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Butch is crazy.

After enduring tremendous psychological pressure and experiencing ups and downs like riding a roller coaster, his remaining rationality was finally completely destroyed by fear.

All that remains is a shell filled with madness.

"Don't kill me. I was wrong."

The strong black man murmured and growled at other times.

"Monster! Hahaha! Monster!"

"I repent! I shouldn't have killed someone, I shouldn't have joined the black blood gang, I shouldn't have brought the little boy from the ghetto back to his room"

One second he was still laughing wildly, and the next second he was crying bitterly.

An Le thought that Butch was pretending to be crazy at first, but when he looked closely at his pupils, there was nothing but chaos.

He shook his head helplessly, thinking.

'The mental capacity of today's young people is getting worse and worse. Why are they crazy? '

‘It’s still less training! '

An Le suddenly thought of something.

It is now known that "sanity" is what maintains reason.

According to the rules of some running group games, when the sanity is too low, it will go crazy or deformed.

So "filthy sanity" seems to be the opposite of "sanity"?

--"confusion?"

And since the "filthy sanity" can be extracted from the foul blood beast, can it be "extracted" like the crazy Butch now?

An Le just thought about it with the attitude of making the best use of everything.

Anyway, this person is going to die, so it's better to squeeze out the remaining value and use it as his stepping stone.

It's a pity that even though An Le thought so, there was no tentacles sticking out from her side.

It seems that they are quite picky about the source of "filthy sanity"?

"Mr. An."

At this time, a hoarse greeting came from the exit of the alley.

"Nice to meet you."

Ross, who was wearing a black robe, faced An Le.

His attitude was not as if he was tense when facing the enemy, nor was he panicked like Butch and others, but just communicated on an equal footing.

Even An Le could sense that he still had some kindness?

Long before entering this urban area, An Le discovered the existence of Ross.

Compared with other black blood gangsters, the special smell of blood, like the blood of a foul blood beast, is like daffodils on the edge of a cesspit, which cannot be ignored.

In fact.

An Le once regarded him as a very dangerous enemy, at least the most threatening one among this group of people.

But before, Ross took the initiative to leave Butch's side, creating an excellent opportunity for An Le.

If he was also in the crowd, whether An Le could have won so easily is another matter.

What's even more weird is that An Le learned through opening the [Blood Fighting Technique] like a clairvoyance--

The other party was clearly hiding not far away, and did not stay away.

He has always been watching the actions of wanting to come to Anle, but he didn't intend to make a move, and just watched Butch and the others die with a cold eye.

He probably has other plans.

Therefore, An Le was not surprised by Ross' sudden behavior.

"We... shouldn't be very familiar with each other, right?"

An Le smiled shyly, showing two rows of white teeth, like a pure white and harmless little sheep.

"Are you trying to kill me and avenge your companion?"

"How could this be?"

Ross shook his head, his tone becoming more gentle.

"We are both descendants of the Holy Blood, so we should love each other like parents and brothers. It's just a few blood-eating animals, so what does it matter?"

An Le: "Holy blood?"

To be honest, Ross's attitude is now extremely gentle, or too gentle!

Like the elders in the family, they care about the marriage issues of the younger generation at the New Year's Eve dinner.

"I don't know which adult gave you the first hug, but he didn't even pass on these basic knowledge to you."

Ross complained a little, but slowly took off the red and black mask.

Beneath the mask was a grotesque face.

Thick blood vessels are creeping vertically and horizontally on the skin; the bridge of the nose, mouth, and ears are all cracked; something can be vaguely seen swimming under the skin——

Putting these aside, the most eye-catching thing is the eyes in the middle of his face.

Not "one-eyed" who lost one eye, but "one-eyed" like a Cyclops.

'One-eyed people? '

Since demihumans exist, it is reasonable to have such an alternative race.

It's just that An Le is sure that the "holy blood" in Ross's mouth does not refer to this, but

The magnificent blood in the pupils.

It is similar to the state when An Le casts [Blood Fighting Technique].

Connecting these pieces of information, An Le quickly guessed the truth—the so-called "holy blood" might be the existence of "vampire" and "blood race" in the previous world.

The reason why Ross regards him as the same kind is naturally because of [Blood Fighting Technique].

"Now, you should be able to understand, we are the same kind, right?"

Ross continued, and stretched out a hand towards An Le.

"Using the lives of these wastes in exchange for a fellow clan, the gang leader and deputy gang leader will be very happy."

"Helper?"

An Le quickly thought of the name "Black Blood Gang". Even though it was vulgar, it seemed to show that it was inseparable from "blood".

Ross nodded: "Yes, that's what you think."

"The Black Blood Gang was created by us Holy Blood."

An Le was silent for a moment, but she was thinking in her heart.

This is too.

Is it rotten?

Although this thought might be impolite, An Le felt that this evaluation was quite pertinent.

He keeps talking about "holy blood" and regards others as "blood eaters" and "ants". His vision is so high that he turns out to be just a low-level gang in the slums of Yuechong City?

That's it?

That's it? ? ?

It's hard not to feel ridiculous for An Le.

Of course, the greater possibility is that Ross and the others are just the bottom of the holy blood, and the real holy blood may be really high.

"Come to our side—"

Instead of realizing An Le's weird mood, Ross continued to talk and reached out to him.

"Together we can achieve greatness."

Not to mention An Le's absurd mood, like the big pie drawn by Ross, compared to the beautiful words that companies on earth say when recruiting, it is more than one grade behind.

‘We will give you a better platform for advancement. Although the team is relatively young, it also means that there is greater room for advancement! The initial work may be difficult, but it can help you find the right position, develop diversified development, and grow rapidly! '

——You don’t even know how to say such things, and you still want me to work for you?

An Le shook her head, feeling sorry for Ross's recruitment level.

If you let him do it, you can definitely do better!

After seemingly deliberating, but actually thinking about some other strange things at all, An Le spoke.

"You said everything very well."

"But, I refuse!"

"That's it"

Ross withdrew his hand, and there was no look of disappointment on that grotesque face.

"In that case, then"

An Le's whole body was tense, [Boiling Blood] slowly drove to the maximum power, and clenched the crowbar in his hand.

He is ready to fight.

"I will take my leave first."

Ross bowed slightly, put on the mask again, and turned to leave.

"An Le, one last piece of advice for you—"

"Be careful with your dean."

"He's an out-and-out monster."

His back disappeared into the alley, only his hoarse voice was heard amidst the sound of rain.