Let Her Go, and Take It Out on Me

In what could be described as an interrogation room or a laboratory, Amelia pulled up a chair and sat down. The scene was somewhat unbearable to look at. She rubbed her temples, annoyed that the ally she had chosen was completely unreliable.

She had some regrets, but if given another chance, she would still ally with Russell.

Russell roughly shoved the buzzing sound into Michael's mouth and then wrapped it tightly with gray duct tape. The latter wanted to show off his heroism in front of the beautiful woman, and Russell generously satisfied him.

Buzzing—

Having successfully rescued the goddess from the fire, Michael had no regrets in his life, but his eyes unknowingly welled up with tears.

I'm so tired, I just want to die!

The scene was so touching that Selene was very grateful for Michael's sacrifice for her, and she kept her face tense to keep from laughing out loud.

The next second, she no longer needed to keep a straight face, and she couldn't smile anymore.

Russell grabbed Selene's chin, forced her mouth open, quickly shoved an iron ball inside, and then wrapped it tightly with duct tape.

Without her vampire fangs, the Moon Goddess is like the female lead in a serialized drama film, the kind who wears a black tight leather suit, infiltrates the enemy camp alone, and is eventually captured alive...

Ahem, getting back to the main topic, I won't go into those movies that you watch dozens of times only to find they're not good at all.

Russell pressed Selene's cheek down, picked up a syringe, pierced her neck, drew a tube of blood, and separated the red blood cell suspension on the lab table.

Vampire, Werewolf, and Michael – with all three bloodlines combined, you're just one step away from showing off.

Mixing the red blood cells of vampires and Werewolf alone would only result in mutual destruction; the blood viruses of the two races are too corrosive to coexist.

But with the addition of Michael's Perfect Blood as a fusion agent, everything will be different. The original virus, etched into Michael's genes, can neutralize the viruses of both races and amplify everything somewhat.

Simply put, Perfect Blood is an enhancer; even when taken alone, it is a coveted treasure for vampires and Werewolf.

"Amelia, come and take a look!" Russell pointed to the slide under the microscope and waved to Amelia with great interest.

Because the gesture looked too much like calling a dog, Amelia remained unmoved, rolled her eyes at Russell, and continued to sit elegantly in her chair.

"Sigh, stupid woman, feigning arrogance may cost you your future..." Russell shook his head and sighed, casually taking out a glass slide and throwing it into the trash can beside him.

A gentle breeze swept by, and Amelia grabbed Russell's wrist, snatched the slide, placed it under the microscope, and after carefully examining it, looked up with an extremely solemn expression.

With the path of evolution right before them, Amelia's composure truly surprised Russell. It was only because he hadn't planned to pursue bloodline enhancement that he was so happy to have obtained this Perfect Blood; otherwise, he would have been grinning from ear to ear for three days and three nights.

Amelia frowned as she stared at Russell, and after a long while, she finally spoke, "Is there anything special about this blood?"

Russell: "..."

He realized he had overestimated Amelia; not all leaders were as versatile as him, capable of both academic and martial arts, driving and all-around excellence.

Amelia is a great fighter and has a lot of moves when changing clothes, but when it comes to scientific research, she's a complete novice with zero background. Russell trying to show off in front of her is like casting pearls before swine.

However, considering that she still had four outfits to change into tomorrow, Russell decided not to argue with her and stated bluntly, "Three-cell platelets, a perfect blend of the advantages of Werewolf and vampires, a brand new hybrid."

"So what?"

Russell: "..."

Without feeling any thrill of showing off, he took two deep breaths and said in resignation, "This means getting some Werewolf blood, plus Michael's blood, and injecting them into your body. You can then easily take on two people at once, dominating Viktor and Marcus, and beat them however you want."

As soon as she finished speaking, Amelia's eyes lit up, and she suddenly bared her fangs and lunged at Michael.

Crackling sounds!

Amelia stood frozen, trembling all over. When she recovered, her expression turned hostile. "Why did you stop me?"

"Stupid woman, you can't bite him. If you become a vampire, his bloodline will be worthless."

Amelia was called a stupid woman twice in one day, but Amelia wasn't angry at all. Russell had brought her huge benefits, so whatever he said was right now.

Give me a vial of your blood!

Upon hearing this, Amelia obediently raised her neck, allowing Russell to draw a vial of blood from her body, and then curiously watched her blood mix with Michael's blood.

"Russell, what are you doing?"

"I want to try and see if Michael's Perfect Blood will work on you alone!" Russell said without turning his head, observing the slide.

"Perfect Blood?"

"Yes, for vampires and Werewolf, it's the Perfect Blood..."

The experiment wasn't very successful. Michael's inherited Perfect Blood was a weakened version, unable to work on vampires or Werewolf on its own. His ancestor, the true possessor of Perfect Blood, could have instantly transformed Amelia.

In the original story, Selene is a third-generation vampire. After drinking the Perfect Blood, she was able to contend with the first vampire, Marcus, demonstrating the power of her bloodline.

"Amelia, you now have two paths before you: either capture any Werewolf and immediately strengthen your bloodline, or wait for Lucian to come to you and obtain his blood."

Is there a difference?

"I don't know, I haven't tried it, but Lucian is the strongest Werewolf, and his blood will definitely make you stronger."

Amelia hesitated for a moment before speaking, "I choose Lucian..."

It's only two days, just bear with it and it'll pass!

Suppressing her excitement, Amelia's gaze turned cold as she walked menacingly towards Selene. The latter knew too much and was Viktor's man; she absolutely could not be allowed to live.

Russell pressed down on her shoulder. "There's no need. She's not your enemy."

"What's the meaning?"

"Don't you have a lot of questions? Including who Michael is and why the Werewolf captured him? Now I'll answer them for you..."

As Russell spoke, he walked to the metal chair, ripped the tape off Michael's face, and the latter spat out the buzzing sound in his mouth, his pupils dilated, and he felt like he wanted to die.

"Michael?"

"..."

With no response, Russell lamented that young people these days have such poor mental fortitude; they can't even handle this little setback, so how can they possibly fawn over goddesses?

He picked up a marker and waved it in front of Michael, then grinned and grabbed Selene's chin, drawing a tally mark on her profile.

Michael: (?_?)

Cultural differences left Michael, a white man, bewildered, not understanding what it meant.

"Okay, my bad!"

Under Selene's fiery gaze, Russell turned her face to the other side and drew four vertical lines and one horizontal line.

Michael finally understood. He immediately struggled to get rid of the metal chair, veins bulging in his neck, and roared, "Let her go! Come at me if you have a problem!"

Russell couldn't help but chuckle and asked with a smile, "Michael, are you sure?"

"..."

Michael's face alternated between pale and flushed. He glanced at Selene with a lingering look, then closed his tear-blurred eyes. "Yes, I'm ready. Come on!"

Sizzle! Sizzle!

With a roll of duct tape tightly wrapped around his mouth, Michael had something dangling from his mouth and looked utterly hopeless.

Who am I? Where am I? What happened?

Five minutes later, Russell thought Michael should have learned his lesson, so he peeled the tape off Michael's face and, in doing so, removed the tape from Selene's face as well.

During this time, Russell kept playing with Selene's dual pistols, two modified M9s, which brought back memories for him.

"Everyone, as I said before, we are not enemies. We brought you two here for protection purposes..."

Russell cleared his throat. "I know you don't believe me. Here's what I'll do: I'll tell you a story, and after I finish, we'll all be comrades."

At this point, Russell turned to look at Amelia: "You want to hear this story too? I thought that as one of the Grand Elder, you would know a lot of secrets, but I'm so disappointed..."