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"It's truly unbelievable." In just two seconds, Whistler, who was extremely frail and covered in scars, healed completely. He felt as if his aged body had regained the vigor of his youth.
He couldn't believe it as he stretched out his hands and moved his body, feeling the energy he had missed from the past return.
This thrilled Whistler immensely.
"Thank you, sir, you have saved the remainder of my life. I think I might be able to postpone my retirement."
Whistler solemnly expressed his gratitude to Bi Xiao.
After the growth of Blade, he mostly spent his time forging weapons and repairing gear, a task he did not enjoy as much as he missed the days of chasing vampires with weapons in hand.
He did not die on the hunting path but was defeated by time, which did not allow him to remain a hunter.
Now, Bi Xiao had given him a new lease on life.
Bi Xiao accepted the old man's gratitude; he had merely acted spontaneously, and the magic he used had replenished even before the old man finished his words of thanks, rejuvenating the old hunter who had spent his life hunting vampires.
Bi Xiao greatly admired such a person.
A person who had devoted his entire life to fighting supernatural beings deserved his help.
As for another, seeing the look from the other party, Bi Xiao shook his head as if helplessly, but in fact, he spoke with schadenfreude: "If you want to end up like that guy called the Blood God, I wouldn't mind trying."
Thinking of the golden column that had just soared into the sky and the probably obliterated Blood God, Blade decisively shook his head and said coldly, "This is my badge, and time will remember it."
"If you're happy, that's good," was all Bi Xiao could say, given that the other had stolen his experience wave.
He knew Blade couldn't die, given his special physique, or else Deacon wouldn't have considered him the best candidate for the Blood God's arrival. To some extent, Blade was not a pure vampire, but he still surpassed most pure-blooded vampires, even the so-called vampire elders.
These fatal wounds would heal after a sleep.
"Okay, that's done here. See you next time, by the way." As Bi Xiao prepared to leave, he seemed to remember something and pulled out a newly bought phone to throw to Blade.
"This has my number, if a monster of the previous guy's level appears, remember to contact me."
"To kill these things, you need the best expert."
After saying this, he waved his hand and left stylishly.
Blade looked at the phone and then at the boy's retreating figure, snorting coldly: "I'm the expert."
His tone was somewhat defensive.
The old man wouldn't give Blade any face, especially since his fondness for the boy was at its peak; he believed the boy was the great Son of God, sent by God to save the Earth.
Without saying a word, the old man looked at Blade with a contemptuous gaze, which ignited Blade's temper.
Blade snorted again and also left, calling the old man a stinky old man.
Whistler laughed heartily, knowing that Blade, the stinky brat, was frustrated; he enjoyed seeing Blade's distressed expression.
For Whistler, this trip was not just about the elimination of all the vampire families in New York or even the greatest crisis, the Blood God; he and Blade had survived, and he had regained the vigor of his youth.
Thrilled, Whistler followed behind Blade, contemplating celebrating by finally drinking his cherished Aberlour whisky.
...
Inside the headquarters building of the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division located on Long Island in New York, although it was still night, Director Nick Fury was still working in his office, processing documents.
"Something's happened in London, the Victor family?"
Fury, looking at the report in the documents, immediately recalled the Victor family's file and showed concern, but still set it aside.
As long as it didn't cause public panic, Fury would just monitor the situation; he would only use resources if there was a potential for the situation to get out of control.
There was a knock on the door.
"Come in."
The door opened, and a male agent walked in, handing a document to Fury.
"Sir, we detected abnormal energy fluctuations and an earthquake source thirty kilometers west of New York."
"How big was it?"
"The energy fluctuation peaked for ten seconds, comparable to three thousand tons of TNT, and the earthquake also had a brief magnitude of eight, but the affected area was only about ten kilometers."
The agent reported, "We dispatched a response team to investigate and took pictures of the scene."
Fury frowned as he flipped through the document, which contained about twenty photographs showing the scene from various distances and perspectives.
In a deep jungle within a ten-kilometer radius, dense cracks were clearly visible, especially in the central area where there was a collapse trace with a diameter of over a thousand meters, significantly damaging the surrounding natural environment.
"This doesn't look like it was caused by explosives."
"Yes, we checked the site; there was a reaction for gunpowder, but it was likely caused by a few guns. We couldn't find the source of the abnormal energy, and the area also experienced about thirty minutes of thunderstorms, with many places showing signs of being struck by lightning."