The healing had progressed more than halfway, and Wen Wen could clearly feel its speed slowing down.
When Wen Wen fed, he would give more or less depending on his mood, but the beautiful puppet’s feeding was always at fixed times and in fixed quantities.
He wouldn't let Tao Qingqing drink until she was full, nor would he let her blood energy be insufficient.
So, this time, with such a large-scale self-healing, his blood energy reserves were struggling to keep up, and the recovery speed had slowed considerably.
Of course, it had only slowed down slightly; at any other time, Wen Wen might not have even been able to discern it, but now he could feel it very clearly.
Because now, relying on just a wristband, he had truly gained all the abilities Tao Qingqing possessed!
No, it wasn't just her constitution anymore; he had completely transformed into a more powerful, male vampire!
Not only had his abilities changed, but some of the vampire’s peculiar habits had also been replicated.
Feeling the depletion of blood energy within him, Wen Wen looked at the remaining four men as if they were four exquisite meals.
He licked his lips, sniffed deeply, and exclaimed:
“Tsk, even you four ugly men look like top-tier beauties in my eyes now. This temptation is not something an ordinary person can resist. Fortunately, I can end this state at any time.”
However, Wen Wen did not end the state as he said he would. Instead, he flashed and lunged at one of the thugs, biting down on his neck.
Large amounts of blood flowed into Wen Wen's throat, allowing him to recover rapidly.
In just over ten seconds, the man's body had become somewhat shriveled. Wen Wen wiped his mouth with disdain and got up from him.
“This is the taste of blood,腥, salty, with a hint of iron… but there’s also an indescribable, wondrous fragrance that makes it impossible to stop.”
“Even though he was just a dirty, stinking man, his taste was surprisingly good.”
Only two thugs remained alive, plus Scarface, making a total of three. Looking at the devilish Wen Wen, they trembled in despair.
“Don’t worry, I’m not some bloodthirsty demon, and you’re not beautiful young ladies. After satisfying my needs, I won’t drain your blood.”
Wen Wen comforted the remaining three, easing their minds slightly, at least giving them hope of survival.
But soon, they discovered that Wen Wen’s words were utter nonsense.
His eyes turned crimson, and he fixed them on a thug’s eyes. The thug’s gaze instantly became dazed.
“Don’t you think living in this world is a waste of air?”
The thug mumbled to himself, “I’m such garbage… I deserve to die, to die.”
Then, he drew his small knife and plunged it into his own throat!
The muscles around Wen Wen’s mouth twitched, and he finally burst into laughter.
“The fully-fledged hypnosis can achieve this level? Not bad, not bad!”
The last thug and Scarface exchanged glances, realizing Wen Wen had no intention of letting them go.
In the face of despair, people either fight back or beg for mercy, and these two made different choices.
Scarface immediately knelt on the ground, repeatedly kowtowing to Wen Wen.
The other drew his small knife and roared as he charged at Wen Wen, intending to make a final desperate stand.
“Alas, what a headache. I’m not a demon either, I don’t like indiscriminate killing.”
Wen Wen casually grabbed the neck of the charging thug, saying with a slight headache.
The thug being held revealed a glimmer of hope for survival. If he didn't like indiscriminate killing, could he let them go?
*Crack…*
Wen Wen snapped the neck of the person in his hand.
Scarface’s body trembled, but he remained kneeling on the ground, not daring to look up.
“Unfortunately, the Association knows I was captured by you, and my current state is inconvenient for them to know about. So… I can’t let you go out and talk carelessly.”
“I won’t talk, please let me go,” Scarface pleaded servilely.
“We’re not children anymore. I won’t believe you if you say that,” Wen Wen squatted in front of Scarface and licked his lips.
“Then, what would you like me to do to prove myself?” Scarface asked, his voice trembling.
“I’ll help you change jobs!”
“What job?” Scarface asked, trembling.
“A job that’s better than dying.”
Wen Wen said with a smile, then twisted black chains slithered from his hands, binding Scarface and dragging him into the containment facility.
This time, the black chains were not moving sluggishly; ordinary people couldn't dodge them!
Wen Wen had other plans for Scarface; he wanted him to become a jailer.
Jailers, the lowest-tier beings in The Disaster Containment Facility, were completely obedient to the will of the Disaster Prison Keeper, forbidden from any form of resistance.
They could even be considered disposable. Wen Wen hadn't planned to recruit jailers, but Scarface was perfectly suited for the job.
Earlier, Wen Wen had mentioned finding a beautiful woman for Scarface, and he wasn't just saying it; he intended to give Scarface to Hu Youling!
After his actions, no one was left alive in the room except Wen Wen.
Wen Wen deactivated his state and looked at the mess, rubbing his forehead with a hint of distress.
“Although that state is much better than losing control, it’s still not entirely rational… but it’s alright.”
For Wen Wen, killing was not something difficult to accept. What he couldn't accept was killing without reason in a state of madness.
Therefore, even though he went on a rampage in his vampire state, it was still somewhat acceptable.
Moreover, even though this kidnapping operation was planned by Wen Wen himself, he wouldn’t let these thugs who had tormented him off the hook.
If he let them go, Wen Wen might even develop psychological problems.
He stroked his chin and entered the containment facility directly, finding Scarface standing bewildered outside the disaster zone’s cells.
As soon as Wen Wen appeared, he placed his hand on Scarface’s head. Black energy enveloped it, and as it dissipated, a black mark appeared on Scarface’s forehead—the mark of a Disaster Jailer.
“What… what is this place?” Scarface asked Wen Wen, kneeling on the ground in shock.
The monsters in the cells had completely shattered Scarface’s worldview. Ghosts, talking trees, eerie bug-men—what were these things…
“From now on, you are the jailer of the disaster zone. Your primary task is to take care of those monsters.”
Scarface’s face turned ashen, and he mumbled, “Take care of them…”
“That’s right, take care of them, give them food at fixed times and places, and satisfy their reasonable needs.”
Wen Wen called over the last remaining black silk beautiful puppet and said:
“From now on, she will be your superior.”
“You can consult her for the specific workflow. If you don’t perform satisfactorily, I’ll throw you into Cell Number Five, and that vixen will take good care of you.”
Upon hearing this, Hu Youling’s eyes lit up. She rushed to the cell door, gazing covetously at Scarface.
She had not been close to a man for so long.