163: Chapter 161 The First Prison Guard 163: Chapter 161 The First Prison Guard …
The healing process had proceeded by more than half, and Wen Wen could distinctly feel the speed of the healing slowing down.
When Wen Wen was feeding, if he was in a good mood, he’d give a bit more, unlike the Beauty Puppet who was always fed on a set schedule and quantity.
He wouldn’t let Tao Qingqing drink her fill of blood, yet he wouldn’t let her Blood Energy fall short either.
Therefore, undertaking such extensive Self-Healing this ti, the consumption of Blood Energy was slightly unsustainable, and the restoration speed had dropped considerably.
Of course, it had only slowed down slightly.
Normally, Wen Wen might not even have been able to distinguish such a change, but now he could feel it very clearly.
Because now, depending solely on a Bracelet, he truly possessed all the abilities that Tao Qingqing had!
No, now it wasn’t just about having her physique; he had completely transford into an even more powerful male vampire!
It wasn’t just his abilities that had changed, even so of the vampire’s quirks had been replicated.
Feeling the deficit of Blood Energy within him, Wen Wen looked at the remaining four n as though they were four delectable als.
He licked his lips and took a deep breath, unable to help but exclaim,
“Tsk, even you four ugly guys look as tempting as top-notch beauties to now.
This kind of seduction is not sothing ordinary people can resist.
Luckily, I can end this state anyti I want.”
But Wen Wen didn’t do as he said and end the state.
Instead, with a flash, he pounced on one of the thugs, biting into his neck.
Mouthfuls of blood flowed into Wen Wen’s throat, swiftly rejuvenating him.
In just over a dozen seconds, the man’s body beca sowhat shriveled, and Wen Wen, with a look of disgust, wiped his mouth and got up off him.
“So this is the taste of blood, huh?
Fishy, salty, with a hint of rust…
Yet, there’s a strange, wonderful aroma here too, that’s totally irresistible.”
“Even though it’s just a filthy man, the taste is unexpectedly not bad.”
Now, only two of the thugs were left alive, along with Scarface, totaling three.
They trembled in despair as they watched Wen Wen, who seed like a demon.
“Don’t worry, I’m not so bloodthirsty demon, and you aren’t pretty little ladies.
Once I’ve satisfied my needs, I won’t drink your blood,” Wen Wen reassured the remaining three, giving them a little peace of mind—at least they could survive.
But soon they realized that Wen Wen’s words were simply hot air.
His eyes turned blood-red as he fixed his gaze on one of the thugs, whose eyes instantly beca dazed.
“Don’t you think that just being alive is a waste of air?” Wen Wen suggested hypnotically.
The thug muttered to himself, “I’m truly trash…
I deserve to die, deserve to die.”
Then, he drew a small knife and plunged it into his own throat!
Wen Wen’s facial muscles twitched for a mont before he finally burst into mans laughter.
“The full version of hypnosis can actually achieve this.
Not bad, not bad at all!”
The last thug and Scarface exchanged glances, realizing that Wen Wen had no intention of sparing them.
Pushed to the brink of despair, they made different choices: either rise in resistance or kneel and beg for rcy.
Scarface imdiately knelt on the ground, kowtowing non-stop to Wen Wen.
The other drew a small knife and charged at Wen Wen, roaring as he made one last desperate struggle.
“Ah, what a headache.
I’m not so demon; I don’t like killing the innocent,” Wen Wen said, catching the neck of the charging thug absent-mindedly and with a slight hint of annoyance.
The thug, who was grabbed, showed a glimr of hope for survival on his face.
If Wen Wen didn’t like killing the innocent, could they possibly be let go?
Crack…
Wen Wen twisted the neck of the man in his hands.
Scarface’s body trembled, but he just knelt on the ground, not daring to lift his head.
“Too bad, the Association knows that I have been captured by you, and my current condition is inconvenient for them to know, so…
I can’t let you go out and talk recklessly.”
“I won’t talk nonsense, please let go,” Scarface pleaded humbly.
“We’re not children, I won’t believe you just like that,” Wen Wen crouched in front of Scarface and licked his lips.
“Then, how do you want to prove it?” Scarface asked, his voice trembling.
“I’ll find you another job!”
“What job?” Scarface asked, shivering.
“Sothing a bit better than death.”
Wen Wen said with a smile, then twisted black iron chains erged from his hands, wrapping around Scarface and dragging him into the Sanctuary.
This ti, the Black Chains moved with a speed that at least an ordinary person couldn’t dodge!
Wen Wen had other plans for Scarface; he wanted him to beco a prison guard.
The prison guard, the lowest life form in the Catastrophe Containnt Facility, completely obedient to the will of the Catastrophe Prison Warden, with no right to resistance.
You could even call it a disposable commodity.
Originally Wen Wen had no plans to recruit prison guards, but Scarface was a good fit for the job.
Previously, when Wen Wen said he would find Scarface a beauty, he wasn’t just talking.
He planned to offer Scarface to Hu Youling!
After a series of operations, there was no living person left in the room besides Wen Wen.
Wen Wen deactivated that state, and looking at the ss around him, he rubbed his head with so annoyance.
“That state, though much better than losing control, is still not quite rational…
but it doesn’t matter.”
For Wen Wen, killing wasn’t sothing difficult to accept; what he couldn’t accept was killing people without any rationale in a frenzy.
So, even though he went on a killing spree in his vampire state, it was still sowhat acceptable.
Besides, although he orchestrated the kidnapping himself, he had no intention of letting those who tortured him go unpunished.
If he let them go, Wen Wen’s psyche might indeed beco troubled.
He touched his chin and went directly into the Sanctuary, finding Scarface who was standing dazed outside the cells of the Disaster Area.
As soon as Wen Wen appeared, he placed his hand on Scarface’s skull, black energy enveloping him.
After it dissipated, a black mark appeared on Scarface’s forehead—the mark of a Catastrophe prison guard.
“What…
what is this place?” Scarface kneeled on the ground, asking Wen Wen in shock.
The monsters in the cells completely shattered Scarface’s view of the world—Ghosts, a beauty who was a talking tree, bizarre insect people…
what were all these things…
“From now on, you are a prison guard of the Disaster Area, and your main duty is to take care of those monsters.”
Scarface muttered with a pale face: “Take care of them…”
“That’s right, take care of them, feed them on schedule, and satisfy their reasonable demands,” Wen Wen explained.
Wen Wen called over the only remaining Beauty Puppet and said:
“From now on, she will be your superior.”
“You can consult her about the specific work processes.
If you’re not satisfactory, I’ll toss you into cell five, and let that vixen serve you well.”
When Hu Youling heard this, her eyes lit up imdiately.
She dashed to the cell door, salivating as she stared at Scarface.
She hadn’t been close to a man for far too long.
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