"Go ahead, these things aren't what we should be concerned about at the moment, all we have to do now is find each other before the vampires in A3 are far away."

Xia Xiu stretched out his hand and pressed the top hat on his head, his gaze fell on those children suffering from [Odd Hoof Disease], and his deep golden eyes flashed with a different kind of complex emotions.

He just glanced at it, and then urged a week to keep up with him.

Zhou Zhou glanced at the smiling children, then raised his steps to follow the back of the blonde youth in front of him.

"Where are we going next?" A week after following Xia Xiu's footsteps, he asked rhetorically.

"Go to the reserve at the A3 hub and our teammates stay there."

Xia Xiu continued to move towards the goal without hurrying while answering Zhou Zhou's questions, and Zhou saw that his conversation was not very interested, and he didn't say much, but chose to follow the other party honestly.

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A3 Hub Protected Area.

Within the hub, jurisdictional areas are generally divided according to different classes and types of work, and the disputed areas are classified as "XX Street", which belongs to the three regardless areas, that is, the kingdom of heaven is not under the jurisdiction of the regional government, and the hub political groups are not under the jurisdiction.

Therefore, the neighborhood is the territory of the gangsters, and the area formed by the vacuum of multiple blocks together is the reserve, which is the "breeding ground" where the gangsters collect protection money.

Most of the settlements in the reserve are sub-humans who suffer from [Odd Hoof] in Youyang, Grey people who suffer from [Ore Disease] in the Oretin Empire, or refugees from the Daevite Empire who suffer from [Gear Mechanization] and [Time Lag Disease], these poor worms are the most exploitative labor of the gangs, and they have a contemptuous name for [Pseudo-Humans] in the Hub.

In Terra's existing transcendent rules, [Pseudo-Human] has always been in an ambiguous confinement, and like the Veil, it's a topic that people don't think much about.

In the reserve, [pseudo-humans] need to pay a high protection fee, and if they can't afford it, they will be forcibly taken by the gangsters to mine [thaumaturgic stones] with high radiation distortion, and digging these will make [ore disease] worse. It should be noted that the various illnesses of [pseudo-humans] can be stacked, and often the more they are stacked, the faster they will die.

The ancient non-lineage forces that exist today are still highly dependent on [Thaumaturgical Stones] for their casting support, and they do not have the high-tech, transcendent technology of the lineage that can quickly extract EVE particles from the [Aether Ocean].

And now, there is a daily conflict in the reserve.

"It's only been three days since we paid the protection money before."

Creighton was trying his best to suppress his anger, his right hand tightly gripping the [Casting Staff] that the ancient method used to cast thaumaturgy, and the gray crystals on his face flashed madly as if they felt his anger.

In front of Creighton, there stood a group of gangsters wearing bone protective masks on their faces and holding crudely made [thaumaturgical riot guns] in their hands, led by a tall man, who was the person in charge of the protection money this time, Quinton, who was sneering at Creighton in a slow tone:

"Dear Creighton Sr., I know that you [dummies] with crystals on your body have a high thaumaturgical ability, basically every ore dummy has the ability to release [surveyors], and I also know that you have formed a pseudo-human protection society."

"But, the neighborhood doesn't admit it!"

"Hahaha, I know you're angry, but you're also thinking about it from our point of view.

Here in A3, there are not only the biological research companies of the Addison Federation, the ambassadors of the central regional government, the military spies and merchants of the Oretin Empire, the churches of the Daevite Empire, etc., but also all kinds of ancient law forces. In this kind of coastal hub, the Heavenly Kingdom will not even send troops to station, after all, when they signed the [One Hub, Two Systems], they promised not to interfere in the development of the hub for 500 years. ”

"Originally, the protection fee you paid was indeed enough, but recently A3 came here with a big man, this big man is the person in charge of [Son of Seth], and [Son of Seth] is the property of one of the thirteen clans of the blood clan, this big man's wrist and strength are indeed qualified, she came to A3 and wanted to cut a piece of meat, even if the big guys in other regions didn't want to give it, there was no way."

The more Creighton listened, the more angry he felt, and at the same time he felt a deep sadness that they poor creatures were the "food" that could be cut at will on the plates of these big people.

“···· This time, how much. ”

Reason triumphed over anger after all, and a hint of despondency flashed across Creighton's vicissitudes of life, and he could only succumb to these scumbags again.

"Three thousand, only a high-purity [thaumaturgic stone] of the standard scale of three thousand can satisfy this adult's appetite." The tall leader stretched out his right hand and slowly spread his five fingers towards Creighton.

Hearing this number, Creighton silently calculated in his heart the inventory of various patients in the reserve, and if three thousand yuan was evenly distributed from it, it would still be enough.

"Yes, if you have 3,000 a year·····"

"No, no, no, what that lord wants is not three thousand a year, but three thousand a month." Quinton replied as he wagged his index finger and looked playfully at Creighton.

"Three thousand [thaumaturgical stones] a month!?" Creighton looked at the tall leader in disbelief.

"Crazy!"

"No other group dares to charge three thousand a month, how dare this new vampire ·····"

Just as Creighton was furious again, Quinton interrupted him again.

"Old Creighton, be cautious in your words and deeds, you have to call her a blood descendant, and the reason why you charge such a high protection fee is because you people cannot become blood animals, and cannot provide them with long-term flesh and blood support, so this lord intends to increase the amount of protection money to make up for his own losses.

This does sound a bit strange, why is that adult not able to collect blood animals to increase the collection of protection money?

This is, of course, because she is from the [Secret Alliance], and in the [Secret Alliance] of the Thirteen Clans and other hubs, if their region is unable to collect blood animals, then the region must provide them with other resources to compensate for this. Of course, not all regions have signed this agreement, after all, this agreement does have a bit of a disgrace, and it is very unfortunate that A3 happened to have signed an agreement with the [secret alliance]. ”

Quinton's slow words fell on Creighton's ears like a drop of hot oil on a raging fire, and Creighton's right hand in [Spellcaster] jumped violently, his eyes looking like a terrifying beast trying to devour them.

When the nearby gang members saw Creighton with this appearance, they all raised their [thaumaturgical riot guns] to aim at each other, as long as Creighton dared to make a move, the surrounding gang members would immediately pull the trigger, and Creighton would be immediately beaten into a hornet's nest.

At this moment, the situation has become full of gunpowder.

Quinton tightened his grip on the [Thaumaturgical Riot Gun], which was much more elaborate than the rest of the gangsters, and to be honest, he was also intimidated by the new man's appetite when he received the collection instructions from above, and he also expected that such a charge would be met with resistance.

But revolts in protected areas are a regular occurrence, and such revolts often lead to bloodier repression.

The Hub is different from the anomalous community groups that exist on the surface, and the anomalous community groups are essentially different from the Hub.

The anomalous community group is a contradiction between the anomalous lineage and the normal lineage about the veil, and the bloody bloodshed caused by these contradictions is not openly borne by any force, such as the [bloodshed in the Linden Block].

The [Hub] is different, as long as it belongs to the [Hub], no matter how drastic the means, as long as it does not affect the present world, other forces, including the Heavenly Kingdom, will not interfere.

"Old Creighton, resistance only leads to death, and more resistance only leads to more death."

"A spark can't start a prairie fire."

Quinton speaks in an icy tone of brutal reality, in the transcendent world where power is attributed to the individual, a spark cannot be ignited.

Creighton slowly moved the EVE particles in his body towards [Spellcast], gray crystals wriggling on his surface like parasites, those gray ore crystals pricked his nerves under the skin, making him almost unbearable pain, and his nails were gradually replaced by this mysterious ore substance, becoming as hard as steel, and even able to cut through hard objects.

"Death is not an excuse for you to exploit us at will—"

Creighton wasn't going to hold back, even if it would lead to death, even if it would kill more of the infected.

He came from the Oretin Empire in the Far East, he was a stowaway, and the natural disasters in the Far East were so frequent that he was only a part of the thousands of suffering people who could not live with the Celestials [Mobile City], so he chose to smuggle to Youyang, to this Union country protected by the Veil.

He had seen from afar one of the Thirteen Heroes of the Celestial Order stationed on the border between Oletin and Youyang, and that was an amiable man who did not discriminate against them as greys, but always came to their aid, and was not a monster in human appearance as the Imperial textbooks say.

He also smuggled himself to the first country, Fran, where he participated in a strike, holding banners along with those who were on strike and scolding the incompetence of the regional government, initially out of curiosity and fun, but the more he learned about it, the more he was influenced by the people there.

The more he went through it, the more he understood that sometimes, even in the face of a mortal situation, he couldn't retreat, and if he took a step back, if he wanted to stand and speak again, he would need to pay a hundredfold, a thousand times more than before.

If you retreat, you must kneel, and kneeling means that the other party can take what you want.

"It seems that you have chosen an outcome that will not be too satisfying for either side."

A hint of coldness flashed in his dark eyes behind Quinton's mask, and he directly raised the [Thaumaturgical Riot Gun] in his hand, and then pulled the trigger, and the other gang members followed suit. On the other side, Creighton's thaumaturgy was also brewing, and a huge fireball blasted directly in the direction where Quinton was.

Boom –

Bang bang –

The explosion of fireballs and the sound of machine gun fire rang out simultaneously in the narrow tin alley.

"Ahem, ahem—"

Quinton, who activated the protective shield that came with the protective suit, slowly stood up from the smoke, and the other gangsters standing with him were directly blown to charred corpses, this kind of armor with its own protective shield is only available to the middle and upper echelons of gangsters like him, and the other minions are dead and dead.

Quinton looked at the shield display strip with a 78% breakage rate, and when he raised his head and looked ahead with cloudy eyes, the pupils behind the mask couldn't help but shrink violently.

In front, Creighton, who should have been shot indiscriminately, was standing unharmed at this time, and in front of Creighton was a huge circular mirror, which was rebounded by the attack just now, and under the mirror, there was a subhuman race.

The other party was of short stature, about the height of an ordinary ten-year-old child, and was a little boy. His hair was dark in the middle of the night, messily curled, messy and lively that shimmered slightly in the sun.

A pair of fox ears poked out of the messy hair, and the tips of the ears shimmered with a pale golden light, as if catching the starlight.

The young gentleman was dressed in a modern style, a loose khaki sweatshirt and a pair of dark blue denim shorts underneath, revealing his fair calves, a pair of simple canvas shoes on his feet, and a white foxtail poking out of the back of the sweatshirt and swaying gently with his movements.

"Underground skeleton debris, your mother didn't tell you to curl up for me when you were a guest at someone's house, honestly, don't you have a mother?" Turce Colbert looked at Quinton ahead with a trashy look.

As soon as the young Zhengtai opened his mouth, he directly broke his cute image, and in the face of this Zhengtai's question, Quinton could only answer with a dry smile:

"It turned out to be Lord [in the mirror], you have to be considerate of us, we just served the above words, we are just workers, everyone wants to eat..."

"You embezzled the balance of the protection money for four streets behind your back, and you bought three mansions in the present-day Oslo area, each with a mistress, and your favorite position is a female ·······"

"I'll leave here with the rest of !! now." Quinton interrupted Tours with a shrill voice.

Quinton had already heard rumors of the [Man in the Mirror], who was known as the protector of the reserve, and was rumored to be a [Juggernaut] with a strange disease, who had the ability to read people's hearts, and he had started many gang fights and guarded the reserve.

Quinton knew today that the rumors were not false, and the reason why he left so simply was because he knew that if he stayed here, everyone would die, and he would become a victim of the struggle between [the man in the mirror] and the blood clan, so he decisively chose to retreat.

As for the mission, he had already given the notice, and what happened after that was not something he could meddle in.

Soon, Quinton left with his surviving men, while Turce stared at them coldly, and it was not until they left that he retracted his cold gaze and turned to Creighton with concern.

"Creighton, how are you?"

"Ahem, cough cough, I'm fine, releasing a thaumaturgy won't exacerbate the invasion of the virus, I'm already a terminal patient, if you hadn't been providing special medicine, I would have died a long time ago." Creighton replied coughing.

"You go and get some rest first, and I'll talk to the new vampire about the tax increase." Turce patted Creighton on the back and said softly.

"Ahem, Tours, it's actually you who you should be worried about."

Old Creighton didn't pay attention to Tours' words, but instead looked up and down at the old man in front of him.

"In the past, you and I were the same age; And now, you're a child. ”

"Your abilities don't come without a price, and I'm afraid that one day you'll become a babbling baby."

Turce was silent for a moment, then he looked up at Creighton and replied.

"Don't care about me, you half-cut old guy, I've always kept my youth now, how many people can't envy me, you better pay more attention to yourself, don't be so osteoporotic that you can't stand up one day."

"Harm~"

Seeing that Tours deliberately changed the subject, Creighton didn't say anything more.