Murderer, Don't Run!

The "Sobering Potion" has a mild effect on ordinary people, and the side effects are similar to a hangover, such as a slight headache and lethargy.

Old Man Tuster's physical condition simply doesn't allow for much stimulation, and this medicine can only be used as an emergency.

But it is definitely not the dosage of taking two doses in a short period of time. The severe side effects of overdose can cause even a healthy Transcendent to have headaches for several nights.

The old man suddenly fainted; in fact, he already had one foot in the coffin.

It was also good luck to have a doctor like Rein who could perform "Gang Line" micro-management by his side.

Tuster's blood vessels are severely blocked, and strenuous exercise could cause blood clots to break off, posing a life-threatening risk at any time. The world's medical community has not yet developed the technology to instantly clear blocked blood vessels.

Aside from a few Transcendent abilities like "Gang Line".

In other words, even with Senior Doctor present, the old man would most likely not have survived if Rein hadn't been there.

Finally, after 15 minutes of emergency treatment...

Rein breathed a sigh of relief.

The old man's heart rate stabilized, and he was spared a second chance at life.

Karl stared nervously for a long time, and only dared to ask in a low voice after seeing that Rein had stopped the treatment, "Brother Rein, how is my grandfather?"

Rein's expression turned slightly grave as he said, "The side effects of the 'Sobering Potion' and the coma caused by overwork have temporarily brought me out of danger. But I estimate it will take a long time to recover to my previous state."

That's a rather conservative statement.

Even without the side effects of the medication, Tuster's physical condition will deteriorate day by day.

"Call"

Hearing this, Karl finally breathed a sigh of relief and muttered to himself, "It's good that Grandpa is alright."

He turned to look at Rein: "Thank you, Brother Rein."

Rein shook his head. "Grandpa Tuster took the medicine to help me break through. If anyone should say something, it's me who should thank him."

He paused for a moment, then said, "Let's get Grandpa Tuster out of this machine first. He should rest properly."

Karl nodded. "Oh."

He seemed quite adept at taking care of his grandfather, skillfully unlocking several metal latches before removing the octopus-shaped Mechanical Arm from the old man's back and leaving it in the combat mech's control room.

Then, he carefully carried the thin, frail old man off his armor.

Light and airy, like a puppet.

Without the threat of total annihilation from the "Beast Tide" siege, there is naturally no need to break through.

The hunters who had rushed out gradually returned to the city.

"We survived?"

It seems so.

"Hahaha, I survived! I'm rich!"

In the chaotic ground base, the hunters were momentarily bewildered, then their faces lit up with the ecstatic joy of surviving a disaster!

Everywhere there were joyous celebrations and hysterical outbursts.

Everyone felt that this victory was inexplicable.

But in the end, he survived.

The hunters also began to clean up the battlefield.

After the heavy rain, the fog dissipated, and a rare day of clear weather with excellent visibility arrived.

Blue clouds drifted across the sky, and the dawn's light spilled across the earth; before we knew it, it was already daylight.

Of the 60,000 to 70,000 people in the "Plague Base," it is estimated that less than 10,000 survived.

Half of the wealthy and powerful in the Mechanical City survived, while ninety percent of the hunters perished. This is the difference between having the protection of the Mechanical City and not having Mechanical City.

Rein and Karl didn't bother cleaning up the battlefield, which was full of treasures. They only collected the corpses of a few High-tier Demonic Beast that the old man had killed and left them in the tent.

Karl cooked a pot of hot soup.

Tuster regained consciousness after being fed some hot soup.

The old man was quite surprised to see that he was still alive, but then a carefree smile appeared on his face, as if he were saying, "Every extra day I live is a bonus."

It was a bit chilly in the camp after the downpour, so Rein took a sip of hot soup to warm himself up.

Karl also served Bazel, who was sitting in the tent, a bowl of soup, and said timidly, "Mr. Bazel, would you like some hot soup too?"

The "Top Ten Legendary Demon Hunters" are like top celebrities from a previous life; they are legendary superstars that almost every young person in this world dreams of meeting.

Ever since hearing about the assassination attempt in City of Radiance, this junior mechanic had long wanted to meet this legendary figure.

Now that he knew this somewhat ugly but not so fierce burly man was the legend, Karl naturally became a little cautious.

"Thanks."

Bazel took the soup bowl and, unusually, thanked him.

Rein was slightly surprised, but he knew that the weak rarely caught the eye of this legend. This was both a thank you and an acknowledgment.

Glug glug~

Bazel drank the soup very roughly, probably without tasting it, before gulping it down his stomach.

Karl: "Would you like me to serve you a bowl?"

Bazel handed over the large bowl, smiling slightly, "Thank you, it's delicious."

After smiling, his brows furrowed again.

Rein had never seen him look like this before, not even when the Beast Tide had arrived. After thinking for a moment, he took the initiative to ask, "Senior Bazel, do you feel there's a problem? You seem a little worried."

After thinking for a moment, Bazel said, "Rein, I think we should rest for a bit and leave this base. This Beast Tide receded too strangely. I have a bad feeling about it."

Logically speaking, the Beast Tide has already receded, and it's unlikely to come again anytime soon.

Even Bazel himself felt that this sense of crisis was somewhat inexplicable.

Upon hearing this, Rein frowned and pondered for a moment, then said without hesitation, "Alright! Let's pack up and leave the base immediately."

He remembered this big shot saying that werewolves have a talent for sensing danger, like a "prophet," and the stronger they are, the more accurate their perception becomes.

This ability allows him to sense certain "extremely dangerous" situations and make correct judgments. This ability is also the reason why he has been able to escape the pursuit of vampires time and again and survive to this day.

What might give Bazel this feeling is not a crisis within the base, but rather a crisis more deadly than the Beast Tide.

When it was mentioned that they should leave the Plague Base immediately, Tuster and Karl didn't say anything.

With Rein's help, Karl quickly packed up the necessary items and loaded them onto the "Dachshund" Steam Locomotive.

The hunters in the camp were all cleaning up the battlefield. Although they all knew there was a very powerful mechanic here, no one came to disturb them.

Unexpectedly, just as they were about to get into the car and leave, a group of uninvited guests visited the tent.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Fia, the vice president of the "Sunflower Merchant Guild" who had visited yesterday, and her housekeeper and entourage.

"Excuse me, may I bother you?"

Fia's tone was unexpectedly polite, and even had a kind of overly familiar enthusiasm.

Rein ignored the group and said coldly, "Madam, I've already said I won't sell boxing gloves. Please leave."

"No, I didn't come here for the boxing gloves."

Fia gave a professional, gentle smile, glanced at her packed luggage, and a hint of relief flashed in her eyes.

Fortunately, I didn't delay and arrived immediately, otherwise I would have missed this incredible opportunity.

She didn't pay much attention to Rein at all, but instead focused her gaze on old man Tuster who was lying in the chair, and said in a soft and charming tone, "I just wanted to visit an elder who is an old acquaintance of my mother."

Upon hearing this, Rein immediately realized that this woman was after Tuster's mechanical technology!

The smile on his face made no attempt to hide its mockery.

Haha, yesterday you acted like you didn't care, but now that the big battle is over, you're trying to build a relationship?

Last night's battle showcased the terrifying power of the "Muscle-bound Deer God Battle Armor." This top-tier mechanical technology is an invaluable asset for any power.

It's not just about mechs, it's also about people and technology!

The higher up in society people are, the more they realize the value of a top-notch mechanic like Tuster.

Rein made no attempt to hide his sarcasm, sneering, "Sorry, we're all commoners here, we don't know anyone you know. Madam, you've probably come to the wrong house."

After a pause, he bluntly ordered them to leave, saying, "You are blocking our way, please make way."

Normally, if this proud noblewoman were reprimanded like this by a commoner, even the most composed person would lose their temper.

But at this moment, Fia showed no anger whatsoever; instead, her smile became even more alluring.

Professional businesspeople don't care about such so-called face, Fia cleverly avoided the awkward topic.

She completely ignored Rein and gracefully walked to the chair where Tuster was lying.

Like a junior visiting a seriously ill relative, her eyes were full of concern. "You are Uncle Tuster Fuentes? Oh, forgive me, for not remembering the name of the lady you mentioned, 'Elma Garcia,' yesterday. Later, my housekeeper reminded me that she was my mother's name before she changed her name before she got married."

The intelligence gathered by Blackwater Platform is very detailed.

She never expected that the person involved in that "scandal" was still alive!

What's even more unexpected is that he actually possesses mechanical technology that is even more advanced than that of the Oma Royal Academy of Sciences!

Fia, who manages a large business guild, is naturally quite capable and adept at navigating the subtle emotions between men and women. How could she not have noticed the "seeing her first love" look in the old man's eyes when they met yesterday?

But her elderly mother was too far away in the Oma Imperial Capital, so she had to take matters into her own hands.

In the eyes of professional businessmen, physical attractiveness has always been just one kind of bargaining chip.

It's all about whether it's worth the exchange; there's no such thing as "getting a good deal." Fia is very confident in her charm, a tried-and-true method she's used to succeed in Omar's high society.

Besides, it seems the old man's physical condition is such that he can only indulge in masturbation to a certain extent.

In that instant, she channeled her inner drama queen, squatting down beside the chair, and from this angle, all she could see was a sea of white.

She then affectionately took Tuster's cold, dry hand in hers, placing it subtly against her chest, the touch just right. It wasn't blatant, yet even the slightest movement conveyed an exquisite sensation. It was a delicate temptation that would be difficult for any normal man to resist.

"You can call me Little Fia, Uncle Tuster. Many people have said that I look exactly like my mother when she was young."

Fia was completely absorbed in her role, giving no one a chance to leave, and immediately began her performance. "These past few years, Mother has always complained that life in the capital is too boring, and I often see her looking depressed. Oh! If my mother knew that she had an old friend in the faraway 'City of Radiance,' she would be very happy."

Rein thought to himself, "Wow, that's impressive!"

This exaggerated emotional outburst might seem awkward to outsiders, but it's probably not so simple for the person involved.

But Rein suddenly understood what this woman was planning to do.

She's trying to seduce the old man!

The woman not only became more amiable, but also dressed up meticulously. She wore a low-cut, vintage-style court dress and even sported retro makeup from thirty years ago. Clearly, she wanted Tuster to see a younger version of her mother in her!

Although he guessed that the woman had ill intentions, it was, after all, the old man's private matter, and she was an elder, so Rein couldn't say anything and just watched her performance quietly.

Sure enough, when Tuster saw Fia dressed like this, it was as if he saw an old friend from thirty years ago.

However, that complex emotion flashed by and disappeared in an instant. He shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, madam, you've mistaken me for someone else."

He paused for a moment and said to Rein, "Rein, let's go."

Upon hearing this, Fia's expression changed slightly, but she didn't intend to give up.

Turning her head, her eyes were already brimming with tears, she said, "Oh, Uncle Tuster, are you angry with your niece for being rude? You don't look well, and the environment here is absolutely terrible. If you don't mind, I'd like to invite you to the Mechanical City, where I'll have you seen by the best doctor. That way, my mother won't blame me for my rudeness when she finds out later."

You can't hit someone who's smiling; this trick never fails.

No matter where.

But she didn't know that Rein and the others were in a hurry to leave.

Rein didn't give her a chance to continue her act, "Madam, I've already told you you've mistaken me for someone else. Please leave. Be careful your motorcycle doesn't scratch your expensive clothes."

After saying that, he ignored him and, together with Karl, helped the old man onto the Steam Locomotive.

After being repeatedly blocked, Fia looked at Rein, a cold glint in her eyes. She knew that appealing to emotions wouldn't work, so she stood up and glanced at her butler. The butler immediately understood and made a subtle, unnoticed movement.

Not long after, a furious and exasperated shout came from the doorway.

"Mother, that's a murderer! We can't let them leave!"