Instant Suppression (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival)

"Mo Lin." As the blond man uttered this name, his mouth curled into a grin, revealing a pair of sharp canines.

His identity as a vampire was fully exposed.

"As one of the key figures who destroyed the ability transfer technology, many people are guessing that you actually kept a trump card for yourself."

So that was it.

Ever since Director Long had spoken those words to him, Lin Mo had guessed that someone would come looking for trouble.

The man before him obviously wasn't here specifically for him; they just happened to run into each other here.

Of course, a more accurate description would be that Lin Mo was waiting here to catch a hare, and this man was the hare that delivered itself right to his door.

Unfortunately, this hare still hadn't realized his true identity.

He merely extended an enthusiastic invitation to Lin Mo: "Lin, why don't you come back to Britain with me? Wealth, status, immortality... whatever you desire, our vampire race can provide."

"Oh? Is that so?" Lin Mo raised an eyebrow. "What if I want the Queen's crown?"

"Of course." The blond man didn't hesitate, appearing incredibly sincere. "As long as you nod, it can appear at your bedside tomorrow."

"And what if I want to be a Prince of you vampires?"

"That's no problem either! The seats of the Thirteen Clans are waiting to be filled. We can arrange the highest level of the Embrace ceremony for you."

Damn it.

Did he have to be this sincere?

These conditions were simply too generous.

Without finding this guy's weak point, it was really hard to utterly crush his spirit.

Lin Mo instantly lost all interest in continuing the conversation and waved his hand.

"Forget it, this is boring. Let's just fight! I'll beat you up first, then ask all my questions."

Before his voice completely faded, Lin Mo's raised palm abruptly pressed downward!

Boom!

An invisible, mighty force poured down from the heavens. The air instantly solidified like molten iron, and a terrifying pressure crashed down on the blond man like a towering mountain!

The smile on the man's face instantly froze, replaced by unprecedented horror!

He felt as if he were being squeezed by an invisible giant hand, every bone in his body groaning under the overwhelming burden!

"Mothxxfuxx!!"

A curse mixed with anger and fear blurted out from his mouth.

"The intel is wrong! This guy is too tough! It's a trap, retreat!"

The next second, the blond man's body suddenly disintegrated with a muffled popping sound.

It wasn't a scene of flying flesh and blood, but something much more bizarre—every inch of flesh that made up his body transformed into hundreds of palm-sized, blood-red bats!

"Squeak—!"

Piercing shrieks tore through the night sky. The hundreds of blood-red bats scattered like an exploding swarm of bees, crashing frantically in all directions in an attempt to escape this domain of death!

However, within the array, everything was just meat on the chopping block.

"You've all turned into little bats, and you still want to run?"

Lin Mo raised his hand out of sheer boredom and formed a hand seal with one hand, his movements as casual as brushing dust off his clothes.

"If I let you escape, wouldn't my array be wasted?!"

Before he even finished speaking, those blood-red bats fleeing desperately toward the sky, the streets, and the rooftops seemed to slam headfirst into invisible glass walls.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

They suddenly stalled in mid-air and then exploded one after another.

Poof! Poof! Poof!

There were no screams, only clouds of blood mist blooming in the air, which were then quickly dissolved and devoured by the power of the array, not even leaving behind a trace of the scent of blood.

Out of hundreds of bats, only a scattered dozen or so remained in just two or three seconds.

The rate of attrition was still accelerating!

The surviving bats were completely panicked. They no longer tried to break through the invisible barriers, but instead flew blindly in different directions in despair, trying to find even a sliver of a chance to survive.

At this moment, his consciousness was attached to every single bat, and his heart was filled with nothing but endless horror and roaring.

The intel was wrong! Completely wrong!

How was this just a target to be wary of? This was clearly a monster wearing human skin! This level of power was at least SS-class!

I must escape!

I must notify the Clan Council to immediately abandon the operation against this man, and they must evacuate immediately!

However, the moment this thought arose, he felt an irresistible, mighty force squeezing in from all directions.

Space itself seemed to be clenched by an invisible giant hand, forcefully squeezing the few remaining bats into one spot.

In the end, only the most solid blood-red bat remained, imprisoned within a fist-sized orb of spiritual light, unable to move.

Lin Mo slowly stepped forward, reached out a finger, and poked the orb of light with great interest.

The bat inside the orb tumbled around awkwardly from his poking, looking completely miserable.

"Wow, what a cute little bat. Where are you rushing off to in such a hurry?"

Lin Mo's voice carried a hint of teasing, as if he were playing with a disobedient pet.

The bat inside the orb struggled violently, and its terrified voice rang out from within: "Let me go! Please let me go! I can give you everything you want! Wealth, status, immortality! As long as you ask, I can... I can satisfy you!"

"Oh?" Lin Mo raised an eyebrow. "Sounds tempting, but you seem to have misunderstood one thing."

The smile on his face grew even brighter, but the words he spoke made it feel as if it had plunged into an icy abyss.

"Right now, whatever I want, you have to give!"

"Besides, did I ever say I wasn't immortal?"

As his voice faded, a strange purple glow slowly lit up deep within Lin Mo's eyes, resembling two profound whirlpools.

The purple light didn't shoot out explosively; rather, it carried a bizarre suction force that instantly seized the bat's eyes.

Its will was instantly dragged into a purple nebula. The vampiric mental strength it was so proud of was as fragile as paper in the face of this power.

In merely a fraction of a second, the bat stopped struggling and floated quietly within the orb of light.

So much for the noble vampire race; in the face of absolute power, they were no different from ordinary humans.

Soul-searching worked well on anyone.

"Speak. What's your name, and what's your background?" Lin Mo's voice flattened out, devoid of any emotion.

"My name is Albert. I belong to the Ventrue Clan and work for Britain's Secret Intelligence Section 10," the bat's mouth opened and closed, emitting a mechanical voice.

"Secret Intelligence Section 10? MI6's little brother?" Lin Mo chuckled softly, finding it somewhat comical. "Tell me about your mission this time."

"Secret Intelligence Section 10 issued a mission. A Philosopher's Stone was stolen in Britain, and the target was locked onto a returning man named Billy Chen. Our mission is to find him and retrieve the Philosopher's Stone."

Philosopher's Stone?!

A warhead used to strike the Dragon King?!

Or a cheat item for alchemy?!

If I clap my hands together, will whatever I call out appear?!

However, Lin Mo still asked, "What exactly is this Philosopher's Stone?"

"The Philosopher's Stone is a sacred relic condensed from the blood of our ancestor Caine. It can drastically enhance the user's power and repair all injuries."