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"Let's talk about it first." Zach no longer cared about what other people in the room were thinking. The redness in his eyes faded. This was just a statement to show that he had an absolute advantage. Zach was not going to waste his strength. "Whitey did not join you." Club, right?"
Jason stared at Zach, acquiescing.
Zach smiled and nodded, "I checked your house." Zach said without any apology on his face, "It looks like you have been dating for a long time. How long have you lived together? Half a year, a year? "
"Seven months."
Zach raised his eyebrows, "So his personality change was not because of you, but because he heard about Blake's project from you two weeks ago, right?"
"What the hell is he doing..." Several of Jason's friends around him shouted to protect their friends. But these people are just human backgrounds to Zach. Zach impatiently raised his finger to signal them to be quiet. Of course, the sharp nails protruding from his fingertips were what really worked.
"You, how did you..." Jason looked at Zach in surprise.
Zach tilted his head, "I met Blake. He went to see you and wanted to make sure you were okay. As for the time, it was Mrs. White, the sad but caring mother who told me."
Jason frowned and looked away.
Zach didn't care what Jason was thinking, "Blake's project is a good project, right." Zach smiled, "I think you are all very willing to help Blake, of course this was before. But .And then you join here, Fight Club, and everything changes, right."
Jason's eyes returned to Zach, angry. Zach was right.
Zach curled his lips and looked at Wes. "Wes, tell me what you can think of now about this club. What reason did they use to let you join?"
In the short period of time, Wes saw Zach using his own blood to heal the injured people, saw Zach's red eyes, and saw Zach's fingertips that could stretch freely. Not to mention the reviewer Ai Li who never stopped trying to escape from the beginning.
So Wes very wisely answered this question that he didn't know was still human, "anger at the world." Then he glanced at the middle-aged man, Bob, who had been standing at the bathroom door since Zach came in. These are his exact words.
Zach followed Wes' line of sight and looked at the middle-aged man. After recalling it, his voice matched. He was the one who reminded Eli to send Jason to the club. But Zach was not interested in his name, "Then, how are you going to deal with this 'anger against the world'?"
Bob frowned, not knowing how to answer. Because like he promised Wes, they hit. Fight, use bodies to collide and destroy each other to vent. Perhaps they themselves are not aware that by repeating this kind of venting with the magical power to instantly heal their wounds, they have begun to think that this is the right way to deal with the world.
There is no brainwashing more depressing than this! This can only lead to tragedy.
Zach didn't wait for an answer, curled his lips, and looked back at Jason. "Your club fights the world with violence and destruction, this barbaric way." Zach answered his own question, forcing Jason who was trying to look away to face him, "And Blake used law and human rights. , a civilized way. Completely opposite to the club way. Am I right?"
"What on earth do you want to say!" Jason glared at Zach, "Don't act like you know everything!"
Zach raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "I know everything." The vampire shrugged, "Every battle, every recovery, all the anger, all the pain, all gone. Whether the world is right or wrong It feels so good to just compete with fists." He patted Jason's face, "And Blake's project." Zach made a deliberate expression of contempt, "How boring, it looks like it will be painful and long The process was, well, annoying.”
"You..." Jason's face turned red with excitement, but he didn't seem to know what he was going to say. He only uttered a personal pronoun and then stopped abruptly.
Zach tilted his head and waited for a while, but did not hear the follow-up. He smiled and shook his head, "The violent and refreshing way, or the dull and unable to see the future. This is a very obvious choice. Those who insist on the latter are idiots. , he needs to use his fists to make him see the reality clearly."
Jason frowned, and Zach stared at the young face, trying to analyze the other person's emotions. But Zach didn't gain much, and Jason seemed to have too many thoughts in his mind now, which made his emotions confused.
"I just need to confirm one thing." Zach looked at Jason.
"Not us!" Jason stared at Zach and said forcefully, using 'we' this time.
Zach looked around at the three people with heavy faces in the room and nodded. This was not what he was asking about. In a club where injuries can be healed, fights are not a serious matter because they have become a habit. But Zach would not put human nature in such a bad place, thinking that it was done by someone with the same attributes.
"Are you from your club?" Zach asked.
Jason pursed his lips and nodded slightly.
This is enough. When it comes to the end, Zach will use the real murderer to end Mrs. White's commission.
Zach looked at Eli, who was still desperately pulling the door open, "We'll talk about the rest later." Zach raised his eyebrows and smiled, listening to the sound coming from outside the room, "It won't take a while, James will be here." It’s quite slow.”
The door that Aili tried to pull open countless times was pushed open. The stranger still had a smile on his face, "This is it." He turned his head and saw Aili who was staring, "Aili! We are here, This is gold.”
"Finally!" Zach's figure flashed in the room, the two people had been pushed into the room, and the door was closed again.
The two people staggered to their feet in the room. Before James could see the people in the room clearly, he heard a voice that sent shivers down his spine.
"You're finally here, James." Zach reached out and put his hand over James' shoulder. The guy who just entered and didn't know his name was flicked on the back of his neck. There is no need for Zach to keep this guy who has nothing to do with Zach’s commission!
James' eyes widened suddenly, and without any time to think, James squatted down quickly, and his thick trouser legs were pulled up instantly. The silver dagger is already in my hand! As the body rotated rapidly, the arm was pulled back, and the semi-circular arc of silver light was directed towards the guy behind him!
In the silver light, Zach's afterimage turned in a circle and was behind James again. The soft stranger, Chester, fell directly into Zach's arms. Zach frowned, hugged the limp body tightly, got into a more comfortable position, and stared at the muscles in his back that were completely stretched. The back view of James. With an aggrieved voice, "James, is this your apology? I'm so disappointed."
The silver light once again drew an arc, and Zack took a few steps back helplessly, looking at James who was facing him, stabbing straight at him.
"Uh." Zach shook his head, shook off the obstructive stranger, and grabbed James' wrist. Rotate slightly and push hard. James let out a muffled groan, and his entire arm hung feebly on his shoulders and dangled.
Fighting a vampire in close combat, eh, this guy was messing around with Ravenci for nothing.
Zach directly grabbed James' chin, raised it without mercy, frowned and clicked his tongue. "What did you do? How did you end up like this?" Zach poked James' twisted face twice with his fingers to confirm that it was not makeup. He had no choice but to cut his arm again and didn't care. The other party refused. He pressed hard into James' mouth.
Amid James' struggling whimpers, Zach glanced at Wes and said, "Believe it or not, we have a friendly relationship."
Wes frowned. When James suddenly attacked, his intention to help only lasted for a moment, "Who are you?"
"Zachary Grande, the owner of the funeral home." Zach pressed James' head, glanced at Jason, and quoted No's words, "An amateur police competitor."
Wes pursed his lips and looked at his friend James. Just like Jason, the bruises and swelling on his face began to disappear, and the James with that attribute was back. It was only then that Weiss confirmed that he was safe in this room. I have to say, he was relieved.
"Let me go!" James pushed Zach's arm away. As soon as he recovered, he went to pick up the dagger he just dropped. Zach frowned, touched James' collar directly, and threw him on the bed. Disgusted, he picked up the dagger on the ground with two fingers, looked at it twice, and opened the door.
"Kim! Throw this thing away!"
Zach stretched out the door and loosened his fingers holding the dagger. A thick vermilion object swept across the door, and the dagger flew to an unknown destination. Zach closed the door and Eli gave up and tried to escape.
James glared at Zach fiercely, threw himself next to Chester, checked his breathing, felt that his pulse was still there, and glared at Zach fiercely, "What do you want to do!"
"Save you." Zach said directly, "You already need to apologize to me three times, I will remember it."
"Talk to you - mother -..."
Zach flicked James on the head, "Quiet."
James curled up on the ground with his head in his hands. Wes hesitated for a while, then stepped forward to pull James up and moved aside. His eyes asked what was going on, but James, whose eyes were red because of the pain and full of tears, could not convey any expression.
"Now." Zach looked at the people in the room with a smile, "Everyone is here." Zach's eyes fell on Eli, "Tell everyone what I am thinking."
As if he wanted to explain what he said, Zach scanned the room again, and finally landed on Wes and James, "This guy can read minds." The vampire smiled, "You heard that right, he can read minds. Heart. So, your identities have been exposed a long time ago, Weiss, think about it, did you think about this mission before I came? "
Wes looked at Zach, then at Eli, with wide eyes, and finally looked at James.
James stared at Zach, with a sense of helplessness in his reddish eyes. Wes confirmed that what Zach said was true.
Zach shrugged, "Not only did you think about it, you also thought about James, so the identities of the two of you were exposed together." Zach pointed at Eli, "And this guy has already informed the club, uh..." Zach Ke looked at Jason and the others.
"Well, what do you call the founder of a club? It can't be a saint."
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