Dragon Raja 2; Chapter 134: Bloodline Contract (8)

Dragon Raja 2

“I’m not going to continue enduring this humiliation,” Andrew said, striding back to the investigation team’s table. “Next, I will submit to the jury evidence that cannot be dismissed!” He looked around the hall. “Chu Zihang’s blood sample!”

The vice principal was stunned.

“Have they not realized Chu Zihang had his blood washed?” Finger asked in a low voice.

“Although I believe they’re lacking in intelligence, being this ignorant makes me a little worried…” the vice principal leaned closer to Finger, whispering, “The blood sample didn’t get out, did it?”

“All destroyed—not a drop left.”

Parsi carried a medical freezer to the center of the hall and placed a piece of quartz glass on a small table. He opened the freezer, revealing a transparent vacuum tube stuck in the dry ice, containing a blood sample that appeared black, like crude oil.

“The evidence we are about to provide involves an experiment, which carries a certain degree of risk, so please do not come near me. It is well known that dragon blood has a strong corrosive effect on human blood. Sometimes this effect can strengthen the human body, like how mythical heroes gained invincible bodies by bathing in dragon blood. However, in most cases, dragon blood is highly toxic to humans. Hybrids with high-risk bloodlines have similar characteristics in their blood—uncontrollable, searing ‘blood of evil’ that reacts violently with human blood.”

The director of the Department of Genetic Biology nodded first among the department heads—this was textbook knowledge, though very few people could obtain fresh dragon blood and human blood for experiments.

Parsi held up the vacuum tube. “This vacuum tube contains a blood sample I drew directly from Chu Zihang, which I immediately sealed and kept at low temperatures until now. It has not been opened. Chu Zihang, is that correct?”

“Yes,” Chu Zihang replied.

“And this blood sample,” Parsi held up another quartz tube, “is pure human blood, extracted from a blood bank, whose origin can be verified. Now, we will each take a drop of the blood samples and let them come into contact with each other.”

He took a drop from each sample using a pipette and placed them on the quartz glass. There was a curved groove in the middle of the quartz, and the two drops slowly approached each other along the groove. When they met, it was like oil and water—they did not merge, only slightly sticking to each other. Parsi suddenly stepped back, and in an instant, bright red burst across the quartz glass, like ink splattered carelessly, or a flower blooming in midair, or a fountain of red spraying forth. The intensity of the reaction resembled sodium being dropped into water, and the fine liquid threads splashed onto the table left pitch-black streaks.

Everyone stood up in shock.

“Damn! How is this possible?” The vice principal was stunned. That reaction was indeed unique to Chu Zihang’s blood—the same experiment he and Anjou had personally conducted.

In the central control room, despite the ongoing hearing, a team from the Execution Bureau was on duty, monitoring information worldwide.

A young member of the Execution Bureau was refreshing a website repeatedly—Hunter’s Market. The college had always kept this site under surveillance, and since the last incident, that surveillance had been strengthened.

Today, everything seemed normal. Most of the bounty missions seemed unremarkable, mainly involving illegal artifact transactions, some requesting exorcisms, and others inviting people to dive and explore the ruins of Atlantis. Hunters had to be thick-skinned; otherwise, spending all day on this forum, watching all sorts of illegal and illogical things happen calmly, might make one feel as if they weren’t on Earth.

A bolded title had been pinned to the top of the forum. It had been posted just a few minutes ago, but there were already seventy replies—an unusually high number for this forum.

The young man glanced at the post and started trembling. He didn’t even have the courage to open it and read its content. He instinctively pressed “F5” to refresh. Within just a few seconds, the replies had exceeded a hundred.

The website suddenly slowed down—undoubtedly, this information was spreading through fiber-optic cables at an astonishing speed across the globe, with countless users opening this post on their computers. The massive concurrent access was overloading the server.

This terrifying post could be a nuclear explosion in the hybrid world.

Parsi silently returned to the table, leaving behind the nearly scorched experimental platform. There was no need for words to convey how dangerous that blood sample was—the experimental effect was shocking.

The vice principal looked grim. He was an expert in alchemy, and he knew that such an experiment couldn’t be faked—that was blood refined through “Blood Rage” technology, extremely unstable. But how had the blood sample been leaked?

The tenured professors gathered together, whispering. The experiment had shaken them. They couldn’t ignore the potential danger—perhaps that silent student, Chu Zihang, had blood flowing through his veins like aqua regia, ready to transform into a Death Servitor at any moment.

The students exchanged glances, while Chu Zihang remained expressionless in the dock.

“Who can guarantee that the blood sample came from Chu Zihang?” Xia Mi suddenly stood up. “No one saw the blood collection process, right? Maybe you just added some concentrated nitric acid. Why don’t you draw the blood here and now?”

“Because he’s had a blood transfusion! It takes the human body a month to fully regenerate its blood. By treating him like a critically ill patient and washing all his blood, the evidence could be completely erased!” Andrew shouted.

“If his whole body had this kind of blood, wouldn’t it have exploded during the transfusion when it came into contact with normal blood? Then how could he be sitting here?” Nono also stood up.

A moment later, the Lionheart Society students revived, and applause thundered. The joint attack by the two beauties was indeed a killer move—if Chu Zihang’s blood reacted so violently with fresh blood, how could a transfusion have been performed?

The vice principal bared his teeth slightly. He knew exactly what had happened—Anjou’s methods were insane. He had indeed drained all of Chu Zihang’s blood and replaced it with fresh blood, and Chu Zihang’s body, enhanced by Blood Rage, had been strong enough to endure the half-hour of absolute anemia.

“How the transfusion was done is still unclear. But don’t worry! We have more evidence!” Andrew slapped the table. “Eyewitness testimony! Let’s ask Chu Zihang’s classmates whether he is truly, as described by the college, a disciplined, obedient student—or if he is, in fact, a potential tyrannosaur?” He pointed at Caesar. “I hope the tenured professors will accept the testimony of the Student Union President, the outstanding A-Rank student Caesar Gattuso!”

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