Starting with Blood Healing to become an Ancient God

After listening, Pigu asked, "Are you confident you can subdue him in one strike?"

Charles: "We haven't seen all his cards yet, so it's not convenient to take action. All we need to do now is keep him occupied and prevent him from communicating with his men. Once my men have eliminated all his henchmen, he'll be a toothless tiger."

"We don't have much time left."

"Don't worry, the people who came this time are all professionals. This kind of thing can be all done in two days at the latest," Charles said confidently.

The sanatorium is only three kilometers away from here, and we arrived at the gate while we were talking.

The sanatorium is currently under renovation, with many workers moving materials, raising and reinforcing the walls, and the flooring in the courtyard appears to be being repaved.

There are at least a hundred people working here now. They work together very well, rarely speak to each other, but their work is carried out in an orderly manner.

Piqué and Charles both sensed the extraordinary nature of this group of workers and became secretly wary.

Although these people still look like ordinary people, their strength is higher than that of normal people, judging from their skills and movements.

"The workers under Mayor Arkham are really of good quality; even the top workers in the capital aren't this good," Charles commented with a smile.

Los chuckled: "These are all workers from Sheen Construction Company, the most outstanding construction workers in Arkham. Please come in!"

As they talked, the two followed Los into Arkham Sanatorium.

As Los led the group into Arkham Asylum, Debbie, standing on the top floor, asked curiously, "Teacher, why didn't Mayor just kill that general and that guy and turn them into ghouls? Wouldn't that be much more convenient?"

Murthy, standing nearby, explained, "The mayor's transformation spell has limitations. Turning an ordinary person into a ghoul is a form of evolution, but a normal ghoul is only around level 20."

"These humans, who are already above level 20, have already surpassed the ghouls in form. To transform them would be a form of degeneration, which violates the core of the method."

"So, in other words, humans above level 20 cannot be transformed?" Rum asked, summarizing.

Murthy nodded: "Yes, and only pure humans, not modified humans. Otherwise, why do you think the mayor sent those genetically engineered warriors to me?"

The two understood immediately upon hearing this.

Murthy watched as Piggu walked into the building: "Piggu has a high reputation in the army. It's smart of him to leave the soldiers outside the city. If anything happens to him, the troops already deployed outside will blast Arkham to smithereens."

Chapter 0132 The Cat-Loving Uncle (Fifth Update) Please Subscribe

Upon entering, they were greeted by Dr. Pochi.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Poch, Lieutenant Colonel Norton's attending physician," Poch said with a smile.

The two people arrived and immediately took a closer look at Boqi, only to find that he was just an ordinary person.

"Where is Lieutenant Colonel Norton?" Major General Pig asked directly.

Dr. Poch turned and glanced at Los.

Los smiled and said, "Don't be nervous. Lieutenant Colonel Norton is Major General Pig's subordinate. He's here to visit."

Upon hearing this, Pochi immediately understood and turned around, saying, "Come with me. Please don't stimulate the patient in the future; the patient's condition is very bad right now."

He led the three people up the old staircase to the second floor.

As soon as they came up, the group heard a series of heart-wrenching screams and wails.

Hearing such a tragic scream, even a tough man like Major General Pigu felt a slight tremor in his heart.

"Is this a mental hospital or an interrogation room?" Major General Pig asked calmly.

After listening, Poch laughed and said, "Don't be fooled by that patient. The person who was shouting is number 02115. We all call him the 'sob storyteller.' He has already killed five kind-hearted people by playing the victim. This howling is all faked to attract attention."

Upon hearing this, Major General Pig turned to look at Charles.

Charles nodded slightly in agreement.

As they were talking, the group arrived at ward 145. Before they could even open the door, they heard a series of delirious ramblings coming from inside.

As the door opened, Piguchar saw a man who was so exhausted he was barely recognizable, his face pale, his eyes unfocused, and his hospital gown covered in blood and saliva.

He seemed to be constantly being pursued, running frantically, and even when he was out of breath, he dared not stop.

Seeing this, Charles's eyes narrowed slightly. Although he had imagined what Norton would be like, the reality was much worse than he had imagined.

Major General Pigu frowned, seemingly feeling quite uncomfortable.

Norton, who was already exhausted, seemed to see an incredibly terrifying presence when he saw the four people at the door, and immediately started running like crazy again.

"No! No! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!" Norton ran frantically, and when he reached a wall, he frantically clawed at it with his fingers. His fingers, which already had no nails, left bloody handprints on the wall, while he kept banging his head against it.

Seeing this, Charles subtly shook his head at Piglet, indicating that it was no longer of any value.

Piqué immediately pulled out his gun and shot Norton in the head, ending his suffering.

"Major General, let's make this clear: we didn't kill this man!" Los hurriedly said.

Major General Pigu nodded calmly: "Don't worry, even if I were to frame you, I wouldn't resort to such a trivial matter."

Upon hearing this, Los smiled and said, "You're right."

After confirming Norton's condition, the two did not linger and left the nursing home immediately.

Stepping out of the building, Major General Pig said, "Mayor Arkham, given the strangeness of this matter, you are indeed a suspect. However, Arkham's situation still depends on you, so I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you to stay with me for the next few days."

Los was pleased to hear this and said, "It is my honor to serve the Empire. Please tell me what you need."

Major General Pigo nodded slightly and said to Charles, "You will be in charge of liaising with Mayor Arkham for the next few days."

“Understood!” Charles accepted the order, saying with a friendly smile, “Please take good care of me in the coming days, Mayor Arkham.”

Los replied with a friendly expression, "You're too kind."

Owen ran quickly, evading the police pursuit.

Although he knew the dangers of Arkham and the xenophobic sentiment there, he now admitted that he had underestimated the place.

After receiving the intelligence from the Eye of Alama that morning, he prepared to target this group of superhuman police officers.

For him, who was at level 27, dealing with this group of police officers who were in their early twenties was a piece of cake. However, while he was focusing all his attention on the police, he neglected the pedestrians around him.

Five minutes earlier, while he was following a superhuman police officer named Cent, he was reported by a passerby who said that he was sneaking around following a police officer and didn't look like a good person.

Immediately, a group of people surrounded him, preventing him from leaving.

In other places, he might have injured a few people and then left.

But this is Arkham! Making a move here will only expose your identity.

So when no one was looking, he activated his ability and disguised himself as Gaspard from that morning.

However, he underestimated the tracking ability of these police officers; they were like dogs, seemingly able to track him by scent.

With his strong physique, he had already run two blocks, but just when there was no way to go ahead, he suddenly saw a slightly chubby and kind uncle.

The middle-aged man stood in the sunlight, wearing home pajamas, squatting to the side feeding a group of stray cats with cat food in his hand.

In that instant, he felt that this man was like the last ray of light in the dim Arkham, exceptionally dazzling.

The middle-aged man seemed to have noticed him too, and tentatively asked, "Is someone chasing you?"

Owen nodded hastily: "Someone framed me, and now the police are after me."

"Let's go inside and hide!" The uncle pondered for a moment and then pointed to the small courtyard behind him.

Owen immediately expressed his gratitude and hurried inside.

Within ten seconds, Owen, who was hiding inside, heard the footsteps of the two policemen outside.

"Boss, have you seen a young man wearing glasses who looks like a college student?" one of the policemen asked.

The middle-aged man scratched his head blankly: "I don't know, I was just feeding the cat."

The two policemen then grabbed the man by the collar menacingly: "You need to take responsibility for your words."

The man hurriedly said, "Officer, I really didn't know. I'm a well-known law-abiding citizen around here, and I own the restaurant over there."

The two police officers gave the middle-aged man a menacing look, then extorted fifty Rosa dollars from him before turning and leaving.

"As expected of Arkham, even the police are so ruthless! Fortunately, there are always some normal people even in desperate places."

Owen's core ability is to see through human nature and disguise. The moment he saw this uncle, he felt the uncle's sunny aura.

A moment later, the uncle walked over with a smile and said, "You must be exhausted from being chased by those dog cops, right? Come in and have something to drink! Don't worry, it's quite safe here. I pay a lot of money every month, and I have the mayor's protection. They don't dare to search my house casually."

Chapter 0133 Cat Food

After Major General Piglet arrived, he was naturally given the office in the city hall, while Charles stayed by Los's side like conjoined twins.

“I hope the mayor doesn’t misunderstand. We are really here to deal with the cult issue. We have no hostility towards you,” Charles said with a smile.

Los responded with a smile: "Of course I believe that, after all, some of those guys have gone too far lately."

“Do you know who I’m referring to?” Charles asked.

Los chuckled: "I have some direction."

Charles didn't ask any further questions upon hearing this. He stood up, stretched, and asked, "Mayor, do we have any bars around here? I'm a bit tired after a long day."

"Can we still go to the bar?" Los asked, putting down his belongings.

"Of course, we are all officials of the empire, not prisoners."

“Then I happen to know a great bar!” Los stood up, looking delighted.

After confirming several times that the black tea in his hand was not the kind that induces sleep, Owen took a sip and then asked, "Mr. Crawford, how long have you been staying here?"

Mark Crawford put down his teacup and smiled, "It's been fifteen years. This restaurant has been around for ten years."

Owen turned to look at the upscale restaurant next door, and vaguely sensed that this uncle was extraordinary.

After all, opening such a high-end restaurant in a place like this requires considerable resources.

“The police have been going too far lately. I’m starting to miss the old days,” Mark sighed.

Owen was taken aback: "The old days? Has something happened here recently?"

Mark scoffed, "What else could it be but our new mayor?"

"After taking office, he immediately issued a blood wine ban, then lifted the ban faster than flipping a book, and then directly destroyed the Rhodes Guild, swallowing up all of its banks, tram companies, telephone companies, gas companies, and construction companies."

As he said this, Mark suddenly became somewhat sorrowful and said, "I was really afraid that he would take my restaurant away too."

Upon hearing this, Owen said with a face full of resentment, "This is too much! Is no one going to stand up for us?"

Mark scoffed, "Resist what? Didn't you see those vicious cops?"

"Times have changed. Back when his father was mayor, all you needed was money. No matter what happened, you could solve it by paying the right price."