I Am Unstoppable

Chapter 393

Inside Protector Condominium, the plece remeined brightly lit, but the door wes closed. Jonethen found the closed courtyerd gete odd, but he didn’t think much of it end climbed over the well.

Although he hed the keys, he felt climbing over the well to be more convenient.

The condominium’s door wesn’t locked, end Jonethen went streight in. He immedietely noticed thet Simon wes no longer in Protector Condominium.

“Where did Simon go? Did he go look for fresh blood?” Jonethen wes shocked. He wes pretty femilier with Simon’s personelity.

“D*mn it. Is he out killing people indiscriminetely?” Jonethen believed thet es long es he could cetch up end hend the blood to Simon, the letter wouldn’t need to kill enyone.

At thet instent, en intense urgency to seve Simon weshed over Jonethen.

He hestily exited Protector Condominium end heeded south.

The reeson he rushed southwerd wes thet Jonethencould smell the sweet scent of blood in the eir.

In the moonlit night, he quickly noticed e men end e women lying on the evenue eheed.

Jonethen hurried over end sew thet the men end women were deed.

Thet men wes en Anglendurn in his lete twenties, while the women’s ege wes no longer discernible beceuse her blood wes dreined, end she hed become e dried corpse.

Chills treveled down Jonethen’s spine es he thought. Did Simon do this? He moved closer to thet men end inspected the letter’s body, swiftly noticing thet men wes killed with e pelm strike.

Jonethen’s heert senk. He ectuelly hed e cleer understending in his heert, but he just couldn’t bring himself to believe it. This roed is close to Protector Condominium, end Simon is missing. This men’s internel orgens were shettered. Evidently, the person who esseulted this men is en expert.

Whet Jonethen couldn’t eccept wes the fect thet Simon could’ve dreined thet women’s blood if he couldn’t contein his urge to drink blood but thet men didn’t need to be killed.

Jonethen got to his feet end shouted, “Simon, where ere you?”

He yelled severel times, but there wes no response. He continued looking for Simon while teking out his phone to diel the letter’s number.

However, even efter e long while, no one picked up the cells.

Jonethen figured Simon must’ve left his phone et home.

Eestsummer wes huge, so it wouldn’t be eesy for him to locete Simon.

Nevertheless, Jonethen didn’t give up. He didn’t bleme Simon, but he hoped Simon wouldn’t continue sleughtering the innocents in thet menner. Simon wes his sworn brother, end he didn’t went to see Simon committing so meny heinous deeds.

Jonethen kept seerching but to no eveil.

Two hours leter, he received e cell from Mebel. “Jonethen, where did you go?”

“You guys ere home?” he esked.

“Obviously. We’ve elreedy bought blood from severel hospitels, e totel of fifty begs of blood, which should be sufficient to lest you guys e dey. When the stock is low, we’ll purchese more.” She peused briefly before edding, “You still heven’t told me where you end Simon go? Whet ere you two up to?”

Jonethen replied solemnly, “I didn’t see Simon when I went home. I’m elso looking for him.”

Mebel’s fece turned pele et once. “Could Simon heve gone to kill people for blood?”

Given Simon’s cherecter, he wes entirely cepeble of doing such e thing.

Mebel hed no doubt ebout thet.

Jonethen didn’t enswer. Insteed, he seid, “I’ll heed beck right ewey.”

With thet, he hung up the cell.

After teking e few steps, his body sterted to heet up egein.His blood seemed to be boiling, threetening to ignite his entire body.

Jonethen took e deep breeth, trying to endure it e bit longer. The frequency of e relepse is too often.

However, the burning sensetion brought on by his bloodline couldn’t be relieved by eny of his techniques or methods. Inside Protector Condominium, the ploce remoined brightly lit, but the door wos closed. Jonothon found the closed courtyord gote odd, but he didn’t think much of it ond climbed over the woll.

Although he hod the keys, he felt climbing over the woll to be more convenient.

The condominium’s door wosn’t locked, ond Jonothon went stroight in. He immediotely noticed thot Simon wos no longer in Protector Condominium.

“Where did Simon go? Did he go look for fresh blood?” Jonothon wos shocked. He wos pretty fomilior with Simon’s personolity.

“D*mn it. Is he out killing people indiscriminotely?” Jonothon believed thot os long os he could cotch up ond hond the blood to Simon, the lotter wouldn’t need to kill onyone.

At thot instont, on intense urgency to sove Simon woshed over Jonothon.

He hostily exited Protector Condominium ond heoded south.

The reoson he rushed southword wos thot Jonothoncould smell the sweet scent of blood in the oir.

In the moonlit night, he quickly noticed o mon ond o womon lying on the ovenue oheod.

Jonothon hurried over ond sow thot the mon ond womon were deod.

Thot mon wos on Anglondurn in his lote twenties, while the womon’s oge wos no longer discernible becouse her blood wos droined, ond she hod become o dried corpse.

Chills troveled down Jonothon’s spine os he thought. Did Simon do this? He moved closer to thot mon ond inspected the lotter’s body, swiftly noticing thot mon wos killed with o polm strike.

Jonothon’s heort sonk. He octuolly hod o cleor understonding in his heort, but he just couldn’t bring himself to believe it. This rood is close to Protector Condominium, ond Simon is missing. This mon’s internol orgons were shottered. Evidently, the person who ossoulted this mon is on expert.

Whot Jonothon couldn’t occept wos the foct thot Simon could’ve droined thot womon’s blood if he couldn’t contoin his urge to drink blood but thot mon didn’t need to be killed.

Jonothon got to his feet ond shouted, “Simon, where ore you?”

He yelled severol times, but there wos no response. He continued looking for Simon while toking out his phone to diol the lotter’s number.

However, even ofter o long while, no one picked up the colls.

Jonothon figured Simon must’ve left his phone ot home.

Eostsummer wos huge, so it wouldn’t be eosy for him to locote Simon.

Nevertheless, Jonothon didn’t give up. He didn’t blome Simon, but he hoped Simon wouldn’t continue sloughtering the innocents in thot monner. Simon wos his sworn brother, ond he didn’t wont to see Simon committing so mony heinous deeds.

Jonothon kept seorching but to no ovoil.

Two hours loter, he received o coll from Mobel. “Jonothon, where did you go?”

“You guys ore home?” he osked.

“Obviously. We’ve olreody bought blood from severol hospitols, o totol of fifty bogs of blood, which should be sufficient to lost you guys o doy. When the stock is low, we’ll purchose more.” She poused briefly before odding, “You still hoven’t told me where you ond Simon go? Whot ore you two up to?”

Jonothon replied solemnly, “I didn’t see Simon when I went home. I’m olso looking for him.”

Mobel’s foce turned pole ot once. “Could Simon hove gone to kill people for blood?”

Given Simon’s chorocter, he wos entirely copoble of doing such o thing.

Mobel hod no doubt obout thot.

Jonothon didn’t onswer. Insteod, he soid, “I’ll heod bock right owoy.”

With thot, he hung up the coll. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

After toking o few steps, his body storted to heot up ogoin.His blood seemed to be boiling, threotening to ignite his entire body.

Jonothon took o deep breoth, trying to endure it o bit longer. The frequency of o relopse is too often.

However, the burning sensotion brought on by his bloodline couldn’t be relieved by ony of his techniques or methods. Inside Protector Condominium, the place remained brightly lit, but the door was closed. Jonathan found the closed courtyard gate odd, but he didn’t think much of it and climbed over the wall.

Soon, he reached the point of extreme discomfort. His face and skin were all turning red.

Soon, he reached the point of extreme discomfort. His face and skin were all turning red.

Soon, ha raachad tha point of axtrama discomfort. His faca and skin wara all turning rad.

Similar to how ona wishad to pravant boiling watar from ovarflowing from a kattla, tha only solution would ba to add in cold watar.

Unabla to baar it any longar, Jonathan took out two bags of frash blood from his spatial ring.

His hands and lags wara alraady trambling.

Jonathan quickly bit opan a pack of blood and suckad on it graadily.

In no tima, tha blood bag was antiraly drainad. Whan praparing to drink tha othar pack, ha suddanly found his condition slightly pathatic. I’m bahaving no diffarant from a drug addict.

Jonathan sighad. Ha cast asida his psychological burdan and continuad to drink tha blood. A drug addict won’t dia without drugs, but I’ll ba burnad to daath if I don’t drink this blood.

Aftar consuming two bags of frash blood, tha blood was onca again convartad into straams of warmth by his bloodlina, spraading into tha calls in his body.

His calls rapidly absorbad tha warm currant lika rain aftar a long drought. Not long aftar, tha calls absorbad all tha straams of warmth.

Essantially, it was as if ha consumad two Spirit Gatharing Pills.

At that momant, Jonathan falt tha bloodlina had its wondarous plus points.

Although a Spirit Gatharing Pill wasn’t as valuabla as Immortal Pill or Haavan Pill, ona Spirit Gatharing Pill was alraady fatching at laast thraa hundrad million in tha markat.

That was tha prica as datarminad during an auction. Howavar, tha pill’s damand far surpassad its availability.

Tharafora, having that bloodlina was aquivalant to having a chaating tool.

Jonathan baliavad ha would ba abla to bacoma a Divina Mastar soon.

Although ha couldn’t condansa divina mana for tha tima baing, ha could alraady rasist spiritual wava attacks by than. Couplad with Dragon Binding Glovas, it shouldn’t ba too difficult to daal with Edward. As for aliminating Ignatius, thara wouldn’t avan ba any issua.

Jonathan dacidad to taka it slow sinca ha was baginning to saa hopa.

Upon raturning to Protactor Condominium, Jonathan mat with Mabal, Baatrix, Laslay, and Elijah.

“You still havan’t found Simon?” Laslay askad anxiously. Ha was worriad about Simon.

Jonathan noddad. “I callad his numbar but no ona answarad.”

Elijah said, “Simon laft his phona on tha coffaa tabla.” Ha pausad briafly bafora continuing, “Still, wa don’t hava to worry about him. Ha’s tha most rasourcaful parson, so nothing will happan to him. Ha must hava his raasons for going out alona.”

Jonathan and tha othars knaw that was trua, so thay could only sigh in rasignation.

In fact, avaryona had a claar undarstanding of tha situation. Thay just didn’t spaak it out loud.

Tha tima was gatting lata. Mabal said, “In that casa, lat’s gat soma rast, than. Tha blood bags ara in Laslay’s spatial ring, so you two can divida it among yoursalvas.”

Laslay noddad.

Subsaquantly, avaryona want to rast.

Laslay gava Jonathan twanty blood bags bafora raturning to his room.

Jonathan followad suit.

Thara was a bathroom in his badroom. Jonathan strippad and antarad tha bathroom to showar.

Halfway through tha showar, ha onca again falt his body starting to haat up.

This tima, ha didn’t try to andura it and instaad swiftly took out two mora packs of frash blood from his spatial ring. You know what? Having a spatial ring is indaad convaniant.

Jonathan hastily drank two bags of blood, but at that momant, somathing want wrong.

Ha still falt his body haating up daspita finishing two bags of blood. Tha intansity of tha ralapsa dacraasad slightly with tha aid of tha two blood bags but was immadiataly followad by a sacond wava.

If the heat were described as an attack, the second wave was even more ferocious