One of the most basic uses that Lucas discovered was the control of his blood even when it entered another body.
That was why he created a body from his own blood for the Nogitsune; he bound him to it and was able to swallow him alive.
In that way, he killed him for real and absorbed his power.
Lucas then glanced at Robert and spoke, "Let’s leave the testing for the blood aside and concentrate on the matter at hand."
Although unwilling, Robert nodded and approached the wendigo. His previous fear seemed to vanish, and instead, an excited look emerged in his eyes.
"Don’t worry, I will be gentle." Robert smiled, and even the ferocious wendigo felt a chill throughout his body.
"Let me out!" He then started thrashing around even more; by now, he knew what they were after. Basically, he was going to become a lab rat.
"Kids these days..." Lucas shook his head, then put the mask on the wendigo’s face. Then he glanced at Robert. "They should learn how to behave."
’Aren’t you also a kid?’ Robert glanced at him with a speechless look as he thought to himself.
Not minding the look, Lucas patted his shoulder in encouragement and left.
••••
A week passed by peacefully, almost too quiet for the town of Beacon Hills.
In the meantime, Lucas tried to help Stiles figure out what kind of shapeshifter he became, but they still hadn’t progressed much.
Although Lucas thought of a way, it was to put Stiles in mortal danger, then his form would most likely show.
But he was sure that Stiles wouldn’t like that idea that much.
Another disappointing matter was Robert’s experiments; nothing was discovered yet, but that was normal since not much time had passed.
In the base, Lucas was listening to John’s report on how much growth their security business had.
"We managed to recruit another 50 people. Some were the hunters that were already on our side; now we have our own hunter team equipped with the best weapons." After finishing, John took a sip of the coffee and waited for Lucas’ feedback.
Lucas nodded as this was good news; now they had around a hundred men, excluding the pack of werewolves.
The buildings around him were basically surrounded by men armed to their teeth, and this was always the case, since they renovated a lot of rooms, making the men live directly here.
Lucas thought of another thing, money. Although he still had a lot, making more was a better way to sustain the business.
He then glanced at John and spoke, "Prepare for another round of Bitcoin investment."
"But it hit rock bottom, and all the investors say that Bitcoin is dead." John tried to reason with him. He was afraid that Lucas’ past achievements had gotten to his head and he really thought that he could see the future.
Lucas wasn’t swayed in the slightest by him. "Make ten different accounts, and invest 8 million dollars this time."
"What?!" John got up in shock and calculated what that money would buy. "That’s basically 20% of the market, you could lose all that money!"
"What are you, my financial advisor?" Lucas waved his hand at him annoyingly. "Just do it."
Even if he lost that money, it didn’t matter since he already made 50 million dollars from Bitcoin; that money would cover the losses.
"Sigh..." John looked at the ceiling in sorrow, wondering why he didn’t have that kind of luck. Now he could only watch as a sum of money that he couldn’t make even in a hundred years was wasted away.
He really wanted to tell Lucas that if he didn’t care for it, he would give it to him, but John was afraid that he wouldn’t see this month’s salary. "Alright, after all, you’re the boss."
••••
While the two were discussing business, the coach was handing out the new equipment to the lacrosse team.
Stiles and Scott glanced at each other in surprise, and Stiles asked. "What’s this, coach?"
The coach glanced away from the other players and looked at him. "What does it look like, Bilinsky? I’m handing out new equipment."
"My name is Sti-" Stiles tried to correct him, but the coach rolled his eyes and ignored him.
"But coach, where did the school get the money for all of this? Last time you said that they wouldn’t invest in our team anymore." Scott stepped in and asked.
The coach handed out the last equipment and glanced at them with some annoyance. "What’s with all these questions? I wish you had this much passion on the field."
He then glanced at Stiles with some judgment in his eyes.
Stiles was flabbergasted by this stray bullet; he was innocent.