Glanwhite said: "She is a full-fledged wizard with complete education, excellent grades, strong combat ability, and proficient in dueling techniques and various types of magic."
"More importantly, she possesses an extremely comprehensive magical knowledge system, essentially a mobile mini magic library."
The uniformed man listened silently, tapped his fingers lightly on his knee twice, and asked:
"How could Bloren be willing to let go of such talent? It must be difficult to train her."
Glanwhite scoffed: "She is a wizard, training her naturally falls to the magic school."
"But when you've been in a place like that for a long time, even originally loyal warriors can become alienated, start questioning their stance, questioning the righteousness of the organization."
"Don't you guys have that kind of brainwashing magic?" the man asked. "Didn't use it on her?"
"We did."
Glanwhite said regretfully: "Unfortunately... she must have learned some magic to protect her brain, the memory couldn't be thoroughly modified, there are always some residual fragments interfering with her."
"No matter how strong the combat ability, how profound the knowledge, these are all tools. What's the most important thing about a tool?"
He asked and answered himself: "It's convenience, it's loyalty."
"She is now not a very convenient tool, before a backlash happens, Mr. Bloren can only choose to maximize her usefulness."
Glanwhite touched Abigail's cheek somewhat regretfully, softly said:
"What a foolish girl... She knew the organization had memory-modifying magic, why bother learning ways to protect memory?"
"If not for this, we would still be colleagues now... Actually, I kind of liked her, she was one of the few from our place whom I could entrust my back to..."
The uniformed man showed a mixed sense of disdain and understanding, mocked:
"No wonder your Scourers can survive for so long under Magic Congress's pursuit. You discard your people faster than throwing out trash, don't you?"
Glanwhite was utterly unmoved by this mockery, as if the other party was merely commenting on today's weather.
He calmly pursued the matter: "Now then, the terms of the trade..."
The uniformed man didn't immediately respond. He pressed his ear, listening to instructions from the other side of the communication.
Glanwhite watched his movements, slightly dazed.
Currently, Muggles don't have such convenient and lightweight communication tools. The one used by the other party is actually like theirs, expensive communication peas.
People from Prometheus are all Muggles; their communication peas come from past transactions with Bloren.
And the Scourers' communication peas...
Glanwhite's gaze fell on the unconscious Abigail.
Back then, it was Abigail who went to purchase that batch of supplies. She used Apparition and Portkeys, traveled to several countries to buy the amount Bloren required.
The uniformed man lowered his hand.
"You will get what you want," he said. "Sir will meet with Mr. Bloren tomorrow morning to discuss this cooperation..."
He faltered mid-sentence.
Outside the carriage, the quiet night wind was suddenly torn open.
First, there were several short shrill screams, followed by heavy, tooth-grating "bang! bang!" thuds, seemingly as bodies fiercely collided with metal, shaking the entire carriage a few times.
The two inside the carriage instantly tensed their bodies, Glanwhite's gaze sharpened, his hand instinctively reached for his waist.
The uniformed man also stood up abruptly, for the first time showing a look of uncertain suspicion, quickly peering out through an observation hole on the carriage wall.
...
Moonlight poured like water onto the desolate street, but suddenly several thick clouds drifted over, blocking the moonlight.
A few meters away, a dark shadow slipped in like a ghost from the corner shadow of the street, moving so fast it left only a blur.
The first bodyguard didn't even have a chance to see the other party, a precise and fierce punch rose sharply and hit the jaw!
"Crack!"
A tooth-grating crisp sound drowned in the night wind.
The bodyguard didn't even make a sound, his eyes flipped and he directly fell limp to the ground.
Almost simultaneously, the attacker spun half like a top, his left arm swept back like an iron whip, his elbow breaking through the wind, and smashed heavily into the temple of the second bodyguard trying to draw his gun.
"Bang!"
The two-meter tall figure fell heavily to the ground.
Someone jumped down from the front passenger seat, holding a gun pointed at the opponent, ready to fire without hesitation.
But before he could pull the trigger completely, that black shadow had already slid in front, delivering a heavy punch!
"Boom——!"
The strong man's body flew out in an instant, his whole body slamming against the carriage, then softly dropping onto the cold ground, silent again.
Glanwhite abruptly pushed open the car door, transforming into a pale shadow, and charged towards the man with a speed far beyond that of a normal person.
The Vampire's fist whistled through the air, aiming directly at the man's face.
However, the man merely tilted his head slightly and precisely dodged the attack, while his elbow hammered towards Glanwhite's ribs like a sledgehammer.
Bang!
The Vampire let out a muffled grunt, staggered back several steps by the immense force, with the pain of fractured bones emanating from his ribs.
A flash of red glinted in his eyes, and his body suddenly exploded into a mass of black mist, with dozens of black bats screeching sharply as they swarmed out of the mist, attacking the man in a frenzy!
As the man reached out to swat at the bats, one of the bats skillfully approached him, suddenly transforming back into human form, and a cold glint stabbed towards his chin!
"Got him!"
The moment he struck, a certain thought arose in Glanwhite's mind.
This blade would pierce directly from under the man's chin, right through into his brain!
"Ding!!!"
In the silent night, a crisp metallic clink suddenly sounded.
Even with the Vampire's rich combat experience, he couldn't help but be momentarily stunned.
At that instant, with a "puff", a tri-edged military spike pierced through the Vampire's heart!
"Argh—!"
Glanwhite let out a deeply pained groan.
He staggered backwards, incredulous as he watched the cold military spike, sticky with blood, slowly retract from his chest, and his body went limp, kneeling down.
His eyes were still filled with shock.
"You... how could you..."
The metallic taste of blood surged up his throat, drowning the rest of his words.
Glanwhite didn't understand, this man had been barehanded all along, where did this deadly military spike come from?
If it had been just the heavy blow of a fist, given a Vampire's physique and recovery ability, even if all his bones were shattered he might not die.
But now...
Just as his consciousness was fading, Glanwhite heard the violent roaring of a truck engine from behind!
—They were going to escape!
As this thought flashed through his mind, the man suddenly moved—
"Puff—!"
The slender military spike directly pierced through the tire, carving out a long gash, causing the truck that had just started to speed up to lurch sideways, its body collapsing.
Amidst the ear-piercing screech of friction, the vehicle only rolled out a mere few meters before wobbling and crashing into the curb, nearly flipping over.
The driver's side door was thrown open, and the driver stumbled out, trying to get up and flee—
"Bang!"
The man flicked his arm, sending something flying through the air, and a burst of blood blossomed on the driver's head.
And just at that moment, as the man's hand waved, the dying Glanwhite finally saw the source of the deadly weapon—
It had actually been stabbed directly from beneath the skin of the man's forearm!
No wonder he hadn't noticed the man's weapon before... This military spike had been hidden in the attacker's arm all along!
At that moment, a gap opened in the clouds, and the descending moonlight finally illuminated the man's face.
This face... This face was not unfamiliar to Glanwhite; indeed, every Scourer had to remember his appearance.
In the Scourers' internal data, he was marked as one of the highest-level threats...
Heir of the Witch Pure Party, Braun.
A hoarse leaking sound escaped from Glanwhite's throat, each syllable accompanied by blood foam, the extreme shock even surpassing the intense pain of a chest wound.
He felt as though he understood something, but greater confusion overwhelmed him, fixing his stare on the man as if waiting for an answer.
Soon after, the shock in the Vampire's eyes solidified into dim ash, his lifeless body fell to the ground, the last vestiges of life completely dissipating.
Yet he still stared wide-eyed at the gloomy sky.
Braun then strode over, without hesitation, opened the back door of the truck.
At the same time—
"Crack!"
Inside the truck, Abigail was astride a man's back, just in time to twist and break the man's neck, her sharp gaze turning to look!