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Upon hearing that the other party could instantly generate extremely high temperatures, Angers' expression turned serious as he scrutinized the newcomer.
Paul, forced to kneel on the ground, was already cursing Clyde Martin's ancestors in his heart.
This isn't just one mixed-race person, it's three of them!
Compared to Cao Han, who remained inconspicuous and clueless, the moment Paul turned his head to look at Angers, the scene before him seemed to transform into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, with the man in front of him standing atop the mountain of corpses, holding a knife in one hand and revealing a ferocious and terrifying smile.
If Paul hadn't realized he'd kicked a steel plate by now, then all those hundred-plus years of his life would have been for nothing.
Chapter 132 Obtaining Information
Are we just going to surrender like this?
That's absolutely impossible!
The question of why the power of words, which he was so proud of, had not worked on the young man before him was too hasty to ponder in time.
Paul didn't even care whether it would reveal that he was a "superman"; his golden eyes, brighter than the sun itself, shone from his pupils.
The power of his Alpha-level dragon bloodline surged within his body. In the face of this power, tearing apart tigers and leopards would be an easy task, and a confident smile returned to his face.
"Kid! I don't know why the Word of Power didn't work on you, but that doesn't change the fact that you're going to die by my hand."
His free right hand clenched into a fist and smashed down on Cao Han's head with a sonic boom.
At such close range, Paul couldn't help but imagine the young man's head being smashed like a watermelon, with red and white splattering everywhere, causing his expression to become ferocious.
Snapped--
The sound of flesh colliding rang out as expected.
However, the scene he had imagined did not appear, and Cao Han's body did not even tremble the slightest bit from beginning to end.
Paul's confident, deadly punch was intercepted halfway by another powerful arm.
With a puzzled look on his face, he turned to look at the owner of the arm, only to find that Angers, who had been lying next to Cao Han, had somehow gotten up.
Judging from Angers's seemingly amused expression, it was easy to tell that his opponent still had some strength left after blocking his full-force attack.
"Another Alpha-level hybrid! I refuse to believe you can be immune to my Word of Power!"
Paul felt he must have been careless in checking the almanac before going out this time. What he thought would be a simple task turned into a series of setbacks.
He just hadn't realized that he wasn't just hitting a wall, but had actually run into a steel plate!
"Principal Angers, don't have anything to do with him!"
Although Paul's fierce look was fleeting, it was easily seen by Cao Han, who had been keeping a close eye on him.
Instantly recalling the sudden change that had caused his entire body to become extremely hot, he immediately realized that this must be the effect of the other party's words of power.
Only someone with his freakish physique could remain unaffected by a height of over a thousand degrees. If the person in question were Principal Angers...
Cao Han, in any case, dared not gamble and could only sternly remind Angers.
Although Angers couldn't immediately understand what Cao Han meant, he still trusted Cao Han completely.
Believe first, then question.
The neural reaction speed honed through years of using the Word of Power: Time Zero is unmatched by ordinary hybrids.
In the nick of time, he withdrew his hand that had blocked Paul's punch.
Word of Power: Boiling... Boiling, boiling, boiling!
Cao Han felt intense heat inside his body... intense heat intense heat!
To Paul's astonishment, the continuous release of his Word of Power caused a significant drop in his physical strength, leaving him drenched in sweat and panting heavily, as if he had been completely drained.
And what happened to the other party?
He acted as if nothing had happened, accepting all the released incantations without question.
"A kettle!?"
The first time was too sudden and he might not have had time to process it, but after being hit by it one after another, Cao Han immediately understood the effect of the other party's words.
Its working principle is similar to that of a kettle, which heats the liquid inside.
Upon hearing those three words, Paul's face instantly turned a deep shade of liver; this was an absolute insult to his power of words.
But the other party gripped his arm like a vise, making escape a pipe dream.
"This guy's Word of Power effect is probably to heat the fluids inside the body to a temperature of thousands of degrees by touching them. Principal Angers, don't touch him, I'll handle it."
Cao Han briefly explained the effect of the man's words to Angers.
Little did he know that his words would have been better if he hadn't spoken. As soon as he did, Angers, who had been somewhat composed, suddenly changed his expression and looked at Paul with a serious look.
Temperatures exceeding 1,000 degrees Celsius?
Angers was certain he might not die, but being hit inside his body like that would definitely not be pleasant; at best, he would be seriously injured, and at worst, he would lose the ability to resist and become a lamb to the slaughter.
This explains why the other person deliberately fell down earlier.
His purpose was to get in touch with Cao Han... right?
and many more!
As he pondered, Angers finally realized something was amiss. Cao Han had been in contact with this guy's arm the whole time, and he was able to describe the effects of the other's words so clearly.
In other words, the fluids inside the body must have been heated to thousands of degrees by the effect of the Word of Power, but the person seemed completely unaffected.
He had always known that Cao Han's physical strength was abnormally strong, but he never expected it to be this extreme.
No wonder the assassin in front of me looked like he'd seen a ghost.
Angers thought about it and realized that anyone would be completely bewildered in this situation!
“You’ve been attacking for so long, it’s my turn to give you a blow.” Cao Han didn’t care what Angers was thinking, but focused on dealing with the “trouble” in front of him.
As the words fell.
Caught off guard, Paul was suddenly pulled by the force and fell in front of Cao Han. Then, at almost hand-to-hand distance, Cao Han clenched his left fist and slammed it into Paul's abdomen with a powerful, short-range strike.
This was the only skill Cao Han learned while taking close combat courses at the Kassel College.
The fact that the professor's teacher was a Black man is somewhat jarring, especially since the Black man claims to be a legitimate disciple of Bruce Lee, the founder of Jeet Kune Do.
"Uh--"
Paul let out a muffled groan, his eyes bulging like goldfish eyes, and he groaned in pain as if he were suffocating.
"Don't pretend. I controlled my strength. This punch will at most make you feel like your internal organs have been hit hard, but it will definitely not make you lose consciousness completely."
Cao Han looked at Paul, who was putting on an act, with a half-smile, directly exposing the other's pretense.
Surely you're not so naive as to think you'll be fooled so easily and let your guard down?
"you...!"
Once exposed, Paul could no longer pretend. He looked up and glared at Cao Han with venomous eyes. "Someone paid me to assassinate you."
"If you'll let me go, I'm willing to hand over this money and help you get rid of your employer."
When it comes to life, all that talk about a killer's professional ethics is utter bullshit!
Paul did not hesitate to betray Clyde Martin's existence, even using it as one of his bargaining chips to save his own life.
"Someone hired him?" Cao Han asked, his eyes filled with surprise.
It seems he overcomplicated things a bit, assuming this person was also an assassin drawn by the exorbitant bounty, but it turned out he was hired by someone with ulterior motives.
If someone hired them...
Frost Gattuso!
The first person that came to Cao Han's mind was the acting head of the Gattuso family, with whom he had just fallen out at the board meeting.
It's worth noting that the other party has a "criminal record," so it's not surprising that they would do it again after the first time.
And don't be fooled by the fact that the words of the person in front of you don't work on you; if it were an ordinary hybrid, they would have died eight hundred times over.
Furthermore, judging from the force of his punch and the dazzling brilliance of his golden eyes, his bloodline level is definitely not low, at least A-level or above.
It's important to know that mixed-race individuals with bloodlines of A grade or higher are considered absolute elites at Kassel College.
"Then tell me who hired you to kill me?" Cao Han narrowed his eyes and probed.
Paul shook his head: "I don't know the exact name, but the kid should be a local resident of this harbor town."
Oh right, that guy told me you broke his forearm.
A broken forearm?
That thug on the ferry!?
To Cao Han's amusement and dismay, it turned out that such an insignificant nobody, who wasn't even a mixed-race person, could afford to hire a mixed-race assassin of this caliber.
"Clyde Martin?"
“Yes, yes, yes, that bastard from the Martin family!” Paul nodded vigorously, looking very cooperative. “That kid paid me three hundred thousand dollars to hire me.”
That brat should still be waiting for the outcome on the roadside not far away.
"If you'll spare me, I'm willing to help you!"
Even in this predicament, they still couldn't resist demanding money, exaggerating the amount from over 300,000 to 300,000, while completely ignoring the extra watch.
Having lived in this remote port town for so long, cut off from the world, he didn't realize that $300,000 was nothing in the eyes of these three men.
"No, no, no, I'm much more interested in you than these things!"
Cao Han wasn't interested in insignificant figures like Clyde Martin; he was more interested in the mixed-race person in front of him.
For example, the mysterious incantations that have appeared in the future incantation periodic table.
And what does the other party mean by "Alpha-class"?
"Interested in me...?" Paul's expression stiffened, unsure of what Cao Han meant.
"I'd like to know, without direct contact, will your words still be effective?"
"No."
"How about you briefly introduce yourself again?"