Chapter 137: As if from Another World
Under the night sky, the Hongtian Entertainment Center still dazzled with lights, but inside it had fallen into a dead silence. Every corridor, every room, every corner was utterly silent.
Even if a few people still hid in some places, they were like quails, deeply buried in the shadows, trembling in fear, praying for everything to end.
Most rooms on the sixth floor were dark; this was where Zhu Bixian’s trusted core members usually rested, and it was also a designated escape route.
Looking out from the window of a corridor on the sixth floor, one could see a slightly shorter building. With the physical prowess and explosiveness of a blood clan member, one could easily leap across and quickly relocate.
Pang Yun had somehow gotten his hands on a pair of beach shorts and was running bare-chested, shaking his fat body, exposing the grotesque bloodsucker sores on his waist, along with a face filled with a fiercely gritted teeth expression, running towards the window at the end of the corridor without looking back.
To avoid exposure and distance himself from that mysterious chaotic aura, Pang Yun made his way zigzagging, even daring not to unleash his boiling blood.
With one leap, the fat man’s body crashed through the window, the night wind rushing towards him as he described a beautiful parabola, heading towards the rooftop of the low building across.
Just as he was about to land on the rooftop of the building, suddenly, Pang Yun sensed that unknown, chaotic, and brutal killing intent again.
In Pang Yun’s line of sight, a tall and stunning figure appeared on the rooftop just a few meters away. On her beautiful, sexy, and enchanting face was a dangerously playful smile, deeply etched into his eyes.
In an instant, the furious pheromones of a half-step viscount exploded forth, locking onto Pang Yun’s plummeting, overweight body, replacing the fierceness on his face with an absolute despairing terror.
The two boiling blood sensations opened up within half a second of each other, and then the two figures converged into one.
A dull thud echoed, and the fat man’s body bounced back like a cannonball, crashing straight back into the sixth floor of the Hongtian Entertainment Center, shattering most of the corridor’s window wall, revealing an irregular gaping hole.
Yue Wan’s legs, which had not suffered lightly from the earlier collision, shifted slightly as her gaze dropped to her exposed right hand.
Dozens of thin blood-red worms twisted and writhed like red strands of vitality, scrambling to burrow into her skin, attempting to penetrate into her flesh and blood vessels.
This was the bloodworm attack that Pang Yun had unleashed during the collision, and a small portion had hit the bare skin on Yue Wan’s hand.
Yue Wan raised her right hand, flipping it over curiously as she observed it for a few seconds before letting out a cold snort.
The intensity of her boiling blood surged again, directly breaking through the threshold. At that moment, Yue Wan stood like a towering lighthouse over the entire old street, sending out a silent yet ferocious signal.
A pheromone storm spread out with a radius of several kilometers, murderous intent soaring high, setting off a carnival among the tropical mountains and forests, making all the blood clan members not yet affected by the night battle tremble even more as they hastened away.
The high-threshold boiling blood lasted only a few seconds before it reversed and suppressed the vitality of the bloodworms. Those bloodworms, which should have been writhing in the boiling blood of the blood clan, now fled from Yue Wan’s skin like they had encountered a more terrifying enemy, falling scattered onto the rooftop, wriggling, with their bodies even turning a dark wine red.
Stepping down directly, Yue Wan crushed the gruesome things on the ground and then lifted her head, looking back at the Hongtian Entertainment Center just seven or eight meters away, her cold smile even more pronounced.
The brief encounter just moments ago had considerably shaken Pang Yun’s confidence to continue the fight, and he began to run madly towards the lower floors of the building, even knocking down a black-clad blood clan attendant who hadn’t escaped with a punch.
As long as he reached the first floor, he could still escape through the underground passage. As long as he was alive, he could wait for Zhu Bixian to return for a counterattack.
At this moment, Pang Yun’s face contorted in crazed despair as he ran like a desperate fugitive, but this ferocious facade had long lost its meaning.
On his shoulders and abdomen were several knives embedded deep within his fat, the wounds bleeding profusely. He found it strange that they weren’t silver weapons, nor did they react to any unknown toxins, leaving him momentarily relieved yet confused.
Unfortunately, the terrifying aura from behind surged even stronger. That mysterious hidden alliance’s blood clan half-viscount was chasing after him and, it seemed, hadn’t been affected at all by the earlier bloodworm attack.
She should not belong to the Iberian blood clan, nor the Ganges blood clan; how could her boiling blood threshold be so high? An incomprehensible thought stuck in Pang Yun’s mind.
According to common sense, the Ganges blood clan was firmly in second place regarding boiling blood thresholds.
Even if the opponent were a half-viscount, as long as she was not part of the Iberian blood clan, her boiling blood threshold under the same level would typically be lower than that of the Ganges blood clan. So theoretically, that woman should not have remained unscathed after suffering the bloodworm attack.
Feeling the other party getting closer, the tidal wave-like murderous intent brushing against his bare back felt almost tangible, causing Pang Yun’s anxiety and anger to deepen.
Still pursuing… Damn it, I don’t believe this! Come again!
In the moment Pang Yun rushed down the stairs, his body leapt into the air, his feet pushing off the wall of the corridor opposite, turning back to attack again. At the same time, nearly all the exposed skin on his body sprouted writhing bloodworms, making the hair on his arms stand on end.
…
In the dimly lit hall on the first floor, only a mid-tier knight from the Bafu remained on guard, slowly moving the corpses of blood clan members on the ground, which would later be collected by the Luo family.
Meanwhile, Jiang Yan and another upper-tier knight from Bafu were acting separately, flinging open the doors of various private rooms on the second floor, continuing to clear the area.
The results were plentiful; in the main hall and on the second floor, they had annihilated sixteen attendants or blood thralls, most of them black blood clan members of the Black Dragon Society, with a few unfortunate wandering blood clan members and just a handful of ordinary human henchmen.
“Yan Jie, they were consuming Linglong San; we found several boxes here, and the miscellaneous gambling stakes add up to around seven or eight hundred thousand.”
The upper-tier knight from Bafu had begun to use respectful language towards Jiang Yan a few minutes ago, willingly accepting her leadership, and now tossed a box of drugs into the air, smiling easily.
“Mm… Just trouble you to keep it for now, let Brother Xiang do a full inventory later…”
As Jiang Yan was about to push open the last private room’s door, she heard faint gunfire from the corridor at the end of the hall. A strange baron aura was approaching, frenzied and persistent, along with another very familiar half-viscount aura.
A blood-soaked, overweight body smashed through numerous corridor railings, rolling into the second-floor hallway, leaving a long streak of blood on the shiny floor.
Pang Yun’s entire body was barely recognizable, covered in wounds, bloody and mangled.
There were clear scorched marks indicative of having been burned by silver weapons, as well as gashes from ordinary knives, along with unique carbonized holes made by silver bullets.
The downed black blood clan baron resembled a fat pig being toyed with and tortured by someone, enduring torment without a final blow.
“You have pretty good aptitude; why become a black blood clan member? Your character is worse than heart demons.”
Not far in front of him, Yue Wan walked over with a radiant smile, elegantly swinging her hips as she held an UZI submachine gun, captivating yet dangerous.
Pang Yun flipped over, spitting out a mouthful of dark blood, supporting himself with his hands on the ground as he instinctively moved backward on the sticky blood.
The high-intensity boiling blood battle had drained the fat man’s stamina; his boiling blood control was nearly at its limit, and the lingering boiling blood aura gradually faded, leaving only the last bit of blood-energy protein within him to maintain his bodily stability.
The bloodworms inside Pang Yun had long since been consumed during the previous struggles; now, he felt like a gambler who’d lost everything or a tiger with a broken tooth, facing his final reckoning.
Jiang Yan and the Bafu knight almost simultaneously raised their weapons, aiming at the now limp fat man a few meters away, while also sneaking glances at Yue Wan’s face, unsure why she wanted to toy with this black blood clan baron to such an extent.
“You’re not from the Hidden Alliance… who the hell are you?!”
Pang Yun coughed up blood, trembling as he stared at the gradually approaching Yue Wan, finally distinguishing that her combat attire was somewhat off.
Yue Wan reached a distance of about five or six meters from Pang Yun, tucked her UZI back into its holster on her thigh, lit a cigarette, and asked nonchalantly, “I’ll ask you one more time, where did Zhu Bixian go?”
Staring at that beautiful, charming face, Pang Yun’s facial muscles twitched a few times, the fierceness in his gaze finally dissipating. Eventually, he lowered his head and quietly said, “He… he went to Caoshan in the mainland… left yesterday… said he was going to deal with the Hidden Alliance and the Wang family.”
“Wouldn’t it have been better to say that earlier? If I’m not mistaken, this basement has two levels; besides the blood feeding grounds, there must also be some good things inside, right?”
Yue Wan exhaled a puff of smoke, her beautiful big eyes blinking, appearing to be doing anything but interrogating.
Pang Yun was taken aback, slowly nodding his head.
Yue Wan flicked away her cigarette butt and no longer looked at him, turning to walk towards the broken staircase, as if the black blood clan baron had become as good as dead.
Pang Yun glanced at Yue Wan, then slightly turned back to look at the male and female knights not far behind him, a fleeting madness flashing in his dim eyes.
Boiling blood surged again, squeezing out the last of the blood-energy protein; Pang Yun’s emaciated, full of holes body shot towards Jiang Yan like a cannonball.
The distance was so close, and the speed so fast that Jiang Yan already saw the distorted face inches away, exposing sharp teeth and an overly swollen, grotesque body.
Jiang Yan’s gun hadn’t even had time to pull the trigger when another, even faster wave of energy fluctuations flashed over, revealing the black blood clan baron soaring through the air, a horrific explosion of flesh and blood occurring, as if a bursting sack of grains.
On his shoulder, abdomen, and left leg, Pang Yun’s body erupted simultaneously; countless shattered bones, blood, flesh, organs, and even yellowish fat sprayed out radially, filling the air as a large mass of bloody matter surged towards Jiang Yan.
Pang Yun exploded, with only half a torso and an intact head left, crashing to the ground less than a meter from Jiang Yan, a large splatter of flesh and blood slapping across her and the Bafu knight’s faces and bodies, catching them unprepared.
“You two, guard the door; Jiang Yan, come with me.”
Yue Wan still didn’t look back, her figure gradually disappearing at the stairway entrance, seemingly having no desire to admire the bloody spectacle of the recent “flesh explosion.”
Raising her elbow, Jiang Yan wiped the foul blood and bits of flesh from her face, then looked down at Pang Yun’s gradually widening eyes on the ground, met with the Bafu knight’s gaze. They exchanged a glance before following after Yue Wan.
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In the dim basement, only the Black Dragon Society’s disciples stood guard. The young man with yellow hair was trembling like a sieve, drenched in sweat, nearly squeezing water from his gun, finding it difficult to steady it.
Outside the door, the surface world of the corridor was swept by a chaotic tide of battle that had raged countless times, and even as it gradually faded, it still left lingering fears.
Several familiar auras vanished successively, while more unfamiliar dominating presences became the main entities the yellow-haired boy sensed.
Though he could not hear any gunshots, he guessed that the Hongtian Entertainment Center had likely been breached.
Behind him lay a group of blood feeding-bred men and women who had already lost consciousness, but the young miscellaneous blood clan member shackled to a metal frame was still muttering, resembling a mentally deranged person trapped in his chaotic world.
“I’ll kill you… I’ll kill you…”
The youth on the metal frame mumbled again, in an eerie tone. Unable to help himself, the yellow-haired boy turned back, cursing with a strange crying voice, “Kill, what the hell! You lunatic who ate too much Linglong San!”
“Hehe, I’m going to kill you… I’m so hungry… give me blood…”
Meng Huai sat on the ground, his body slightly curled up, a severed arm dangling from the metal frame behind him, his broken leg twisted at an odd angle. Beneath his chicken coop-like dirty hair was a sickly red face.
He was bloodthirsty and had become disordered; this was a result of Pang Yun and the others following the methods of blood people to keep Meng Huai in a constant state of low-grade blood thirst while stimulating his hematopoiesis with drugs.
“Shut up! Or I’ll really kill you!”
The yellow-haired boy, now nearly on the verge of a mental breakdown, finally couldn’t hold back any longer, yelling while also turning around to point his gun at Meng Huai, hysterical and filled with brutality, “Scream! Scream one more time!”
Meng Huai stopped speaking, raised his head to stare intently in the direction of the noise, and let out a beast-like growl, both a provocation and a plea.
Suddenly, a series of faint gunshots rang out from outside the door, with the metal door suddenly riddled with horrifying bullet holes. Then came a loud sound of kicking, and the broken door collapsed.
Perhaps shot, the yellow-haired boy screamed and scrambled down the stairs, curling up among the filthy captive blood clans, his body smeared with excrement and mud, panicking and shouting, completely losing track of his gun.
A figure stepped into the basement, her sexy waist swaying as her long legs in high-waisted combat boots stepped into the ground covered with rotting blood and filth, then stopped.
Surveying her surroundings to adapt to the light change, Yue Wan lit a cigarette again, taking a deep puff, masking the extremely unpleasant smell.
Meanwhile, Jiang Yan, who followed Yue Wan, instinctively raised her fingers to cover her nose.
This nauseating, damp, foul odor intensified the sensitive sense of smell of blood clan members, making her reluctant to step in.
“The scale is smaller than I expected; Zhu Bixian should have more than just this blood breeding site.”
Yue Wan walked forward slowly, casually admiring the chaotic and pathetic scenes around her.
“Don’t… don’t kill me… I didn’t resist, I surrender! I know where there are more places like this!”
The yellow-haired boy, covered in putrid mud and excrement, shivered as he stood up, hunched over with raised hands, a face full of despair.
With a whoosh, the yellow-haired boy’s head exploded, his body slumping onto two unconscious captive blood clan members.
Yue Wan holstered her handgun back into its thigh pocket, her face expressionless, turning slightly to look back at Jiang Yan: “Jiang Yan, deal with this place first, then let’s check the next level.”
“Don’t show any pity; death is their greatest release now… They’ve all been fed to become black blood clan members; there’s no purging them; even if they live, they will be a menace.”
After saying this, Yue Wan turned and walked toward the basement exit.
Jiang Yan nodded, pulling her handgun from her thigh and chambering a round.
The muffled gunshots rang out continuously, bringing an end to the lives of the men and women who had previously fainted due to the storm of pheromones, without causing them any pain.
As Jiang Yan shot, she slowly moved deeper, while at the exit of the basement, Yue Wan took small puffs of her cigarette, quietly watching the girl’s back.
In front of her was a strange young man with disabled arms and legs, his tall body curled up into a ball. His obviously tortured left hand and right foot were shackled to the metal frame, his head hanging low as he muttered incomprehensible words.
Without exception, his presence was still filled with the “impurities” of the black blood clan, cruelly chaotic, weak and disordered, his blood thirst disordered to the brink of collapse, utterly hopeless.
This should be the last one… After glancing around, Jiang Yan sighed and raised her handgun.
“Mom… the commander… Jiang Yan, you should go… Zhong Jing, don’t mix with them anymore…”
A familiar whisper reached her ears, and Jiang Yan was about to pull the trigger but abruptly froze.
The young girl’s hand began to tremble; the gun barrel slowly drooped, and her body gradually crouched down as she extended her left hand to touch the shoulder of the disheveled young man.
“Kill you… kill you all… wuwu… give me blood…”
The young man’s mutter shifted into a low growl, deep, hoarse, laced with madness and plea.
Moments later, Jiang Yan abruptly dropped her gun, cradling the young man’s face in her hands, locking eyes with him.
It felt strangely familiar yet alien. Gradually, all the details from her memories reassembled, bringing forth a clear understanding that tugged at her heartstrings.
“Meng Huai…”
Jiang Yan trembled as she finally uttered the name that had been stuck in her throat for the past several seconds.
Before Jiang Yan’s eyes, the young man’s dirty face twisted into a slightly convulsing expression, his pair of blood-red, dazed eyes staring blankly back at her, filled with strange madness, bloodlust, confusion, sorrow, and pain.
“Give me blood…”
In Meng Huai’s eyes was only a blurred black silhouette, but a hint of enchanting fragrance penetrated his nostrils, dissipating all the foul smell and filling every crevice of his mind.
This aura was intoxicating, like a fine liquor enticing the most fearless desires hidden deep within bones, attempting to claim it as his own, refusing to let go even in death.
Out of nowhere, Meng Huai summoned the strength to grasp the back of the girl’s neck with his only still-moving right hand, pulling her down onto his chest, exposing grotesque, sharp teeth that had been distorted by blood loss, and brutally biting into the smoothness of her neck.
At the entrance of the basement, sensing something was amiss, Yue Wan immediately tossed aside her cigarette butt and reached for her handgun. But a second later, she slowly loosened her grip, her expression a mix of surprise and helplessness, almost bittersweet.
“Meng Huai, I’ve come to save you… it’s alright, drink slowly…”
The force of his sucking was terrifying, surpassing the efficiency of automatic blood collection machines, causing the black-haired girl’s neck veins to drain blood at an alarming rate, leaving her feeling dizzy.
Jiang Yan knelt in the muddy floor, motionless, holding Meng Huai’s upper body tightly, gently patting his back and softly whispering, as if soothing a baby.
At this moment, tears streamed down her face.
“Yanjie, Brother Xiang and Brother Hao are already here. Everything is going smoothly…”
A knight from Bafu walked to the basement door, softly reporting to Yue Wan while peering into the depths of the basement, likely unaware why she stood there in a daze.
“Got it, please handle this place first… Oh, and don’t disturb it just yet. Wait for Jiang Yan; I want to take that person away.”
Yue Wan discarded her cigarette butt, taking one last glance at the pair in the depths of the basement, then turned without looking back, headed for the exit.
The Bafu knight was puzzled, watching Yue Wan go upstairs, pondering the meaning of her earlier words, unable to shake his confusion. He couldn’t help but step a few steps into the basement.
When the knight finally saw the scene before him, he was left stunned.
