Seeing the older man, he smiled and said, "I think I heard you gambling with soone just now, and you lost?"
The old gambler laughed awkwardly: "Just had an itch in my hands since I had nothing better to do..."
The three struck up a casual conversation.
It turned out that the old gambler had begun studying national studies initially to count cards.
He hadn’t told Brian the truth before.
In his youth, he was an inveterate gambler.
Later, because of this, he lost his family and lived a life of misery. In a fit of insanity, he retreated into the Taoist world and devoted all his energy to the study of I Ching and simple calculations...
His past was exposed.
The old gambler was sowhat embarrassed: "It’s been many years since I really gambled with money, I was just playing for fun, I never intended to make money off those pets. Who knew they were even more cunning than humans..."
...
The treatnt reagents at Brian’s place were naturally the best on the market.
As they chatted, more than half an hour passed.
With the help of Healing Liquid and Nutrient Liquid, Old White shed his damaged skin and flesh, replaced his damaged organs, and returned to normal.
Looking at the organs removed from the healing chamber, the old gambler was furious: "That maniac! Who knows where he’s from, but he’s way too domineering. I already said Old White wasn’t well and couldn’t entertain guests, but he insisted. If I refused, he’d force his way. He’s a lunatic!"
Old White: ... That description could easily be misunderstood...
He subconsciously touched his chin, only to realize his goatee was gone and could only say directly: "That man is a master from Los Angeles, a Third-Rank Life from the Adams family, and also the strongest mber of the NW organization, known as T-Rex. I heard he’s one of the Beastification People, not a regular enhancer. Must be so issue with his offspring’s breeding that brought him to ..."
Brian, standing by: ???
Turns out the maniac was his own father-in-law.
He mulled it over...
His father-in-law beats soone half to death, then his son-in-law saves the person, owing him two lives.
That... was truly marvelous!
It saved him a lot of trouble.
Luckily, although the process was complicated, the result was good.
Brian believed that once Old White and the Old Gambler learned of his relationship with Dean, they would understand.
After all, he did save Old White’s life.
If Old White knew Brian’s thoughts at the mont, he would undoubtedly echo the Old Gambler’s sentint: Good House!
...
Now that Old White had recovered, he should continue checking Brian’s body.
He purposely sent the Old Gambler away, simply saying that he wanted to discuss so private matters with Brian.
The Old Gambler wasn’t curious and simply left the basent, rolled up his sleeves, and prepared to seek revenge on Brian’s dog and bird and to indulge his card-playing addiction.
"You’re pretty good at keeping client confidentiality."
Brian complinted.
Old White said helplessly: "I’m not good at fighting, and there are mutants in the organization who are, but those types of mutants are much more likely to lose control. So I definitely need to have a good sense of service to avoid trouble. Alright, give your hand, and I’ll have a look."
"Okay."
Brian extended his hand, reminding him: "My situation is a bit complicated. If you feel sothing’s off, stop investigating imdiately."
He didn’t know how Old White examined soone’s condition.
But for safety, he still enveloped the basent with his Heart Domain.
In case of an accident...
He could pull Old White’s consciousness into his own Heart Domain to prevent contamination or mutation.
But Old White hadn’t thought that far.
Since Brian was part of Los Angeles’ official organization, he was likely an enhancer or a Beastification Person, and probably not a Mutant.
Under such circumstances, there shouldn’t be much of an impact on him.
So, facing Brian’s reminder, Old White just smiled and placed his hand on Brian’s wrist: "Don’t worry. Actually, I’m most afraid of Mutant clients, followed by very brutal Beastification People, as for enhancers..."
He suddenly stopped talking.
Old White’s eyes widened, as if sensing sothing incredible.
Seeing this, Brian quickly withdrew his hand: "What’s wrong, Old White?"
It couldn’t be.
He’d tumbled around with Susan so many tis, and she didn’t seem to have any issues!
Old White’s body trembled, his lips quivering, as if he was trying to say sothing.
But in the end, he didn’t get the chance to speak.
Because he dissolved.
Literally lted.
Old White’s entire form, like a snowman in high temperatures underground, began to lt from the top of his head. Hair fell out spontaneously, scattering on the floor, and his flesh disintegrated, slipping down so quickly Brian was caught off guard.
By the ti Brian realized what was happening, Old White’s eyeballs had turned into dark brown organic liquid...
As his physical body was about to completely collapse.
Brian finally heard the words Old White had mustered all his strength to say: "Blood Moon, I saw the Blood Moon!"
The next mont...
Splash~
Old White’s body completely collapsed, leaving nothing but a puddle of twisted, mutated blood and flesh on the ground.
Looking at the blood, with countless wriggling at buds that seed to want to reassemble into a body, Brian stood there dumbfounded.
His Heart Domain didn’t sense Old White’s consciousness!
Old White was dead.
...
"Dead?"
"How could you die!"
A few monts later, Brian ca to his senses.
Old White’s abilities certainly included sensory perception on the ntal level.
But still, sothing was wrong!
This definitely wasn’t his contamination!
His contamination couldn’t possibly be this extre!
The Blood Moon ntioned by Old White, was it referring to himself or sothing deeper?
Looking at the wriggling at buds on the floor, Brian’s face was a mix of light and shadow.
The situation felt like a clichéd drama where right before death, the victim reveals so half-understood information to the protagonist group, and before they could finish, they kick the bucket.
Could Brian tolerate this?
With a wave of his hand...
An invisible force enveloped a portion of Old White’s remains, devouring them.
Dead?
The at buds were still wriggling, indicating that Old White wasn’t completely dead.
Not completely dead ans not dead!
He wanted clear answers!
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