192: Chapter 192 Countess, I'm going to pull your tooth!
"Snap!"
A dull thud echoed.
Isabella didn't even see Chen Yuan move.
The speed she prided herself on was like a baby taking its first steps in slow motion before those eyes, which were as dark as an abyss.
That long, powerful hand, like a bolt of black lightning, instantly pierced through her defenses. It clamped tightly around her slender, fair neck, forcing her entire body against the marble fountain behind her.
The massive impact caused the fountain's water jet to abruptly stall.
Water splashed everywhere.
"Ugh—"
Isabella let out a pained groan as her back slammed into the hard stone carving, her bones emitting a groan of their own under the unbearable pressure.
She struggled desperately. Those sharp bone claws, capable of easily tearing through steel plates, scratched frantically at Chen Yuan's arm, yet they couldn't even scratch the surface of his specially-made tactical trench coat.
Chen Yuan's grip was like a hydraulic clamp.
Without a shred of gentleness, he pinned her firmly against the stone pillar.
"Not bad speed. Unfortunately, your strength is too weak."
Chen Yuan looked down at the stunningly beautiful face, now slightly distorted by pain, just inches away from his own.
Moonlight spilled over Isabella's pale, translucent skin.
To Chen Yuan, the two sharp fangs protruding from her mouth held no terrifying intimidation; instead, they appeared comically fragile.
"Let... let me go..."
Isabella squeezed the words out with difficulty from her throat, and for the first time, a flash of something called fear appeared in her crimson eyes.
She was an assassination commander of one of the Thirteen Clans of the European vampire race!
She had lived for three centuries and drained the blood of countless powerful individuals, yet she had never been toyed with like a chick being pinched by someone, as she was today!
"Let you go? Of course."
Chen Yuan chuckled, though his eyes were filled with cold mockery.
His other hand slowly raised.
The industrial-grade pliers, stained with a bit of machine oil and dark red blood, glinted with a chilling light under the cold moonlight.
"But before I let you go, I want to discuss biology with you first."
Chen Yuan gently pressed the cold metal jaws of the pliers against Isabella's cheek, which was trembling with terror. Following her perfect jawline, he slid them slowly all the way to her sharp fangs, which she prided herself on.
"Do you know, Countess?"
"From the perspective of modern molecular biology and genetic pathology, you so-called 'noble vampires' are actually nothing more than a group of pathetic, genetically mutated defectives."
Isabella's pupils contracted sharply.
"You... you're talking nonsense!"
"Nonsense?" Chen Yuan sneered disdainfully.
"Your fear of sunlight is because of a severe porphyrin metabolic disorder in your genetic chain. Ultraviolet rays directly destroy the porphyrin rings in your underlying skin, causing a fatal phototoxic reaction."
"You consume human blood because your hematopoietic stem cell function has severely degenerated, making you unable to synthesize the high-energy hemoglobin necessary for survival on your own. You can only act like parasites, relying on plundering the blood of other carbon-based organisms to maintain your bodily functions."
"As for your so-called 'Embrace' and 'Bloodlust' that you pride yourselves on..."
Chen Yuan applied a little force to his wrist.
The heavy pliers made a "click" sound as they firmly clamped onto the sharp, long fang on Isabella's left side.
The cold metal sensation instantly made the blood in Isabella's entire body freeze.
"That is merely a deep variant of the rabies virus, combined with the abnormal adrenaline secretion mechanism in your bodies, creating a pathological, violent craving."
Chen Yuan's voice was not loud.
But every word, every professional medical term, felt like a heavy hammer.
It slammed hard against Isabella's pride and faith.
Stripping away her "noble bloodline," which she had taken pride in for three hundred years, layer by layer like an onion, to reveal the ugliest and most pathological essence within.
"No... don't..."
Isabella's psychological defenses began to collapse completely.
She could accept defeat, or even death.
But she could not accept that her vampire identity, which she prided herself on, was being belittled by this Eastern man as nothing more than a group of virus-carrying genetic cripples!
Especially when those oil-stained pliers bit down hard on the fangs that symbolized her vampire status. That fear and humiliation, originating from the depths of her Soul, completely shattered her last shred of reason.
"Countess."
Chen Yuan leaned in slightly, his pitch-black eyes staring directly into her despair-filled ones, the smile on his lips as cruel and charming as a demon's.
"Your teeth are a bit too long; they don't really fit modern aesthetics."
"Let me pull them out for you, shall we?"
The jaws of the pliers tightened sharply.
"Crack—"
A slight, tooth-aching cracking sound.
"Ah!!! No!"
Isabella let out a shrill, piercing scream.
Tears instantly welled up and streamed down her pale cheeks. They were tears mixed with extreme fear and humiliation, washing away the last shred of pride she had.
She knew that this madman would truly, without hesitation, rip her fangs out alive!
"Scared?"
Chen Yuan did not apply force immediately.
He maintained the position of clamping the fang, like a patient hunter, enjoying his prey's struggle before death.
"Actually, not only can I drag you into a lab to slice you up for research, I can even..."
Chen Yuan paused deliberately, lowering his voice, his tone filled with a bewitching magic.
"Use my nanomedical technology to repair the defects in your genes."
"Allow you to walk in the sunlight again, and let you no longer need to survive like rats in the sewer, relying on drinking human blood."
Isabella's sobbing came to an abrupt halt.
She widened her crimson eyes and stared fixedly at Chen Yuan. Within them, besides fear, a fanatical light called "hope" flickered for the first time.
Walk in the sunlight?
That was an extravagant hope that no vampire dared to dream of! It was the most desired yet most desperate curse engraved deep within their genes!
This man... could he really do it?
"Conditions."
Isabella's voice was hoarse and trembling. She knew that the devil's gifts often came with the most expensive price tags.
"The condition is simple."
Chen Yuan released the pliers and tossed them casually onto the lawn.
He took half a step back, looking down at the once arrogant countess, his eyes filled with absolute control and majesty.
"Submit to me."
"Be my dog."
The night wind blew by.
The estate was deathly silent.
Isabella leaned against the stone pillar of the fountain, panting heavily.
Her dignity, her pride, her three-hundred-year-old noble bloodline.
Were completely shattered in the face of Chen Yuan's overwhelming force and highly tempting bargaining chip.
She slowly closed her eyes.
The two sharp fangs retracted bit by bit, finally disappearing beneath her red lips.
Then.
Under the cold moonlight.
This vampire assassination commander who shook the European underground world, Countess Isabella.
Lifting her dark red vintage dress, she knelt on one knee before Chen Yuan's slightly dirt-stained leather shoes, in humiliation and absolute devotion.