.

Zhao Zizhan slapped his forehead in exasperation. "I shouldn't have let him speak. I never imagined he would have already come up with this outrageous rule at this time."

In the original timeline, the student council, which was under Caesar's control, required male members to go through a certain process to join. Everyone would have photos of others running around naked, so no one would expose it on the Night Watchers forum. If anyone dared to speak out, they would be silenced by all the brothers.

It has to be said that this bizarre rule can indeed greatly improve team cohesion. The only drawback might be that whoever is the youngest loses face.

"Your suggestion is rejected. Our group doesn't need that method to improve team cohesion."

PS: Here's a long chapter today.

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Chapter 192 Reaction.

What about those remaining guys?

While waiting to retreat, Chu Zihang asked.

Zhao Zizhan lowered his head and fastened the laces on his combat boots, causing the pebbles stuck to the soles of his boots to fall off in a soft rustling sound.

"If they don't stop us from leaving, let them be."

When he looked up, a half-smile played on his lips. "Someone has to tell their superiors what's going on here, doesn't they?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pressed the button on his headset, his tone instantly becoming lighter, "Su Enxi, remember to track these people's movements; we still need to find their hideout."

"Yes, my big boss!"

Su Enxi spoke sarcastically in the voice message.

The roar of the helicopter gradually rose, and the wind whipped up by the rotors sent fallen leaves flying everywhere.

Caesar leaned back in his chair, casually tugging at his collar. His golden hair was slightly disheveled by the wind, but it did nothing to diminish his innate nobility. He twirled the ring on his finger, looking at Zhao Zizhan across from him with a hint of curiosity in his voice: "Speaking of which, what exactly is our group researching? Since we'll be working together in the future, it's not too much to share some information beforehand, is it?"

"Oh, I almost forgot," Zhao Zizhan slapped his forehead, "You're a crucial core member of our future, I have to tell you this."

"Our research group, or rather our entire company, mainly focuses on researching materials science and engineering-related topics," Zhao Zizhan said, making a gesture that would be prohibited in South Korea.

"Materials science, engineering? That sounds very specialized. I've read some engineering-related books. What are our main areas of focus? Is it the research and development of new alloys, or the manufacturing of precision instruments?"

Caesar asked thoughtfully.

"Well, let me explain this to you first. As you know, our group is rather special, so there are some things that can't be put out in the open like this. We need a more reasonable side hustle to cover it up, right?" Zhao Zizhan patiently explained.

“That’s certainly the case. Secrecy is very important, especially when what we’re doing isn’t fully formed yet,” Caesar agreed.

"So, I thought of an industry. If we just set up an F1 team, wouldn't that perfectly cover up all our future engineering research activities?"

"An F1 team? I know those very well!"

Who is Caesar? He was a member of the old Roman tricolor, with a crest of heaven on his head! Although this blond-haired guy is of mixed blood, that's not important.

As the young master of the Gattuso family, he has been immersed in various high-end circles since childhood, so he is naturally no stranger to F1, a high-end sport. Although it is stipulated that underage children cannot drive, I would laugh if you told our young master Gattuso about the rules.

The most successful racing team in the world, Ferrari, is based in Maranello, Italy. Going there for a couple of laps is just a casual thing for them. If you want to talk about F1, you're really going to run into them.

Zhao Zizhan slapped his thigh, making a crisp sound, and his face lit up with surprise: "You're familiar with this? That's great! We were worried before that we didn't have a professional to take the lead on this, and we were afraid of messing it up. We didn't expect you to know so much about it. Isn't that a coincidence!"

"By the way, do you know how to drive an F1 car?"

"Of course, I had already driven on an F1 track when I was twelve years old."

"It has no hair!"

Zhao Zizhan immediately made the decision: "You're the one, brother. Don't say anything more. You are the core of our future F1 team! With you here, our team will definitely be able to get up and running very quickly!"

Everyone suppressed their laughter at Zhao Zizhan's performance. Surtr leaned against Talulah and said, "Did you see that? This guy is a con artist."

Talulah asked, puzzled, "Why? Didn't he say he could drive an F1 car? Although I don't know what F1 is, isn't it the right thing to do to leave things to the professionals? I think Mr. Zizhan did the right thing, didn't he?"

“Simps are really something else,” Surtr nodded and fell silent.

"Ah I?"