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Chapter 83 - 75: The Madman (Thanks to the alliance leader ’Xiao Ai 6’, thank you!)

Chapter 83: Chapter 75: The Madman (Thanks to the alliance leader ’Xiao Ai 6’, thank you!)

Just a little ahead of where Brian’s adoptive parents were placed, there lay two more beds.

A white woman and a black man were busily throwing two disheveled men and women, respectively, onto the beds and engaging in forceful activity.

The men and women below were clearly drugged.

Their mouths hung open, drooling without coherent thought.

They were left with nothing but primal responses.

Brian realized in an instant.

No wonder they all seemed so dull and stupefied.

They must have been drugged into stupidity.

Seeing this.

Brian didn’t hesitate and swiftly walked towards the two people.

As he passed the captives.

Not a single one glanced at him.

These people, after enduring who knows how much torment, probably had nothing left but an empty shell.

...

Arriving at the bedside.

Brian pulled a willow leaf switchblade from his pocket and with swift precision, sliced across the black man’s throat.

A mass of bloody froth poured into the wound, blocking his airway completely.

He touched his neck in bewilderment, turned his head to look at Brian, his mouth moved twice, and then he collapsed on top of the woman below, his body beginning to convulse.

The woman being crushed beneath him was drenched in blood but showed no reaction, still with that same foolish, vacant expression.

This commotion caught the attention of the white woman on the adjacent bed.

She glanced over instinctively to her companion, only to be met with the sharp edge of a blade...

After dealing with the two guards.

Brian surveyed the two ragged men and women lying beneath, and only after seeing the scars around their eyes did he come to a realization.

These people’s foolish appearance was not just a result of the drugging; their frontal lobes had been primitively excised, losing the neural core of emotional exchange, and with some additional drug effects, they had become docile fools.

...

Brian now understood who these people were.

If he wasn’t mistaken.

They were likely the new generation of Mutants that the Bloodbath Gang had recently gathered from across the United States.

According to the words of Rob, who recruited online for the Bloodbath Gang.

Those he brought in were not highly educated and easy to deceive, not worrying about encountering danger.

Brian even suspected that these fools, upon discovering abnormalities in their bodies, probably thought they had undergone an Awakening to superpowers... and may have even boasted about it to the outside world...

No wonder the Bloodbath Gang managed to find so many in such a short time.

As for the goal, it was quite simple—to have them breed offspring.

Divine Revelation Type I Potion required the extraction of certain special components from the amniotic fluid during pregnancy.

These people, including the two guards Brian had killed, as well as the subsequent offspring they would bear, were all consumables.

...

It seemed like he pondered for a long time.

But in reality, only a few seconds had passed.

Brian had no time for reverie.

He approached his adoptive parents, pulled out two morphine injectors, and administered a dose to each of them.

A moment later.

The old couple’s focus finally regained some clarity.

"Who are you?"

The elderly woman recovered faster and upon seeing a man in a pig mask, she was so frightened that she kept scooting back, only to realize she was restricted; she could only cover her eyes with her hands, adopting the ostrich technique.

Seeing this.

Brian’s voice came out somewhat hoarse, "It’s me, Brian."

"Brian?", hearing the familiar voice, the old lady lowered her hands and then said with alarm, "Were you deceived by that demon Billy to come here? Leave quickly; he’s a madman!"

Seeing that her concern didn’t seem feigned.

The bloodshot in Brian’s eyes began to recede slightly.

He asked with confusion, "Why deceive me?"

Upon hearing this, the old woman’s lips quivered, not knowing how to explain, and eventually tears streamed down her cheeks as she dared not look into Brian’s eyes again.

"Hey."

The white-haired old man also returned to a lucid state.

He wrapped his arms around the old woman, looking at Brian with some guilt:

"I’m sorry, Brian.

We are just a very poor couple.

Fifteen years ago, your great-uncle Billy found us and gave us a large sum of money.

In exchange, it was to adopt you.

In our younger days, we lived too indulgently, which led to infertility.

The prospect of getting a large sum of money and having a beautiful child like you, we couldn’t refuse."

The old woman also choked up:

"You were very sensible.

You brought us a lot of joy.

Brian, we swear, our affection for you was real.

Except when it came to illnesses."

The old man wiped the corner of his eyes and nodded, "A year ago, your uncle suddenly found us and asked us to pretend to be sick to deceive you. We didn’t want to do it, so he threatened us with your life."

Brian fell silent.

He wasn’t stupid.

The moment he thought of resigning, he faced threats.

Not long after.

His foster parents both fell ill.

Too coincidental.

He just didn’t dare to think in that direction.

After a moment of silence.

With clarity returning to his eyes, Brian touched his foster parents’ haggard faces, "Was the addiction also contracted at the private sanatorium?"

The most potent and effective painkillers were actually narcotics, legal drugs.

But memories inexorably flooded into Brian’s mind, his foster parents had given him a great deal of freedom since he was young, just too busy with work, often traveling, and seldom spent time with him...

Brian forcefully suppressed these thoughts, unwilling to delve deeper.

...

Both nodded.

The old woman, touching Brian’s hand:

"Don’t blame yourself.

If it weren’t for you, we might have become homeless years ago due to a dissolute life, dead in some forgotten corner.

Your presence gave us a truly warm home.

It’s us who have wronged you.

Brian.

Don’t blame yourself."

The old man also nodded, "Brian, your uncle is a madman. He brought us here to lure you to come of your own accord. He is a humanoid beast, not a human at all. Leave quickly, don’t concern yourself with us, leave the United States, go anywhere, find a good wife, and live a happy life."

Upon hearing this, Brian felt at peace.

He was glad.

At least his foster parents truly loved him.

Instead, he had brought trouble upon them.

He looked at the two elders and shook his head, "I’m taking you both with me."

Just then.

Boom~

Accompanied by a grating noise.

The heavy door was pushed open forcefully by a thick, muscular hand.

A formidable figure, carrying a solid steel shield, emerged in the dungeon-like hell.

...

Upon seeing the newcomer.

The bloodlines that had dissipated in Brian’s eyes once again converged.

A surge of boundless rage.

He slowly stood up, his gaze icy as he stared at the figure at the entrance—Uncle Billy!

Billy curiously looked at the intruder wearing a pig mask, probing, "Brian?"

Brian pulled out the shotgun from his back, "Billy, long time no see."

"So it really is you!", Billy’s eyes filled with doubt, "Although I left a message for you at the sanatorium, the address wasn’t this place. How did you find it?"

Regarding the impressively sized shotgun in Brian’s hand, there wasn’t a flicker of concern in his eyes, as if it was merely a toy.

"Want to know?"

"Indeed, I am curious." Billy nodded, "Lately, too many people have been watching me, so I wanted your foster parents to trick you into coming to the farm. But when these old fools refused, I had to take time to personally make a move and bring them here."

"Why not come directly to me?" Brian was even more puzzled.

Billy sighed with a hint of lament, "Naturally, it’s because you are too useless. I originally thought you were the only one in our family as excellent as I am, but you disappointed me too much, failing even to receive the blessing of the Blood Moon."

Having said that.

He continued on his own:

"Do you know how high my hopes were for you at the beginning?

When I found out at the age of eight, you’d cunningly killed so many people, I was almost too excited to sleep.

You were born a Divine Favored.

To ensure your Awakening potential,

I found these pieces of trash to give you warmth at first, then forced the family to accept you, treat you favorably, to make you continue feeling the warmth of a family.

When you came of age,

I purposely let you join the forensic bureau to twist your spirit.

And when you wanted to escape, I’d come along with a group from the family, using aggressive threats to continue to provoke you, and then have your foster parents use an embarrassingly poor ruse to pretend to be sick, keep distancing you from the family people, causing you confusion, and destroying your last mental pillar!

But then.."

He looked at Brian with frustrated disappointment, "But you, the incompetent one, still did not Awaken."

Billy sighed,

"There’s no other way. The rest of the family is even more useless. Compared to them, you had more hope. So, I used those FBI fools to get my hands on Divine Revelation Type I Potion.

Originally, my plan was to intentionally arrange for Rechter to join your team, then find an opportunity for you to realize something was wrong, then let you find out about your foster parents, and force the you questioning your life to come here.

This level should have been enough.

But unexpectedly, you didn’t follow my script."

He took out a dark red vial and said solemnly to Brian, "Never mind. Brian, my nephew. Come, kill the sacrifices before you and then inject yourself with Divine Revelation Reagent to become a Divine Favored like me. The Kamor Family will once again be great because of our Divine Favored bloodline!"

Brian looked at Billy as if he were dirt, "Madman!"

He hesitated no longer and pulled the trigger directly!