Chapter 403: Chapter 387 Main Course
Six so-called “Blood Slaves”, though much stronger than ordinary humans, were ultimately just low-level Transcendents. After a single glance, they all fell under Tang Qi’s control.
Tang Qi took out a bottle of Light Secret dicine for healing from his belly full of Gluttony and tossed it to the six Blood Slaves, instructing them to help the dying young man up and administer the Secret dicine to revive him.
anwhile, he recalled the “Shepherd Sect Incident” that happened back in sser City.
Andre Poli!
Hound Corps!
And that mysterious… Mr. Leckter!
Both Tang Qi’s original body and his Second Body were involved in that incident.
Even at the end, Tang Qi obtained an “Ancestor Fruit” from Andre Poli.
Even now, that fruit still counts as a high-level wonder.
Tang Qi plans to invite Selma to serve as a professor at the school, with one of the baits being that fruit.
Originally, his Second Body personally killed more than half of the Hound Corps, including two Black and White Hounds. Later, he received news that the “Goliya Pharmaceutical Company” being watched by the FBI had eventually been besieged.
The entire sect was almost completely annihilated, but Mr. Leckter, as their leader, successfully escaped.
Tang Qi originally thought that after encountering such misfortune, even if the sect were to revive, it would choose a low-profile approach and require a long period of ti.
However, he did not expect them to make a coback so soon.
Of course, it’s also possible that another power obtained the Ancestor’s Flower and thereby developed the Angel Potion.
But that probability is very low.
“The source of the Ancestor Flower has always been exclusively in the hands of Leckter. To evolve the Evil Flower Potion into the Angel Potion would definitely require a large amount of raw materials for experints. Besides Leckter, I’m afraid no one else could achieve this.”
“Also, this cannibalistic quirk.”
Tang Qi’s eyebrows furrowed slightly; he also heard what the Big Man had whispered into the young man’s ear.
Though, that Big Man was lying.
The young man’s sister was temporarily fine.
However, she was rely being kept enclosed, along with other “at providers.”
The young man was also lying; he had no so-called evidence.
Under the Red state, several Big n completely beca Tang Qi’s puppets.
A bottle of Light Secret dicine is enough to revive a severely injured Transcendent, and naturally, it poses no problem for a dying ordinary human.
However, unlike Transcendents, this young man would not actively digest the Secret dicine.
So, he has only been healed by the Holy Light, but will not be able to wake up imdiately.
Tang Qi does not intend to play a babysitter role, initially leaving a subconscious instruction to “go ho after waking up” in his mind, and then also giving the several Big n a command to commit suicide as soon as the young man wakes up.
At this point, he turned to the leader of the Big n.
“Hoo.”
The figures of the two vanished from the spot.
…
On the outskirts of the Main City, a bar with a strong Exotic Realm ambiance was closing early. Kicked out patrons, judging by their skin color and facial features, seed to all co from the sa region, characterized by their tall stature and abundant hair.
They also liked to drink a lot.
In other places, being kicked out so roughly would have already caused anger among the patrons.
But here, both n and won leave obediently, with occasionally drunk patrons about to go mad being firmly held and strenuously carried away by their friends.
Everyone in this region knows that the owner of the bar is a rising gang leader in Secret Phoenix City.
Worsman!
Of all the many gangs in the Main City area, recently the most eye-catching one, leader of the Bloody Giant Gang.
Their symbol is a giant devouring a baby.
Just like that ferocious tattoo, their style is filled with barbaric, blood-thirsty flavor.
They rose from the poorest neighborhood and have now directly taken over the outskirts of the Main City area; everyone knows that they are just one step away from joining the upper class of Secret Phoenix City, an unprecedented disgusting and crazy gang.
As their leader, Worsman has already begun preparations.
Tonight, is his thirteenth “etiquette class.”
The main focus is upper class dining etiquette.
Originally, this kind of etiquette should be learned in a five-star Western restaurant, but Worsman loves his bar very much, so he specially hired a teacher to teach inside the bar.
At this mont, the cleared central space of the bar.
In front of a long, refined table, a tall man dressed in a specially tailored suit, with a pristine white napkin tied around his front, sits ramrod straight in a high-backed chair. His hair is very abundant but trimd exceptionally neat, and he has applied the best quality hair styling pomade.
At his side stands a specially invited teacher.
Only this teacher, from the Anglo State, at this mont, dares not directly look into his “student’s” eyes.
Those eyes, that seem ready to devour others at any mont.
Inside them, there is almost no existence of normal human emotions, only tyranny, coldness, and hidden madness.
“Let’s begin!”
“First, I need to select tonight’s main course!”
A hoarse voice with a certain magnetism rose inside the bar.
Imdiately, a tall figure closest to Worsman turned his head to give a sign.
Quick footsteps, heavy and unyielding, advanced from behind.
Those were a dozen tall n, each nearly two ters in height, but they all looked like dwarfs compared to the seated Worsman.
The first “dwarf” among them, after receiving permission, slowly stepped forward extrely cautiously, with both hands cradling a fragrant item wrapped in a white cloth, gently placing it on the long table, then softly unwrapping it.
“Sigh~”
Inside the bar, the old gentlen schoolteacher’s breathing quickened once again.
It was the thirteenth ti, yet he still couldn’t adapt to the scene before his eyes.
Lying on the table was a delicate blonde girl, completely naked, thoroughly cleaned, with so oil sared over her body, which made her emit a tempting scent and seed to be the reason for her stiff, immobile state.
Yes, she was still alive, and she could even open her eyes.
Gazing as the man, who could be called a “giant,” a demon-like figure saw her, then slowly stood up, his cold eyes nearly blazing with light, a greedy lustre overtly surveying every part of her, occasionally stretching out a hand to massage, knead, as if he were a quirky chef who conversed with his ingredients before cooking.
In fact, it was indeed the case.
In this area, so well-inford people knew that the leader of the Bloody Giant Gang, Worsman, was an exceptional chef.
It was said that he lured his first batch of followers with barbeque.
And the first opponent he killed was turned into barbeque, serving many more followers.
No normal person, after being treated in such a way, could remain calm, even if they were rendered stiff.
A tear ford reluctantly in the corner of the girl’s eyes, then trickled down.
This scene imdiately infuriated Worsman.
“No!”
“You cannot cry, ah, my ingredient, my main dish tonight, you damned bitch, you’ve ruined it.”
Amid his roaring, the nearly three-ter-tall, demon-like Worsman instantly appeared at the side of the long table, his enormous hand moving through the air towards the girl’s head.
Seeing this, the old gentleman teacher instinctively closed his eyes.
Still thirteen tis, he still dared not watch.
Every ti during the “main course selection” process, there would always be an incident where the ingredients infuriated the chef, maybe due to looks, figure, or the effects of the drugs wearing off, causing the ingredients to make an unwanted move.
Most of the ti, the fate of the ingredients wasn’t good.
However, the fate after being selected was even worse.
Just as the tragedy was about to occur, suddenly a “whif” was heard, the old gentleman teacher abruptly felt a warm breath, but at that mont, he felt as though he was thrown into the mouth of a monster, his hair standing on end, his whole body trembling.
He mustered his courage, opened his eyes, and his heart nearly stopped.
Worsman, close by, was looking at him.
anwhile his giant hand stopped over the girl’s face, gently wiping the tear away, then while looking at the etiquette teacher, he smiled and said, “Mr. Fels, why so nervous, how about using her as the main course tonight?”
“Ah, I rember, Mr. Fels has already taught thirteen lessons, must be tough.”
“As a reward, I decided to invite you to dine with
tonight, and you get to pick this ti’s main dish.”
“Thump~thump thump thump”
Just as his heart nearly stopped, it began wildly beating again.
Of course, not out of excitent.
It was fear, extre fear.
He was just a regular dining etiquette teacher, why should he face such misfortune?
Teaching a gang leader was already a huge challenge.
Yet, he was teaching a demon.
Fels dared not refuse, nor could he agree.
But he knew, he might only have the option to agree.
Should he refuse, his whole family would face death, and the situation of the girls used as ingredients wouldn’t change.
In agreeing, Fels dared not continue the thought.
“I~I…”
The old gentleman, at this mont, forgot all etiquette; he desperately swallowed, unable to utter even a word.
As Worsman’s smile at the corner of his mouth slowly disappeared, it seed sothing terrifying was about to happen.
Footsteps arose in the bar again.
“Strange footsteps!”
Worsman’s smile completely disappeared, a violent murderous intent and madness were about to break loose.
He was not a Fool; thus, he knew clearly.
Inside this bar, the appearance of strange footsteps without anyone’s announcent only ant one thing.
“It looks like I have a guest.”
Worsman slowly turned around, looking toward the bar entrance which was now opened by a seemingly frail figure holding a suitcase, walking in.
“Sigh”
The mont Tang Qi appeared with his face visible, Fels imdiately felt it.
Worsman’s breathing suddenly intensified.
For the first ti, Fels directly stared into the demon-like man’s eyes.
It was also the first ti, inside them, he saw what should never be there… a solemn expression.
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