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Cao Han hadn't expected the other party to be so cooperative, so he naturally tried his best to extract as much useful information from them as possible.
“My name is Paul Fisher, and I am 186 years old…”
"Wait! How old did you say you are?"
"186 is old."
"You're not lying?"
"Don't dare!"
hiss--
Cao Han deduced from the other person's expression and actions that they didn't seem to be lying, so if it was true...
Thinking of this, he subconsciously looked at Angers and Elizabeth beside him. At this moment, the shock on their faces was no less than that on Cao Han's.
Especially Angers, at the age of 130, is considered quite old even among mixed-race individuals.
As it turns out, there's always someone stronger than you!
The middle-aged man in front of me was actually 186 years old, nearly two centuries old, making him a living fossil in the world of mixed races.
But then I thought about it again and it seemed a bit off. If he had really lived for so long, there was no reason why the other party wouldn't recognize Principal Angers.
It's worth noting that Hilbert Jean Angers was a renowned figure in the Western mixed-race community during his youth.
"You say you're 186 years old, then why don't you recognize Principal Angers?"
"Why would I know Principal Angers?" Paul was visibly taken aback, but then he instantly realized what was happening, and a name suddenly surfaced in his long-dormant memory. "Are you talking about Hilbert Jean Angers?"
"Yes."
"I've heard of that. That brat is a member of the Secret Party, and his Word of Power is Time Zero. It's said that he once carved out a formidable reputation for the Secret Party throughout the West with just a knife in his hand. But these are all hearsay. No one knows how much of the rumors are true without having seen it with their own eyes."
Anyone else calling Angers "kid" might be doing it on purpose, but it makes perfect sense for Paul, a 186-year-old man, to call the 130-year-old Angers this.
"I've said everything I needed to say, and I've answered all your questions. Shouldn't you keep your promise and let me go?"
"When did I ever promise to let you go?" A cruel smile crept onto Cao Han's face.
He's not the kind of person with "saintly syndrome" who would do something as foolish as letting a tiger return to the mountain; eliminating the threat completely is his style.
"mean!"
Feeling completely fooled, Paul Fisher's face changed drastically, and he roared in fury.
Realizing that he might die from kicking the steel plate this time, he no longer hesitated, gritted his teeth fiercely, and disregarded the fact that his left arm was still in Cao Han's hands.
hiss-
The sound of flesh being torn apart rang out, and in order to escape Cao Han's control, Paul had no choice but to cut off his tail like a gecko to survive.
Between losing an arm and losing his life, he chose the latter without hesitation.
Having lost his left arm, Paul also managed to escape his captors' control. Even a second's hesitation would be disrespectful to his severed arm. He endured the intense pain and tried his best to escape this deadly place.
But will reality really grant him his wish?
That would be a gross underestimation of what are perhaps the two fastest speedsters in the world.
Trying to escape from a hybrid with super-fast incantations?
Cao Han shook his head inwardly, thinking that sometimes intelligence is truly innate and doesn't improve just because someone lives a long time.
Before Paul could take his second step, he felt a pair of strong hands slap his shoulders, and the sudden, astonishing force made him lose control of his body.
Paul's bloodline, comparable to S-class, might have given him a physical strength that would be considered formidable among mixed-race individuals, but it was nothing compared to Cao Han.
Bang!
Paul crashed onto the beach, kicking up a cloud of sand that hindered Cao Han's next move.
Unfortunately, Paul also lost the strength to continue running. When he was hit, he was also dizzy and disoriented, with a buzzing sound in his ears and everything in his vision becoming blurry.
"I always felt that Old Deng's appearance was very strange, and that he was hiding some kind of secret."
"I think so."
Angshen, who was a step too late, nodded in agreement with Cao Han's guess.
In their view, Paul's answer and performance just now were full of contradictions.
I had heard of Angers' great name, but I didn't recognize him when he was right in front of me. He seemed like an old relic that had been isolated from the world for a long time.
"I'm good at fighting and killing, but using torture to extract confessions is not my forte."
"The advantage of living a long life is that you have enough time to delve into more things, and I happen to know a little bit about them."
Immediately, the two foxes, one big and one small, looked at each other and smiled.
Chapter 133 The Blind Student, I Discovered the Key Point
Inside the heavily guarded ancient castle.
Cao Han was surprised that the three of them had returned to this place less than an hour or two after they left.
After all, they couldn't interrogate Paul Fisher in public, and someone needed to clean up the mess that had just happened on the beach.
After much deliberation, Angers finally found an elderly monk and borrowed manpower and a place from him.
"Harris will take my place in the past."
It would be a lie for the old monk to say he wasn't interested in a hybrid with an S-rank bloodline hidden on his own territory.
However, he valued his life more than keeping secrets.
Choosing to settle for second best, they lent the castle to Angers and sent their trusted confidant Harris.
“Principal Angers, Elizabeth School Board Member.”
“You’ve come, Harris.”
With a cold expression, Harris acted as if everyone owed him tens of millions, deliberately ignoring Cao Han's presence when they greeted each other.
It's clear that he still harbors some resentment towards Cao Han for what happened at the board of directors.
Cao Han shook his head, not minding at all.
"I……"
Paul Fisher, who was forcibly pressed into a chair and tied up, subconsciously swallowed hard as he looked at the lineup opposite him. He felt that his future was bleak.
He regretted that he should not have been so blinded by greed and agreed to Clyde Martin's proposal.
Cao Han and Angers never avoided talking to Paul along the way, so Paul was well aware of his situation at this moment.
"How can I be sure you'll let me go after I tell you the secret? Since I'm going to die anyway, why should I let you off easy!"
“Even if we promise you anything, you probably won’t believe us, so you can only gamble that we will keep our promise, Paul Fisher. You don’t have any other choice, do you?” Cao Han turned the tables on his opponent.
The situation, resembling a trial before three judges, was a great mental torment for Paul.
Every second, he felt excruciating pain from the arm he had torn off with brute force.
Angers himself bandaged the wound.
It can only guarantee that you won't die from excessive blood loss in the short term; it's hard to say what will happen in the long term.
"If I remember correctly, you previously said your bloodline rating was Alpha?" Angers suddenly asked a seemingly unrelated question.
"Yes, it's worthwhile to use ancient Greek characters as a system for classifying lineage."
“You said ‘we,’ not ‘me,’ right?” Angers revealed a cunning smile, like that of a fox.
Hasn't this "breakthrough" appeared?
Paul, realizing he'd been tricked into revealing information, was taken aback for a moment before feigning composure and saying, "It's not exactly a secret; I used to be a member of the Freemasons."
Don’t say that!
Don’t say that!
It has to be that the two old men have things in common!
Angers had indeed heard of the Freemasons when he was young. He remembered that they were active on the battlefields of World War I and had recruited a considerable number of mixed-race people who were deeply involved in the war.
It remains unclear why this organization subsequently disappeared from the mixed-race community.
Fortunately, the thoughtful "head steward" Norma promptly sent Angers and Cao Han relevant information about this "Salvation Freemasonry".
The specific members of the organization can no longer be found. There is only a group photo that seems to be of the core members, in which a young man who looks about 70% like Paul Fisher can be found.
This confirms that the other party is a Freemason.
Most of the remaining items are deeds performed by members of the Freemasons during their active period, which are now impossible to verify.
What comes next is the real highlight.
"Tell me why you came to Portofino. I advise you to think carefully before answering this question. I don't believe that an S-class hybrid would choose to come to such a remote town and live in anonymity without any reason."
When Angers entered serious mode, a sharp and piercing aura, like the edge of a sword, emanated from him.
“It’s not about hiding under an assumed name.” Paul’s throat bobbed, and after thinking for several seconds, he continued, “Strictly speaking, it’s not just me, but the entire Freemasonry community is on the run from being hunted down.”
Chase?
Angers and Cao Han exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of surprise and confusion.
To be fair, the fact that Paul Fisher, an "S-class" hybrid, was a member of this organization suggests that the Freemasons were quite powerful in that era.
Then the problem is coming!
What kind of immense power or strength could possibly be needed to hunt down an entire organization, forcing them to ultimately choose to disband and disperse, each going into hiding under assumed identities?
And the fact that it had been buried for over a century is an exaggerated level of exaggeration.
Sophisticated lies are often composed of 90% truth and 10% falsehood.
Only in this way can the other party not easily judge whether it is true or false. Similarly, that 10% of lies are precisely the most crucial and valuable part, far exceeding the 90%.
Cao Han shook his head inwardly, no longer paying attention to the verbal exchange between Angers and Paulo.
Everyone has their own expertise, and he was still better at asking questions with his fists. He then lowered his head and browsed with great interest the information about the Freemasons that Norma had sent to his phone.
It must be said that this organization was truly "full of talent" at the time, and its core principles and philosophies were quite similar to those of his Monster Hunter Association.