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Chapter 410 - 245: The Exaggeratedly Powerful Elder Deng, The Truth About the Doomsday Sect (Two-in-One, Supplement)

Chapter 410: Chapter 245: The Exaggeratedly Powerful Elder Deng, The Truth About the Doomsday Sect (Two-in-One, Supplement)

"Not bad perception, Brian."

The shadow stopped more than twenty meters away from Brian and spoke in a voice that carried clearly to his ears, though it wasn’t loud.

"Hey, Dean, are you also out for a walk?"

Brian waved his hand at Dean, who was more than twenty meters away.

Yes, the man who had come was his father-in-law, Mr. Dean.

Dean shrugged, "No, I came looking for you. You really stink. Did you slaughter a hundred people, or was it two hundred? Does Susan know that you’re a serial killer behind her back?"

The more you walk at night, the more likely you are to encounter ghosts.

This was the first time Brian had been caught red-handed.

And it was by his own father-in-law.

Brian’s expression began to falter.

Before he returned, he had made a special trip to the nearest safe house to wash himself with chemical reagents he had left there in advance, yet Dean still smelled the faint scent of blood on him.

Old Dean’s sense of smell could be compared to Shi San’s.

At this point, any explanation would seem too weak.

The massacre in Las Vegas would make the news by tomorrow morning at the latest.

Combining this, the suspect was directly targeted.

By then Dean would also learn that Brian had the technology to disguise himself.

Making excuses was meaningless.

Brian sighed and pointed to the roof of the small motel, "The night is not bad tonight. Let’s talk up there."

Saying this.

With two leaps, he arrived at the rooftop of the motel, which was more than ten meters high.

Dean watched his agile figure and nodded. Then, with a forceful stomp, the ground shook violently, and like a cannonball taking flight, he soared through the air in a curve, leaping over thirty meters and charging toward the spot where Brian was.

Brian was dumbfounded by this sight.

Holy cow!

Was old Dean really that fierce?

Such exaggerated leaping ability completely crushed his current physical state!!!

And Dean didn’t show any signs of slowing down. It was all direct.

Would the rooftop hold up if he smashed down onto it?

Just as Brian thought Dean was acting recklessly, an invisible gas spewed from Dean’s pores all over his body, carrying his heavy frame lightly gliding towards Brian.

Seeing the surprised look on Brian’s face, Dean curled his lips smugly, "Want to learn? Leave my daughter, and I’ll teach you."

Brian rolled his eyes, "Forget it. At most, I’ll let Susan bear you a grandchild. When your grandchild asks to learn, would you teach?"

This paternal and maternal distinction, including many terms for relatives, were generally the same; the vocabulary was quite limited, often distinguished merely by adding a surname. However, Dean understood perfectly.

His expression darkened and his eyes stared menacingly at the rascal threatening him.

Puff—

Two streams of hot white vapor shot out of Dean’s nostrils, showing his particularly complex emotions at the moment.

Using one’s daughter to command one’s father-in-law...

Truly like a beast!

The two stood on the rooftop, staring each other down, for almost half an hour.

Dean was getting on in years after all.

He couldn’t help but blink his murderous eyes.

Brian considerately said, "Are your eyes dry?"

Puff—

Two more streams of white vapor came out of Dean’s nose.

He clenched his fists.

The surrounding air exploded suddenly, and the shockwave was clearly visible.

Brian tensed up.

Old Dean’s strength was indeed exaggerated.

Whether it was speed or power, both were stronger than his own current state.

Even if he were in an explosive mode, it would likely be difficult to resist.

Thinking it over.

Brian decided to back down and not provoke Dean any further.

Susan was protective, but too far away.

He feared Dean would bury him alive right there.

Considering this.

Brian quickly raised his hands in surrender, "Hey, just a joke, Dean. Whatever you want to know, I’ll tell you everything I can."

Men like to compete.

Seeing Brian back down, Dean’s face looked a bit better.

He nodded, "I don’t care what you did tonight. Tell me everything about Benjamin."

Saying this, he even took out a recording pen.

Brian, with sharp eyes, saw the NW symbol on it.

...

Brian realized that old Dean had come not simply to find him but to deal with the Deep Sea Diver issue.

He took a second to organize his thoughts and then started describing what had happened.

That event was when Benjamin, along with a group of crocodile Beastification People and cloaked figures, attacked him, and he blew them all away in the end.

Yes, Brian didn’t stick to the ’story’ he had previously told.

Apart from omitting details of his ability, the rest was the truth.

He spoke for over half an hour.

By this time, the sky overhead had turned pitch black, in the darkest environment just before dawn at around four or five o’clock.

However, Brian and Dean were not affected by the lack of light in the slightest.

After listening to Brian’s account, Dean shook the recording pen, "Done talking?"

Brian nodded, "That’s the sequence of events. These words were all uttered by Benjamin himself before he died. Influenced by the thoughts from the remaining sub-brains in those tentacles, the information he provided should all be true."

Dean took out a handmade cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth.

Seeing that he didn’t reach for his lighter.

Brian eagerly took out a lighter from his pocket and stepped forward to light the cigarette for his esteemed father-in-law.

Dean waved his hand in disgust.

His index finger and thumb rubbed together rapidly, and amidst the blur of motion, sparks flew, lighting the end of the cigarette in his mouth.

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