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??Chapter 346: 207 Anyway, I’m not picky about food (4000)_2

Chapter 346: 207 Anyway, I’m not picky about food (4000)_2

In front of their field of view was a large circle of white enclosure walls.

The wall extended to both sides, with so slightly reflective things embedded on it. They didn’t know if those were nails or sothing similar.

Inside the whole town, there was another enclosure wall.

This area was probably a branch of the Black chanism.

The three of them got out of the sedan. At the gate not far away, a group of people quickly walked towards them. There were about five or six people, all wearing the sa black suits, with a brass-colored badge the size of half a palm on their left chest.

An inverted sword, a hand entwined with thorns holding the sword was almost identical to Amos’s badge, except there were not any additional letters symbol on it.

Instead, there were two stars.

According to what Franz had said, Amos was the third trump card being cultivated by the Black chanism and certainly had so sort of uniqueness.

As expected.

Upon seeing Amos’s badge, a middle-aged man in the front imdiately stopped in his tracks and offered a special salute.

He placed his right hand on his left shoulder, then on his right shoulder. It was only at the end that he held it up obliquely at his temple as normal.

This must be a kind of salute from a lower rank to a higher rank within the Black chanism. They wondered if the military also carried out such a ritual.

In the face of the man’s salute, Amos nodded.

At his side, Franz also showed his own badge that he had stored on his person. Its overall shape was basically the sa as Amos’s, except it was adorned with four stars, not letters.

Upon seeing the badge, the man imdiately offered another salute.

The significance of these stars was the internal rank of the Black chanism. From one star to five stars represented the strict hierarchical levels. Five stars were for the Chief Inspector of the Black chanism. Four stars were for two deputy inspectors and stewards of equal rank. Three stars were for heads of particularly important county branches. Two stars were for heads of most county branches. One star represented the elite backbone.

Especially sharp commissioners or individuals with supernatural power. Ordinary mbers of the chanism didn’t even qualify to add stars.

After the salute, the middle-aged man once again looked towards Casio, as if waiting for him to take out his badge as well.

“Branch Chief Olay, this is the new friend of the Black chanism I ntioned in our phone call,” said the old steward, Franz.

The middle-aged man, Olay, nodded his head, but he still said with a sowhat serious expression: “Mr. Franz, we must still follow the rules. Recently, a mysterious dark creature has been trying to investigate the North Flow Country’s branch…”

“So commissioners have been killed and the danger level of the branch has increased to level three. We need to ensure that anyone who enters or exits does not carry the aura of a dark creature, to ensure the safety of the branch.”

Olay seems to be a sowhat rigid man, even lacking intuition. After all, both the forr and current stewards of the Black chanism were present. How could Casio possibly be a dark creature? Even if he were, Grim Reaper Amos could easily handle it.

But he is a man who strictly follows his duty. Whatever the rules are, Olay always follows them, which is certainly admirable.

Otherwise.

Franz would not say that he is a capable person.

Of course, the reason why Olay has served as the branch chief of the Black chanism for many years without having been promoted back to headquarters absolutely had sothing to do with it.

At his side, Amos looked sowhat annoyed. His mind seed to operate in a young boy’s way when his body took this form. He was fairly arrogant and quick to anger. Otherwise, Franz, the retired old steward, would not have continued to be his assistant. This ability of Amos to switch body forms seed rather strange and curious.

“I don’t mind.”

Casio responded to the previous words of Branch Chief Olay.

He didn’t carry the aura of a dark creature. The separate circulatory system ford by the Demon Idol’s Secret Martial Art was simply an abnormal mutation of organs grown by the human body.

Although they were inhuman, they weren’t transford by darkness.

Casio really had nothing to worry about.

Imdiately, they moved towards the gate. There were professionals there ready to draw Casio’s blood for testing on the spot.

But it was quite awkward.

Casio had already cooperated well, but the special needle could not penetrate his skin. The scientist wearing the white lab coat tried several tis in vain.

“That’s not right. His skin is clearly so tender… why can’t I pierce through it at all?” The woman was sweating profusely.

“Stand back, let

do it!”

A burly man in a white coat ca over.

He promptly took the syringe from the woman’s hand.

He looked at Casio: “I apologize, sir. I may have to use more force; if I can’t pierce your skin, I won’t be able to draw blood.”

Casio responded with a nod, his face expressionless.

The burly man drew a deep breath, then jabbed down forcefully.

With a squeaky sound, the needle bent.

“Damn…”

The burly man looked at the useless syringe in his hand, speechless.

Casio was equally silent.

The hardening and strengthening of his skin were happening more quickly than he had imagined. It was fragile as a newborn’s in the morning, yet by midday it had grown remarkably tough. Now it was afternoon.

It seed to have toughened by at least fifty percent more compared to when he was fighting Amos at noon; it was no wonder that such a needle couldn’t penetrate.

“This is already the hardest specially made needle…” The burly man in a white coat looked at Branch Chief Olay with a helpless expression.

Olay opened his mouth, but didn’t know what to say.

However, Casio turned to look at Amos beside him, and Amos got his point. Amos’s right index finger flicked out, and a tal thread with a speed comparable to a bullet’s whipped out.

With a tiny ding, it accurately nailed Casio’s right arm.

Suddenly, a little fresh blood slid down from the wound. Very striking on the snow-white skin, it eventually dripped onto a receptacle from the tip of his finger. Soon, the specially designed receptacle calculated the results.

No trace of any dark creature’s aura, pure human.

By the ti Casio got up again, the small wound had already healed. Amos, who was beside him, looked at Casio thoughtfully, feeling that his skin had beco thicker.

There was a sense of rawness with the penetrating power of Gale Silk.

Although it could still perforate, it wasn’t as smooth as before. Amos twirled his fingers, and an incredibly fine, highly resilient special thread spiraled back onto his glove.

“Gentlen, please co in.”

Olay gestured respectfully by the door.

They naturally walked into the area inside the white wall. The architectural style inside was similar to that of a base, with straight roads and grey flat-roofed buildings. Besides the occasional adornnt of flower bed plants on both sides, it was basically all shades of grey.

At the intersection, patrols were visible every now and then.

Five minutes later, they passed the tallest building, a five-story spire-like structure. Only Casio and his group, plus Branch Chief Olay, continued to move deeper into the compound, the buildings therein becoming fewer and further apart.

Right until they make a turn.

There appeared a round structure resembling a bunker.

Surrounding this structure was a plaza, occupying a large area, arranged in a spiral pattern. The plaza was barren, with no obstructions, and encircled by an empty swath of land spanning several tens of ters.

This was evidently designed to keep anyone from approaching the cage, or from conspicuously noticing if anyone managed to escape the cage.

Correct, each black chanism’s place for incarcerating dark creatures was called a “Cage”, each having an underground component.

Or rather, the main section was underground.

The leading Olay turned his head and said: “This branch’s cage currently incarcerates twelve dark creatures, two of which are of the parasitic type and coexist with humans. One is still under research in the laboratory. The remaining nine exhibit no particular qualities.”

“May I ask which one Mr. Li Wei would like to choose first?”

He reached his hand into his pocket and took out a booklet, presumably docunts pertaining to the incarceration conditions of the North Flow Country Branch’s Cage.

Casio shook his head: “Anyway will do, you choose one.”

After he said that, he mumbled to himself.

“Afterall, I’m not one to pick and choose…”