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So, in the midst of a group of dumbfounded gangsters, the pretty boy in front of him transformed into a superman, beat them to a pulp with three strikes, five divided by two, and knelt down to beg for mercy.

But Bank, who was scolded as a poor man, was so angry that he ignored their pleas for mercy. Fortunately, the anger started in his heart, and the evil was born in his guts. In a deserted alley, he ordered the gangsters to Wash your neck clean.

The horrified eyes of those little gangsters, the red skin on their necks almost washed away, did not arouse Bank's compassion at all, and he sucked them all to death.

Bank was just teasing those gangsters. With half the strength and reaction speed of Captain America, how could he be afraid of just a few gangsters with two knives?

However, when the gurgling hot blood entered Bank's mouth, Bank also discovered an unexpected joy, that is, these fresh blood were being transformed into the power of reviving his bloodline.

Since discovering this, the gangsters on the nearby streets have become his mobile blood bank.

Today, Bank feels that the power of his bloodline has recovered to the point where the viscount is infinitely close to the earl. That is, it has evolved from the original E-level bloodline power to the current E-level, which is roughly equivalent to Captain America.

And with the increase in bloodline power, there is more sufficient blood energy for Bank to use. From this, he also developed a move that can briefly use the blood count for three minutes, which is a C-level power.

This move that is equal to the bottom of the box naturally has an awesome name, and Bank calls it a transformation.

But once those three minutes pass, although it won't be like the plot in the novel or movie, where you will be exhausted or your muscles will be broken, your own strength will also drop to the bottom. Although it is still okay to hit two or three Schwarzeneggers, But just anyone with a 4 can deal with him.

Moreover, the blood-sucking madman Bank Lanlost discovered through countless non-clinical experiments that the energy provided to him by those with strong bodies is far greater than that of those with weak bodies. In short, if you suck a magic Wasinger might be more helpful in restoring bloodline power than sucking ten Hawkings.

No, in order to realize the ideal of the arrival of the ancestor of the blood race as soon as possible, Bank has already been calculating the timeline. Since sucking one Schwarzenegger can be worth ten Hawkings, then what about a Hulk or an Abomination?

While Bank was thinking about how to steal some of the hated blood from under the nose of the military, Peggy said, "I don't recommend that the master consider those ideals now. Our immediate goal is just how to fill our stomachs, and if this continues , Dogdu”

Speaking of this, Peggy paused because she saw Kolberos lying at the door.

Well, the dog is indeed better off than them. This dog's dog food for one day is enough for her and her owner to eat one dish and one soup for two days.

"What's wrong with dogs? Dogs are covered by animal protection laws. There are laws to abide by and enforcement must be strict. Let me tell you, don't just use dogs as an example."

Korberos, who was just basking in the sun at the door, heard Paige's words, his ears perked up, he suddenly raised his head, and said to Paige angrily.

Although he is a Shar-Pei, Korberos has the appearance of a bulldog and looks fierce. His height of nearly one meter is far larger than other small and medium-sized dogs, and his black-brown hair looks very powerful.

"Go down and watch your door, don't say anything."

Peggy turned around and yelled at Colberos, "You must eat your dog food every day. Apart from basking in the sun all day long, all you do is kidnap the little bitch, and you don't need to eat instant noodles, so why are you so talkative?"

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When Peggy said that he was guarding the door, Korberos was not happy and retorted, "Why can't you tell me which other door to guard? I tell you, dogs also have dog rights. You can't deprive a dog of its right to speak at will. And not every dog ​​is equal to a gatekeeper. You are insulting the dog's character, and I can sue you, you little bat of mixed blood."

Korberos looked disdainful.

"What did you say"

The anger behind Peggy was three feet high. Bank lay on the sofa and looked at Playboy, and he could feel a wave of scorching fire coming towards his face.

"I'm talking about you little bastard bat." Korberos lay on the ground with his tongue hanging out, looking at Peggy with disdain.

"What about you, you are a complete old whore, a despicable rapist, what else will you do besides raping a little bitch?" Peggy retorted angrily.

"Tsk." Korberos snorted disdainfully, "You can say that my dog ​​is charming and informal, but you can never say that I am a rapist. Those little bitches that mate with me are all your love. I wish.”

Peggy, who was called a bastard, was obviously irritated. She held her hands in front of her chest and said coldly, "Are all hell creatures as full of filth as you? What did you eat when you grew up in hell? Thick milky white liquid. You... The humble watchdog who has been watching the gates only from hell.”

According to myths and legends, the three-headed dog is the guardian of the gate of hell, but for some reason, Korberos really hates people saying he is a guard dog, so he is like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, ah, no, it is a dog. , Korberos suddenly stood up, looked like he was about to bite someone, and grinned:

"Didn't you ask me what else besides raping little bitches? Let me tell you, a lowly old maid, a half-blooded female bat, Korberos also kills and destroys."

As he spoke, a mouthful of thick hellfire spurted out of Korberos' mouth, like lava rising from hell, hot and sticky.

"Snapped."

Finally, Bank couldn't stand it anymore, and waved his hand to emit a nearly transparent blood-red energy, dispersing the hellfire, and also punched Colberos on the head.

Bank yelled, "Get down!"

You say you are noisy, so be it. I want to tear down the dog food in my store and give it to you for free.

Korberos lay down angrily, covering his head with his dog paws, and whispered angrily, "Is it just because I slept in the same bed with her? Are you guys helping me?" This stupid master will be tricked into hell by this old maid one day, and then it will be my territory."

"What did you say?" Bank looked at Korberos and examined him.

"Ugh, it's nothing." The dog paws that Korberos was covering his head gradually slid down until he covered his eyes and lay on the ground, finally becoming honest.

"Owner"

Peggy hugged her father with tears in her eyes, ah no, it was the master. As a nearly thirty-year-old Peggy, under the influence of the blood of the blood clan, not only did she have a more charming appearance than before, but she was also a A perfect royal sister, she is basically unsmiling to the outside world, and is also commonly known as an iceberg beauty.

But for Bank, since the day he was "assimilated" by Bank, she has had a kind of attachment and obedience to Bank. In the terminology of the blood clan, Bank can be called his "father", so Only then would she act naturally and without any pretense in front of Bank, showing that her daughter had been wronged.