635 Caught
Yarin's POV:
I didn't expect to give myself away in such a place. I was annoyed and felt that these people were meticulous. They could find clues from an ordinary bird. No wonder they could sweep away their traces so cleanly.
"Cut the crap and kill him." Tilda glared at her companion. "If you want to study someone, go study the corpse. Don't get us into trouble."
"You're so heartless. We've worked together for so long. I thought you would at least have some basic patience with me!" Ram complained exaggeratedly, then looked at me with a smile. "Did you hear that, sir? It's a pity we can't get to know each other better. We're in a hurry!"
When he finished speaking, he pounced on me with a scalpel. I immediately scattered in all directions. Although I was not in human form, I still have a mortal body. The knife would still damage my flesh when it cut me.
After missing my attack, he turned around and swung his blade at me. The others didn't stay idle either. Tilda took out her gun with a silencer and fired three bullets at me.
I really couldn't dodge this. No matter how fast I was, I couldn't be faster than a bullet!
Therefore, these three bullets all entered my 'body'. Although I didn't bleed, the gunpowder still burned a large part of my flesh. The pain made me unable to move for a while.
After exhausting my stamina, I couldn't even maintain my mimicry anymore. My flesh and blood gradually contracted and condensed. A few seconds later, I returned to my human form.
"Wow, that's amazing…"
Ram looked at me with fascination and was strangely excited.
"Do we have to kill him? Could she really not take him with her? What a magical creature. He is like an ancient god in myths!"
Tilda approached me, raised her gun, and said coldly, "Don't be silly. When you return, there will be plenty of test subjects to waste in the laboratory."
Ram had already grabbed my arm and lifted me. I struggled unwillingly. "But no one can be like him, right? Bring him back! Many people would be interested in him. The boss also liked to keep small pets of supernatural races, didn't he?"
Tilda wanted to say something more, but Marty suddenly said, "Ram's right. We've got to take him with us."
Ram immediately became smug, but Marty ignored him. "Don't you know him? He's more useful to us than any werewolf in this city."
"Just who is he?" Ram asked.
"It seems you guys don't pay attention to the Moonlight Festival. The streets and alleys are broadcasting the Moonlight Festival." Marty lifted my face with his old and cold fingers and smiled. "Right? Prince Yarin?"
I heard Ram and Tilda exclaiming in disbelief. My entire body trembled, and I felt as if my entire body was on fire. It was so painful that I couldn't speak.
I didn't know what was wrong with the three bullets that had entered my body. Not only were they not expelled from my body, but they were also buried deep in my body and scattered everywhere as if they had suddenly come to life.
They were melting and disintegrating, spreading to every part of my body in an even smaller form, bringing endless pain.
"He's a prince? What prince? The prince of the werewolves?" The cold barrel of the gun lifted my face in place of her fingers. Tilda studied me for a while and said in disdain, "He's just a little kid. The werewolf clan sent him to monitor us. What a joke."
"I don't think his compatriots know he's watching us." Marty laughed. "You snuck out, didn't you? You wanted to be a little hero, so you came."
I didn't say a word, afraid that I would no longer contain the hatred in my heart once I opened my mouth.
However, now was not the time to completely fall out with them. The police and soldiers had yet to arrive. I had to do my best to delay them here.
Now that things had come to this, it was impossible for me to find other suspects. I couldn't let go of these three ducks.
"So we can bring him with us?" This was all Ram cared about. He even took the initiative to carry me on his shoulder and shouted excitedly, "There's nothing better than this. In the werewolf legends, the royal family is always related to their goddess by blood. Will this make this child a little different from ordinary werewolves?
"You can study it," said Marty. "But don't kill it like you did in the past. Only a living prince can make the queen hesitate."
Tilda put away her gun and asked, "Where should I hide him?"
"Just wait here for us to take him with us."
"Before that, we have to do something," Tilda said to Ram. "Cut off his hands and feet, sprinkle some silver powder, and don't let him escape."
Ram laughed as he raised the scalpel and was about to do as she said, but the pain in my body so tortured me that I didn't even have the strength to open my eyes.
Heller, Lily, Dad, and Mom.
'I thought that no one could do anything to me, but who knew that in the end, the problem was still me…'
Ram cut off my hands and was about to deal with my feet when there was a commotion outside.
The gunshots immediately made everyone nervous.