CHAPTER 435: CHAPTER 435: THE ONLY WAY

Logan Vance looked down at the Fragrant Bone Wood that Vincent Vance had tossed aside and stepped on it, turning it instantly into a puff of powder, dissipating in mid-air.

"Did you really think my things would fear this stuff? Let me tell you, the reason I spared your life back then was just to let Maxwell Vance deceive May Morgan over here without a hitch. Hahaha, Vincent Vance, you thought you could always turn misfortune into fortune, right? Let me tell you, you know nothing about the Poisonous Insect Technique. This time, I’ll make sure you die with clarity!"

After saying this, he lightly waved his arm to command a vine as thick as a python to quickly wrap around Vincent Vance, suspending him in the air.

Vincent Vance struggled with all his might, but the vine was incredibly strong, making escape impossible from these ghostly things.

After capturing Vincent, Logan had no intention of killing him immediately, but instead let the vine lift him out of the villa and slowly carry him outside the main gate.

Director Lawson was taken aback at the sight of Vincent’s body, wrapped and suspended in mid-air by the vine.

"Mr. Vance, why are you here?"

Vincent wanted to speak, but the suffocation in his chest was so intense, he couldn’t muster the energy to breathe, much less respond to Director Lawson.

Seeing Vincent inside the villa, Director Lawson hesitated to take any rash action. Just then, the bomb squad members he had called arrived and asked for his next move. Seeing Vincent in such a state, Director Lawson was momentarily at a loss.

The vines continued to rampage, many of them no longer simply entangled around the building but starting to spread outward. If this weren’t the sparsely populated suburbs, these vines might have already harmed ordinary humans.

Even though they won’t roam freely, leaving them here isn’t an option. Blowing it up is the only solution, but before doing so, they must first rescue Vincent Vance.

At this critical moment, the taxi carrying May Morgan sped towards the scene.

From afar, the taxi driver saw a large ring of police cars and was too frightened to drive any closer, stopping a kilometer away from the villa.

"Miss, something seems to have happened up ahead, I can’t drive in. You’ll have to get out here," the driver nervously said.

The driver knew it wasn’t good to abandon his passenger midway, so after helping May Morgan out, he left without even asking for the fare.

Looking at the sea of police cars in front of her and the terrifying vines waving about in the villa in the distance, May Morgan understood that Maxwell Vance hadn’t deceived her this time.

If he didn’t deceive her, that meant Vincent Vance was inside.

But what were all these police doing here? Did Maxwell call the police? If he did, then why call her over to help?

Without thinking too much, May Morgan quickly made her way towards the villa.

As she approached the police line, the officers on the perimeter noticed her and hurriedly tried to shoo her away: "Miss, this is no place for you, leave quickly."

May Morgan quickly told the officer, "Officer, my husband is in danger inside, I must save him."

The officer sized up May Morgan but showed no sign of allowing her through: "Even so, you can’t go in. Do you know what’s in there? We will be responsible for rescuing your husband, please leave now."

May Morgan stubbornly shook her head and said to the officer, "I know what’s inside. The vines have been enchanted with the Poisonous Insect Technique, which is why they’ve become deadly weapons. Tell your chief I have a way."

"You?"

The officer looked at May Morgan skeptically, then turned to glance at the strange and increasingly rampant vines behind him, his face grim.

The terror of these vines, though not directly felt from outside, was evidenced by the stream of injured people being carried out, making their power clear.

This frail-looking girl, who seemed to have trouble even walking, could she really control these terrifying vines?

Seeing his doubts, May Morgan pulled an injection syringe from her pocket and, without hesitation, jabbed it into the artery in her arm.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

As May Morgan suddenly withdrew the syringe to draw her own blood, the officer was alarmed and rushed to stop her.

But May Morgan acted quickly, and in the blink of an eye, had filled the syringe with her blood.

"Officer, my blood can suppress these vines’ attacks. Take it to your chief and see if it works. If it does, please let me in."

With a serious expression, May Morgan handed the syringe to the officer, who accepted it skeptically but decided to try it out.

"Alright, wait here. I’ll be right back."

With the intention to test it, the officer quickly took May Morgan’s blood inside and handed it over to Director Lawson: "Director Lawson, this was given to me by a strange girl outside. She says it’s her blood and it can restrain these eerie things."

Director Lawson, hearing this, took it with curiosity, just as a vine suddenly lunged in from the sky, aiming straight for him.

Because no one had been focused on the sky or anticipated such a long-distance attack, when the vine got close, Director Lawson and the others were caught off guard.

Fortunately, Director Lawson’s reflexes were sharp, and although a bit flustered, he managed to dodge the attack, but the syringe in his hand fell to the ground.

The vine’s first attack failed, and as it moved to strike again, it touched the syringe. Suddenly, as if shocked by electricity, it recoiled swiftly, never daring to approach again.

Seeing this, Director Lawson’s eyes lit up. Quickly, he retrieved the syringe filled with May Morgan’s blood and excitedly instructed those beside him, "Someone, sprinkle this blood on the vines and see what happens."

Upon hearing this, those present promptly took the syringe from Director Lawson’s hand and sprayed some of the blood on the nearby vines.

Once the vines were splattered with May Morgan’s blood, they shrieked in panic. In no time, the once rampant vines withered into dried twigs, devoid of any threat.

"Great, the blood works!"

Though all were atheists, skeptical of such strange things, the evidence before their eyes left no room for disbelief. Seeing the blood’s effect, everyone excitedly turned to Director Lawson, waiting for his next decision.