Starting with Blood Healing to become an Ancient God

The feeling of suffocation had pulled him to the brink of life and death. He felt his whole body grow cold and gradually lost control of his body.

"No! I can't die! I can't die!"

In an instant, Joel, who had been motionless and waiting for death, suddenly burst out with tremendous strength and began to struggle violently.

Kyle's lips curled slightly, and he waved to signal the two policemen to let go and leave.

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Like a drowning person being rescued, Joel's face was flushed red and purple as he greedily gasped for air, his chest heaving rapidly like a bellows.

Kane remained silent, only revealing his chin as he quietly watched him.

Ten minutes later, Joel, his voice slightly hoarse, asked after calming down, "What you said... might be right."

Kane asked, "And then?"

Joel's handcuffed hands clenched into fists: "I can tell you everything about my connection to the mob."

“You know, that’s not what I want to know,” Kane said.

But Joel was surprisingly firm, saying with unwavering conviction, "That's all I can tell you! I know nothing else!"

Kane leaned forward again, raised his hand, and asked, "What are you afraid of?"

Joel, pale and sweat beading on his forehead, replied, "That indescribable being!"

Chapter 0279 Cooperation of Greedy People

Upon hearing Joel's reply, Kane clearly saw a sense of awe and fear he had never seen before in Joel's constantly flashing eyes.

It's hard to imagine what kind of being one could encounter that could inspire such awe and awe in someone, a feeling that allows them to overcome the fear of death.

Although Kane was very curious and wanted to study it carefully, he didn't have much time right now.

With the groundwork laid, Kane began his second phase.

After authority and deterrence, empathy naturally follows.

“Joel, you and I are the same kind of people, both extremely selfish and egoistic, because we fear death and therefore cherish life all the more,” Kane said calmly.

Joel looked at Kane's chin without saying a word.

Kane picked up his cane and said, "Today, I'm not interrogating you to find out who's behind you, nor is it a normal case-solving process; I'm asking you to help yourself."

"Seeking self-preservation?" Joel raised his head slightly and saw Kane's thick arm trembling as he held a cane.

Kane said calmly, "ALS, an incurable disease. My left calf has already lost control. This damn disease is eroding my hands. The doctor said that in another month, I will also lose control of my hands and won't even be able to hold a knife."

Upon hearing this, Joel's eyes underwent a noticeable change; his hostility and wariness diminished significantly in that instant, replaced by an extra kind of look.

Hope and reflection.

Joel certainly didn't intend to be tortured here forever and then spend the rest of his life in prison.

At this moment, Kane made Joel realize that he still had leverage in negotiations.

Kane then put down his cane: "I've heard reports about my battle with you and gathered some information about Arkham. Over the years, I've been looking for the right opportunity to seek something I've been longing for."

"Joel, I won't ask where those potions came from, or what your supply channels are. I'm only asking you now, can my illness be cured in Arkham?"

Upon hearing this, Jordon immediately felt that the legendary Secretary Kane was somewhat pitiful, but also very direct and honest. Of course, he wouldn't naively believe him completely and say too much.

He looked directly into Kane's eyes and answered briefly and firmly, "Yes."

Kane smiled and said, "Perhaps there is a possibility of cooperation between us, Joel."

Joel smiled slightly: "As expected of the Massa Tiger, you always think of things I haven't thought of."

Kane said, "Arkham is practically isolated right now, and it's not easy to get in or out. Joel, I can open a special passage for you to make transactions easier and provide you with more protection and shelter."

"And the condition for you to get these is that you send greetings and make demands to that place you know on my behalf."

Joel didn't agree immediately. Instead, he simply explained, "That place is very mysterious. Our group can't just approach it casually. We need two intermediaries to contact them. I can convey your wishes, but I can't guarantee whether they'll be interested."

Kane's eyes gleamed with a peculiar light in the darkness: "I will offer them a condition they cannot refuse."

Joel, after hearing this, happily said, "The deal is done."

Both were intelligent people, and Joel knew the consequences of offending Kane.

Kane, on the other hand, was able to exploit all of Joel's weaknesses, knowing that if Joel wanted to live a comfortable life, he would have to make certain deals.

If one wants to conduct these transactions, then obtaining one's own protection is the best option.

After reaching an agreement and making relevant commitments, Kane left the interrogation room and had a two-minute conversation with Chief Church.

Then, five minutes later, all the charges against Joel were dropped; it was all a frame-up.

Ten minutes later, Joel received all his belongings and was taken to a nearby upscale hotel to wash up and get a good rest.

At 8 p.m., Joel returned to the police station to provide his testimony and to describe the “filth” of the incident.

When giving his testimony, due to the previous misunderstanding, the people's Massa Tiger personally showed concern and comfort to Joel. After chatting for ten minutes, Joel left the police station with a smile and disappeared into the night.

In his office, Kane took a sip of coffee, leaned back in his chair, and looked out through the floor-to-ceiling windows at the three most bustling streets in the capital of Massa province.

Here, the lights are dazzling, the atmosphere is intoxicating, and the place is extravagant and prosperous.

Money and women are everywhere here; if he wants them, everything is within his grasp.

But this is on the premise that he has a healthy body and a group of absolutely loyal subordinates.

Lost in thought, the office door opened.

"Director." The person who came was a young man dressed in a well-fitting suit, with a trench coat and a hat.

The young man was dressed in Xu Wenqiang's style of clothing; he was handsome and had a refined demeanor.

Kane turned and asked, "How's the situation?"

"The situation is not optimistic. Your wife, together with the deputy mayor, councilors, and others, has begun to work on the division of your territory and position after your paralysis."

"Your nephew is plotting with someone from the capital to control the smuggling route from Massa to the capital."

"In addition, your younger brother and sister are also helping their group to gain more power."

Hearing this, Kyle laughed angrily and said, "Good! Very good! You are truly my good brother! My good sister! My good wife!"

The young man asked in a low voice, "Director, should we get rid of them?"

Kane shook his head: "No, let them jump around. I want to see just how many people want me dead."

The young man did not say anything more, but instead said: "Today, five members of parliament, including the president of the Buddhist Association, made suggestions on whether your health is still up to the task of serving as the director. Although the high-ranking officials have temporarily suppressed the matter, the rumors surrounding it are becoming increasingly agitated."

Kane clenched his fists. He wasn't afraid of the open and covert attacks around him; what he was truly afraid of now was being forced into retirement in the administrative sphere.

You should know that once he steps down from this position, even if he recovers, he will never have any hope of returning to it.

"How's your investigation going?" Kane asked.

The young man shook his head: "They're all a bunch of swindlers, they have no real skills. I did find a few people with special abilities, but they can't help you with your situation."

"What about Arkham?" Kane asked.

He certainly wouldn't put all his eggs in one basket with Joel.

"The rumors over there are quite mysterious. The mayor of Arkham, Los Arkham, seems to have created a system called Blood Healing, which supposedly can cure many terminal illnesses and even regenerate severed limbs, but no one has actually seen it."

Chapter 0280 Joel's Path to Light

Joel never imagined he would get out of the police station so easily, let alone have the opportunity to cooperate with the legendary big shot, Massa the Tiger.

Those who frequent this area know very well how much power and influence this "Tiger Massa" wields.

Furthermore, this Massa Tiger is not the kind of righteous and unyielding character who is impervious to reason. Joel had dealt with some of his men before, but at that time they were rivals, and Joel had been dealt with by them and forced to hide.

"The future is very tempting, but I don't know if this offer will be enough to sway that mysterious big shot."

Although Joel had spent the last three months hanging out in Arkham and met many people, he had not yet met any of the higher-ups at the mental hospital, nor did he know who was in charge of these miraculous drugs.

Those who underwent surgery remained tight-lipped about what happened inside, fearing that revealing even the slightest secret would lead to their deaths.

"Mayor of Arkham... what kind of magic do you possess?" Having spent a long time in Arkham, even far from that place, Joel still held the young mayor in great awe.

In Arkham, that paradise on earth, the mayor is an absolute figure with absolute authority.

When the group of outlaws saw the mayor's picture in the newspaper, their first reaction was disbelief.

It's hard to imagine that such a young guy could lead the entire Arkham and transform it into such a force in just a few months.

Joel has been a frequent visitor to Arkham for the past few years, so he has some understanding of that conservative, xenophobic, backward, and ancient town.

The Rhodes Merchant Guild was in power at the time, with a few influential figures in the underworld maintaining market order. However, the Rhodes Merchant Guild was suddenly destroyed more than four months ago.

Following the downfall of the Rhodes Merchant Guild, the newly appointed Los Arkham began a series of iron-fisted governance measures, especially the night of the hunt when the first troops entered Arkham.

What exactly happened that night remains unknown to this day.

But what they did know was that by sunrise the next day, all the military soldiers who had entered the city had either disappeared or gone mad, and the tanks and vehicles that had driven in, along with countless drops of blood and broken bones, had become piles of scrap metal and were stacked in the public square.

Joel wasn't there at the time, but he heard some stories from his fellow gangsters.

They initially thought it was just exaggerated hype, but after seeing the newspaper reports and asking local residents, they discovered it was all true.

However, the local residents don't seem to care about these things, and don't even think that they are something to brag about.

Lost in thought, Joel, who had been interrogated for several days, fell asleep silently.

The next morning, after getting up early and washing up, Joel found a black briefcase that had appeared next to his bed.

A note on the side read: "Give to those you should give to; this is the sincerity of the Massa Tigers."

Joel, of course, knew the rules. He casually picked up a lighter and burned the note, showing no curiosity whatsoever, and then rewrapped the suitcase.

Grilled sausages, sweet white bread, caviar, mashed potatoes, and vegetable salad.

After enjoying the delicious breakfast at the Emperor Hotel, Joel swore it was the most delicious and perfect breakfast he had ever had in his life.

"The life of the rich is so awesome!" Joel wiped his mouth, put on his clothes, and prepared to leave.

Years of living a life of constant danger have indeed amassed him a considerable fortune, but his line of work is also very expensive, and he can only live a life like a rat, unable to be too high-profile.

Joel walked out of the hotel with his suitcase amidst the smiling faces of his attendants.

Today is Light Snow, with a northwest wind. Although the temperature is the same as yesterday, at -12 degrees Celsius, it feels extra cold.

With his collar turned up, his leather coat pulled tighter, and his hat brim pulled low, Joel embarked on the special route back to Arkham.