Starting with Blood Healing to become an Ancient God

"Back then, the Rhodes Chamber of Commerce was quite reasonable in its market dominance. They paid enough protection money, so those gangs and police didn't dare to cause trouble for me."

"Now look what's happened! These guys are acting like lunatics, demanding both money and lives, as if I owe them hundreds of thousands of Rosa coins!"

At this point, Mark suddenly looked somewhat distressed and downed the black tea in his hand as if it were wine.

Looking at Mark's expression, a glint flashed in Owen's eyes. Although he couldn't be sure if what Mark said was true, he could tell that the mainstream businessmen were very dissatisfied with the mayor.

"The general situation is similar to what I investigated. The elite class is very dissatisfied with Los Arkham's takeover of the Rhodes Merchant Guild. In other words, although there is xenophobia here, it is not a monolithic entity!"

Thinking of this, Owen's mind immediately became active; there was still a lot of room for maneuver in this.

Mark laughed and said, "Sorry for telling you so much. By the way, you're not a local, are you?"

Owen nodded: "Yes, I am a student from Nute University visiting Miskatonic University. I heard that the city center is very prosperous, so I came to the central area to take a look."

Mark burst out laughing after hearing this: "That's typical outsider thinking."

Owen was taken aback: "Did I say something wrong?"

Mark pointed to the ground and said, "This is the central area, but it's not the most bustling downtown. The downtown area now is the commercial district adjacent to the University of Michigan, which has Arkham's best galleries, best clubs, best shops, and best shopping streets. Of course, the best bars aren't there."

Upon hearing this, Owen said knowingly, "There's actually such a saying."

Mark stood up with a smile and said, "Those cops should be gone. Let's hurry back to the University of Michigan while it's still early. It's one of the few relatively safe places in all of Arkham."

Owen shook his head and said, "No rush, it's still quite early. I'm going to wander around here."

As they were talking, a black cat playfully jumped onto the table, looked at Owen, and then lay down in front of him.

“Its name is Mick, and it seems to like you a lot,” Mark said.

Owen reached out and stroked Mick's soft fur, smiling as he said, "It feels so good."

It seemed that Mark had taken a liking to him because he liked cats, and then advised him, "I suggest you go back as soon as it gets light, the central area is particularly dangerous at night these days."

As he spoke, he said in a low voice, "The gunshots outside last night last night were almost all night long, along with all sorts of screams, which scared my cat so much that its fur stood on end."

Upon hearing this, Owen's heart stirred, and he immediately asked Mark for some information about what had happened the previous night.

"Gunshots and screams? Has lawlessness reached this level here?!" Owen was furious.

Mark bent down and scooped up a chubby orange cat, saying, "Don't be curious about those things, let's go!"

Instead of leaving immediately, Owen changed the subject and asked, "You just said the best bars aren't in the business district, so where are they?"

"North District, the Respectable Men's Bar, is the best bar in Arkham. It's frequented by truly high-society people. No criminals or thieves are allowed in, not even streetwalkers or dancers."

"Serious People's Bar, what a unique name." Owen's eyes gleamed with a special light.

After a brief moment of thought, Owen said, "Thank you so much for your help this time. I will definitely come back to repay you in the future."

Mark seemed to really like cats. He stroked the orange cat's fur and seemed to be in a special state of enjoyment, becoming sunny and kind: "Actually, you can repay me now."

"Now? Is there anything I can do to help you?" Ou asked tentatively.

Mark tilted his head slightly and asked him with a smile, "You know I have a lot of cats, and we're out of cat food lately. Could you get me some?"

"Cat food? Great! How do I get it?" At this moment, the perceptive Owen sensed that something was amiss.

Although the man's aura and appearance were no different from before, his tone of voice seemed a little strange.

Mark's smiling eyes widened slightly: "Your flesh and blood would make excellent cat food."

Chapter 0134 The Miraculous Cat Poison

Upon hearing this, Owen's eyes narrowed instantly, and his body tensed up immediately.

But at that moment, he suddenly felt the black cat in his arms become heavier.

In an instant, a dark shadow flashed by, and when he came to his senses, he found that the black cat had turned into an extremely ferocious black panther.

Owen, being a seasoned veteran, reacted instantly. He took out his notebook and was about to activate his ability when he suddenly felt his body stiffen and become somewhat out of control.

"What's going on!?" Upon hearing this, a hint of fear flashed in Owen's eyes.

At that moment, the black cat opened its gaping maw and bit off his wrist, which was holding the notebook.

"Impossible! There was no poison in that cup of tea!" Owen exclaimed.

Mark bent down, put the orange cat down, and asked with a smile, "What kind of poison are you referring to? Those chemicals, animal toxins?"

Owen looked at Mark, who was still all smiles and sunshine, his eyes filled with fear and resentment.

Mark squatted down and looked at Owen with a smile, saying, "There are many special beings beyond your imagination that can affect the fragile human body. Your vision is still too narrow."

By this time, both sides had completely broken off relations. Owen remained relatively calm and asked in a low voice, "Who are you? Why did you attack me?"

Mark looked at his resentful face and said, "I know you're stalling for time, trying to find a way to detoxify and survive."

"Unfortunately, there is no antidote for this poison, at least not in terms of human knowledge."

"And because I'm in an exceptionally good mood, I thought I'd tell you."

"As you know, my name is Mark Crawford, I own Crawford Restaurant, and I am a good citizen of Arkham."

Owen sneered, "Is it meaningful to say these things now?"

Mark smiled and said, "Of course it was interesting. I killed about 150 soldiers last night, but it was too dark to see their desperate faces. Besides, they were all ordinary people, so it didn't feel very exciting."

"And now, the sun is shining brightly, and you are a superhuman in your twenties, which is quite interesting."

Owen gritted his teeth and said, "Do you really think everything you've done will remain unknown forever? The army is outside; they could storm in at any moment."

Mark shook his head: "Kid, you're still too young. You have no idea what the real terror in this town is. Let alone the seven or eight thousand people who have come, even if another seventy or eighty thousand came, it would mean nothing to the mayor."

Upon hearing this, Owen simply refused to believe it: "That's impossible! To possess that kind of power, one needs at least level 70, and no one in this world has ever reached a level above 70!"

Mark asked leisurely, "Who said the mayor is a person?"

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Upon hearing this, Ou's entire expression froze completely, as if time itself had been frozen.

Mark continued, "Forget about other people's business, think about yourself first! Tell me, if it pleases me, I might be able to tell you some ways to detoxify."

Owen then came to his senses. He felt his heart racing, and although all his bodily functions seemed normal, he couldn't regain control of his body.

"What kind of poison did I get, and how did I get poisoned? Don't think I don't know anything; there was definitely no poison in that cup of black tea," Owen said in a low voice.

Mark: "The poison you've been given is called cat poison."

"Cat poison?" Owen had never heard of this kind of poison before.

Mark smiled and said, "This poison is divided into two parts. I put one part in the cup. You're right, if it were just in the cup, it wouldn't really be considered poison."

"But if you drink the black tea and then encounter a cat, the situation becomes completely different."

Owen's pupils contracted upon hearing this: "Poison on the cat's fur?"

"No, cats themselves are poison."

"What do you mean!?" Owen felt his brain couldn't keep up with Mark's train of thought.

Mark laughed and said, "Strictly speaking, this is not poison, but a blessing from the gods. What you drank is the holy water of our Cat God Cult, but it has been specially treated."

"Once you drink it, you will never be able to hurt a cat in your life, and you will also have no resistance to cats."

"In other words, your body will lose control whenever a cat touches you."

Upon hearing this, Owen exclaimed in disbelief, "This is impossible! How could this be possible! Where in the world is there such a poison?"

Mark smiled and said, "Don't worry, you'll gradually come to believe it."

As he spoke, he casually waved his hand, and the fat orange cat suddenly grew larger, transforming into a lion with golden fur all over its body.

Then, at Mark's command, the lion raised its sharp claws and severed all the bones and muscles of Owen's remaining two legs and one arm.

What horrified Owen was that, watching his body being mutilated and blood splattering, he felt no pain whatsoever; instead, he felt a sense of pleasure!

"This is impossible! This is impossible!" Owen was immediately plunged into a deep self-doubt.

“Let him go, Mick,” Mark said.

As the black cat Mick released its paws from Owen's body, Owen immediately felt that he had regained control of his body. His body could move, and everything in his body had returned to normal!

He tried to run away, he tried to activate his abilities, but he found that all four of his limbs were completely severed.

At this moment, the dark fleshy pad was placed on his chest again, and he lost control of his body once more.

Seeing this, even though Owen was still filled with disbelief and utter disbelief, he could only helplessly accept his fate.

Instantly, his proud knowledge and system of learning collapsed, and his spirits plummeted to rock bottom.

"We might still have room for negotiation on what you want. I don't want to die."

Mark looked at him calmly and said, "I see you're a good kid, so I'll give you a chance to make a deal. Tell me the list of everyone involved, their current positions, strengths, and abilities."

Owen looked at Mark and said in a low voice, "Legend has it that the followers of the Cat God Cult are all elites. They are proud and aloof and never submit to any being. I never thought that you would actually submit to Los Arkham."

Mark smiled dismissively after hearing this and said, "I advise you not to say such things; it's just a waste of breath."

"Tell me, I may have a good temper, but my cats don't have much patience. Look! They're drooling!"

Owen rolled his eyes and saw two pairs of greedy and fierce gazes.

"Tell me! Tell me! I'll tell you everything!"

Chapter 0135 Serious Man's Bar

At eight o'clock in the evening, it was completely dark in Arkham in September. Although all the staff of the city hall had gone home, the lights in the city hall were still on.

With the arrival of Major General Pigu, about a hundred more soldiers came and began to take over the defense of the city hall.

After finishing their work, Charles and Los took a car and drove west along Hyde Street for about a kilometer to reach the best bar in all of Arkham.

The Serious Man Bar at 721 Garrison Street is located at the intersection of the central and northern parts of the city, in a new building southwest of Dr. Mursey’s house.

Kenneth's house is across the street from Arkham's best private detective, just across Garrison Street.

When the car stopped, the first thing Charles saw was a three-story modern building. The entire detached building was very well constructed, and judging from the color of the walls, it was probably only about five years old.

There is a large sign in front of the building, surrounded by a ring of lights, with six artistically arranged words in the center: Arkham Serious People.

At this point, seven or eight rather high-end cars could be seen parked in the parking lot outside the bar, indicating that the people who frequented this place were all upper-class figures from Arkham.

Charles glanced at a bright red car in the parking lot, his eyes lighting up slightly. "It's a women's limited edition produced by Lefur Company? This kind of car is rare even in the capital."

Los chuckled: "There are quite a few truly wealthy people in Arkham, but they rarely flaunt their wealth."