Chapter 1673: Plotting Against Each Other, and Loyalty and Gratitude
Sometimes, the easier it was to talk to someone, the more they suffered.
The moment Luke expressed his dissatisfaction, the other party immediately changed their tune.
The truth was that in front of Chris, this Hydra branch chief, the Yashida family was nothing.
Hydra didnât have to give the family face if it didnât want to.
Whatever the case, Chris represented Hydra.
It wouldnât be easy for him to take down the family, but it wouldnât be hard for him to make things difficult for them.
The reason why the research institute had asked Chris to be its intermediary was because he had government connections in Japan which he could use to get information on the Yashida family.
Otherwise, the research institute wouldâve long abandoned Chris.
On the other hand, Chris was interested in the instituteâs research results.
Unless he wanted to squeeze the Yashida family dry of a billion dollars some day, it was useless to him.
In short, the family was just potential prey, and couldnât even be considered an opponent.
Crossing his legs, Luke sipped his black tea.
The classic Japanese courtyard in summer was quite elegant.
On the other side, two people with ulterior motives were plotting against each other.
One of them was the old and emaciated Shiro Yashida.
The other was a middle-aged bald man with several scars on his face â he was the person in charge of the secret research institute.
They didnât spend a lot of time probing each other.
They had tested the waters in the last meeting, and both parties were aware that Shiro Yashida wouldnât last much longer.
Sometimes, aging was worse than cancer, because it was irreversible.
At some point, the old man would start feeling the countdown.
It was very hard for young people to understand the despair of feeling life slipping non-stop from their bodies.
Most people didnât realize how heartless the passing of time was until they were at least 30 or 40 years old, and watched their parents grow old and ready to pass at any time.
After getting down to business, both parties ironed out the final details of their agreement.
Shiro Yashida wanted the detailed data from the treatment, and wanted his men to personally observe the treatment process.
As for the core data and tests, of course, Yashidaâs people didnât have any demands.
After all, the bald, scarred man wouldnât agree to such an outrageous request.
But even if it was just the main data and tests, it was still deeply related to the bald manâs secrets, and he couldnât agree to it.
Ten minutes later, the baldie suddenly shut up and tilted his head, as if he was listening to something.
Shiro Yashida was puzzled. âMr. Shredder?â
Shredder came back to himself and smiled. âOh, what is it?â
Shiro Yashida was suspicious. âI hope you understand that safety is a prerequisite for any treatment. If you wonât let my medical team know anything about it, I wonât accept this treatment, since it might instantly kill me.â
Shredder turned his head. There was only a young blonde woman in the room. She was wearing a white coat and was checking Yashidaâs physical condition via the monitoring equipment.
He nodded. âYes, I agree.â
Yashida was stumped. Was he giving in?
However, Shredder continued, âSo, you donât have to make a choice. Just accept it.â
At the same time, there were screams from the guards outside.
Shiro Yashidaâs heart jumped, and his hand twitched on the bed he was lying on. âMr. Shredder, what is the meaning of this?â
Shredder said calmly, âIâll make you immortal, but the price you have to pay for it is loyalty.â
As he spoke, four extremely skinny âpeopleâ opened the door and walked in.
They dragged in the bodies of the eight bodyguards that had been outside with both hands, leaving heavy trails of blood in their wake.
Yashida narrowed his eyes. âWhat do you want?â
Shredder smiled and opened a box.
Inside the box was a tiny syringe filled with a dark red liquid. âAfter you use my âtrue blood,â youâll thank me like the most loyal of servants.â
Yashida said coldly, âDonât you mean a slave?â
Shredder didnât think much of it. He picked up the syringe and walked over. âIf thatâs what you think, very well.â
Looking at the old manâs expression, he felt that he had everything under control, and explained casually, âDo you know vampires? This is how they create their own âfamily.â One drop of their true blood is enough to make an ordinary person immortal.â
Yashidaâs eyes flickered, but he sneered. âSo, youâre just the minion of a vampire?â
Shredder chuckled. âOf course not. I sucked dry the vampire who gave me the true blood, and I was freed after he died.â
As he spoke, he was already standing next to Yashida. He inserted the syringe needle into the old manâs arm, and dark red blood flowed into it.
Yashida didnât resist.
Shredder wasnât surprised.
The old man was so old that it was hard for him to move. His condition was just a little better than being completely paralyzed.
Besides, if he wanted to live, it wasnât impossible for him to become someone elseâs dog.
As a mixed-blood who had grown up in Japan, Shredder was well aware of this fact.
This was an arrogant yet self-effacing, deferential yet crazy people.
Their arrogance and deference were just for show â instead, it was in their nature to be self-effacing and crazy.
Looking at Yashidaâs indecipherable expression, Shredder frowned and suddenly felt that something wasnât right.
But he didnât dwell on it.
Like special effects in a movie, Yashidaâs old and wizened face filled out at a visible rate.
He closed his eyes and his body shuddered as he groaned every now and then.
Less than ten seconds later, he turned from an old man to a middle-aged man, and finally to a man in his twenties.
Finally, he opened his eyes, which were dark red.
Shredder said, âYou can get up now.â
Instead, Yashida reveled in how his body brimmed with vigor. âIt is indeed amazing. Thank you, Mr. Shredder.â
As soon as he said that, the bed under him suddenly enveloped him and he disappeared.
Stumped for a moment, Shredder then sneered. âI order you to come out at once and kneel in front of me.â
But⊠nothing happened.
Shredder frowned. He sensed nothing wrong with the power for controlling his minions.
However, Yashida didnât appear.
Shredderâs face darkened. âTake apart the bed.â
The bed that Yashida had been sleeping on looked like a platform. Shredder suspected that there was a secret passage underneath it.
A vampireâs control over their minions was still affected by distance, and would basically be useless beyond 50 meters.
If Yashida was quick to run, he would indeed be out of Shredderâs range of control.
As long as he lay low in the future, the old man might really be able to live freely.