"The Sequence 8 recipe I got is called 'Mourning Man', and the ingredients are..."

Jock told Malcolm the formula of 'The Mourning Man' completely. In his opinion, even if he cheated on it, it would be difficult to cause any loss to Malcolm.

This guy is cruel and shrewd, plus he is a supernatural being. If Malcolm can immediately tell the authenticity of the formula, then Jock is really asking for trouble.

'This old guy didn't even warn me not to lie, which shows that he has this confidence. Telling him honestly is the safest thing.'

After telling Malcolm the recipe for "The Mourning Man", Jock mentally affirmed his move again.

Malcolm was standing there at this time, looking thoughtful, as if he was studying the formula.

After a while, the corners of his mouth turned up, unable to conceal the joy in his heart. Jock vaguely heard Malcolm murmuring to himself:

"No wonder he refused to hand over 21 krypton to me happily. It turns out there is another reason behind it."

Malcolm looked at Jock again and said with appreciation: "Very good, you made a smart choice this time and didn't deceive me with lies."

He approached Jock and continued to ask: "This looks like the recipe for the 'Shadow' path. Have you ever seen anyone from the Necromancer Cult?"

'Shadow...Necromantic Cult...' Jock engraved all these keywords in his mind. He shook his head and replied:

"Joseph and I just discovered this accidentally on the black market. I have never met anyone from the Necromancer Cult. As for whether they deliberately distributed this formula, I don't know."

Malcolm seemed very satisfied with Jock's inference. He stroked the beard on his chin with his left hand and played with the dagger in his right hand. He lingered in front of Jock, as if talking to himself or discussing with Jock.

"It makes sense. The Necromantic Cult is one of the hidden sects that the eight major churches focus on combating. They want to spread their religion and spread low-sequence formulas and related materials through the black market. It is undoubtedly a very smart approach."

"Today, the minimum threshold for ordinary people to become extraordinary is almost monopolized by the Academy of Sciences and social factions."

"Compared with other low-sequence pathways, the Academy of Science's four major paths to the God of Science and Technology have no power at all without the support of the academy's technical equipment."

Speaking of this, Malcolm showed a mocking look on his face.

"Those perverted scientists have to transform the bodies of extraordinary beings step by step. Even if they reach a high level, it will be difficult to get rid of their dependence on them and gain true freedom."

"As for the socialists... haha...the abilities of those guys are hilarious...I just don't understand why there are such gods in the world."

'How dare this guy Malcolm mock God?! Socialist? It doesn't sound like the church...'

Jock asked tentatively:

"What is the lowest threshold for extraordinary beings?"

After hearing this, Malcolm stopped, looked at him and smiled:

"Little guy, it seems that you are just a wild transcendent who accidentally hit it. Well, because of your honesty just now, I would kindly remind you that the so-called Zhengshen Church... is not a good thing either!"

‘Why did he say that? Isn’t this guy a believer in the God of the Breeding of the Earth?’ Jock obviously did not expect that this guy Malcolm not only mocked the gods, but also insulted the church.

Malcolm lay on the sofa and said leisurely:

"In today's world, if you want to become a transcendent, the easiest way with the lowest threshold is to join the Academy of Sciences or the Socialist Faction."

"Unlike the traditional way of taking the magical medicine for promotion, with them, you only need to pass the assessment step by step, accept their transformation and professional training, and then you can move to a high sequence step by step."

"You don't have to look for formulas or risk your life to collect materials. Just listen to their words and the fitting ceremony will be arranged for you."

"There is no such thing as a free meal in the world." Jock interjected.

"Okay! That's a good saying! There is no free lunch in the world!" Milken laughed while sitting on the sofa, applauding what Jock just said.

"It's like I saw that you have the ability to snatch weapons from the air. In order to reduce my losses, I didn't come to find you directly. Instead, I called the police and asked the police to arrest you for me."

"How is it? You didn't expect it! The gang boss actually chose to call the police to protect his legitimate rights and interests."

The smile on Malcolm's face became even bigger.

"The key to this is what you just said, there is no free lunch in the world!"

"However, I am still a little disappointed. You are not as troublesome as I thought. When I called the police, I deliberately concealed your identity as a transcendent, but you did not kill a single policeman."

"Forget it, I don't blame you, that guy Brad is also a cunning old fox."

Malcolm stood up and walked towards Jock, and the fierce aura hit his face.

"Now that the doubts have been solved, it's time for us to settle another account."

Malcolm pulled out the dagger stuck in Jock's left eye.

Jock's whole body was trembling with severe pain, but he gritted his teeth and did not make a sound.

"Yes!" Malcolm smiled cruelly and wiped the blood from the dagger on Jock's chest.

"You killed two of my men, and it was the cruelest real death. As their boss, if I don't express my feelings, then no one will be willing to follow me, Malcolm!"

Until this moment, Jock still didn't understand that the police captain Brad clearly had a dirty deal with the hyena gang boss Malcolm.

"Kill me!"

Jock knew that he probably wouldn't make it out alive. He looked at Malcolm with his remaining right eye. The blinded left eye was bleeding continuously because the dagger was pulled out.

"Want to die? It's easy! But before that, we have to play the game."

Malcolm gently scratched Jock's body with a dagger, and the bloody wounds were shocking.

Jock remained silent, defending his last bit of dignity. His entire hair was soaked with sweat.

"Do you know? When a cat catches a mouse, the cat is happiest and feels most accomplished, not when it kills the mouse, but when it plays with the mouse and lets it experience the process of approaching death."

Malcolm slowly inserted the tip of the dagger into Jock's right cheek, while his left hand was still slowly rotating the handle of the dagger.

"And now, you will slowly experience this process, little! Old! Rat!"

"ah!!!"

Jock suddenly roared, and then used all his strength to sink his body suddenly. He only heard a "click" from his neck, and his whole body was like an animal hanging in a slaughterhouse, already lost.

vitality.

Jock actually committed suicide!

But Malcolm laughed!

He looked at Jock's body and seemed even more excited.

"Want to die? It's not that easy!"
Chapter completed!