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Lawrence, a nobleman with no good image in the blood clan.Andre had heard his name more than once, and had a little friction with this nobleman.

Lawrence's family can be said to be a typical tiger father and dog son. His father loves all beautiful human women and makes sex with them, but stubbornly refuses to give his lover a first hug.

Therefore, the blood of this noble descendant is not pure, and the ability is also at the bottom of the blood family.Lawrence, as the child with the best blood, was chosen as the successor of the family, but he was ridiculed because of his blood and preferences.

The two comments that Lawrence hates the most, one is that he is incompetent, and the other is that he is immersed in women and is outrageous.

The patrol captain did too many evils, so he was very unlucky, and poked Lawrence very lethally in language.

When Andre heard this, he knew that this man would never survive.

"My nuns are more capable than all of you here." Lawrence wiped off the blood on his hands, and smiled as he watched the patrols backing away, "At least they can protect their biological///zhi/// devices. "

"I don't think I have anything to communicate with you idiots. It's time to see your talented boss who has contributed money and effort." Lawrence said as he bent down and opened his palms to feed the blood to the messenger lying on the ground.

The messenger resisted for a moment, and after meeting Lawrence's eyes, he opened his mouth in fear and swallowed blood.

Satisfied, Lawrence drew a few strokes on the messenger's hand and made a contract with him.

The patrol team had no time to care about the prey they got and ran away, let alone the corpse lying on the ground, and raised their weapons to guard against Lawrence.

Lawrence didn't seem to be hostile. He just waited for the envoy's injury to heal and he was able to move around, and then he led the people to prepare to leave.

Before going out, he looked back at the assembled patrol team and said, "It's like a bunch of stupid pigs, I'll give you something."

As he spoke, he waved his sleeves, and bats leapt out from the formation, passed Lawrence and went straight to the patrol.

After watching a good show, Andre put on his tuxedo again with the tide of bats, and left the room by car.

Lawrence closed the door, took the quill from the nun who had been waiting outside the door, and drew a few strokes on the door casually.The bright red formation showed a bit of murderous look, Lawrence smiled and said: "There is no need for you to come out, let me give my allies a meeting gift."

Early the next morning, the temple was extremely lively.

The end of the corridor was surrounded by people in uniform, and the messenger's room was tightly blocked.The daywalkers were caught out one by one for questioning, and they were not in a happy mood.

Last night was calm, they didn't hear anything, now a group of people are interrogating them like interrogating prisoners, and they have to search the room, it's strange if they are willing.

The most important thing is that this group of people who show off their might are not day walkers at all, but a group of ordinary humans.

If the daywalkers outside the black market are at the bottom of society, then in the temple, the strong are worthy of admiration.

There was a lot of noise outside, and it was almost a fight.Andre was the closest to the room where the accident happened, but he was the last to be found out. He put on the hood, set up the illusion, and saw an old acquaintance when he opened the door.

"What's your name?" the deputy asked, glancing at him.

"Carl." Andre suppressed his voice and answered briefly.

Owen moved his ears when he heard his voice, and looked Andre up and down, "You are Carl? Why are you pretending to be mysterious, take off the hood!"

Andre glanced at him and took off his hood.

Carl's face is not bad, with a kind of mature coldness, strong physique, and very likable.

Owen is apparently no exception.

Andre ignored his gaze, and glanced at the day walkers who were kicked out of the room, and many of them stared at Owen in disgust.Among them are some good-looking daywalkers.

At the same time, he also saw Lyons, who was smeared with soot on his face and wrapped his left eye with a cloth, looking very down and out.

"..."

Andre quickly finished dealing with Owen, and walked towards the poor "beggar" in the crowd, "The taste is unique."

Lyons glanced at Andre and said nothing.The gauze of the left eye was still leaking blood for authenticity, and Andre smelled that it was the divine blood given by the nun.

The best godsend is used by hunters to play disguise, which is full of irony.

Although somewhat wasteful, Andre supports this behavior.

Lyons pointed to his mouth, shook his hand, grabbed Andre and ran to the corner of the corridor, avoiding the questioning patrol.

"Owen actually showed up directly." Andre said.

Lyons looked around and made sure that none of Owen's people had noticed them before saying, "The patrol team has lost a group of people."

Andre didn't show any surprise, and Lioness waited for a long time before exhaling: "What did you do again?"

"I didn't do anything." Andre spread his hands, "I watched a good show of internal strife. Lawrence and Owen don't seem to be able to deal with it. Most of those patrols are normal people, not blood or daywalkers."

Lyons understood: "These are Owen's own hands?"

"Lawrence raised a lot of women when he was in the blood clan. The nuns belonged to Lawrence. And those who have nothing to do with the blood clan, and even look down on the day walker, belong to Owen." Andre said concisely, and incidentally related what happened last night to Lyons Say it again.

Andre: "The conflict between Owen and Lawrence is serious. Those people dare to use Owen to suppress Lawrence, which proves that Owen actually doesn't take Lawrence seriously. It is very convenient for us to sow discord."

"We are getting closer and closer to the feast, and we can't delay any longer." Reines thought for a moment, and looked at Andre, "Did Owen just stare at you?"

The so-called bad intentions can roughly perfectly explain the way Andre and Lyons looked at each other at this time.

Owen has a wide range of hobbies but is also specific. Beauty tricks are the best way to dispel doubts.As for Andre, every time he was mistakenly regarded as a prey that could be hunted, he was caught by Owen at a glance.

"We want to get in touch with the core part of the temple, and it's too slow to use Karl's identity to explore." Andre accepted Lyons' method, but at the same time he would not let go of the hunter who came up with bad ideas, "If this Karl has What he wants, status is not as simple as a beautiful vase."

"Do you still remember the method I told you? Mr. Detective." Andre laughed, with a sense of pride in dragging people into a trap, "Old rules, now is your time to make a choice."

Vampires have never been a kind and just people.Every time Andre gave it with ulterior motives, but this time it was purely to appreciate the hunter's face as black as coal.

Lyons looked at the hypocritical Andre coldly, and said, "You don't seem to give me a choice, Mr. Consultant."

"I'm only responsible for providing solutions. The decision is in your hands. Don't blame your subordinates, sir." Andre shrugged, taking his innocence as a matter of course.

"We should go out." Andre looked at Owen, "Lawrence is here."

Compared with Owen's majesty, Lawrence seemed very kind.There were no nuns with him, only a man in a cloak followed him.It seemed that he was just walking leisurely here alone with his servants on crutches.

"What happened, Mr. Owen?" Lawrence opened his eyes wide and looked around the daywalkers who were dragged out of the house in doubt. "There must be some misunderstanding. You can't treat the child chosen by God like this!"

Owen glanced at Lawrence and was stunned.

The man in the cloak next to him was clearly the messenger he wanted the patrol to take away.It turned out to be Lawrence's fault.

And Lawrence dangled the booty in front of him the day after he did the bad thing, which was obviously provocative.

"Bah! What are the chosen children, just a group of monsters!" Owen was stunned by Lawrence's appearance, he was not a good person, pretending to be a wolf with a big tail.

Lawrence was not angry, but looked at Owen with a look of pity and disapproval: "How could you say such a thing."

Andre was in the back row, heard this conversation clearly, and sincerely sent two words to Owen: "So stupid."

The "dumb" businessman Lyons couldn't speak in order not to reveal his secrets, but he still nodded slightly in agreement when he heard these two words.

Yes, it's kind of stupid.

Owen didn't use a loud voice, but for the strengthened daywalkers, this volume was the same as standing in front of them and swearing.

The word "monster" was the word they heard most often.Only when they came to the black market, sold a lot of things, and merged into the abyss of filth and sin, could they be called the chosen ones of God.

The dissatisfaction accumulated by the despicable aliens in oppression is no small matter.After possessing power and ability, no one is willing to compromise and worry about a fool.

Lawrence has studied Owen's stupidity quite well. This small victory came too easily. He looked at Owen with contempt, "Inspector Owen, you'd better find out whose territory this is."

Owen was so angry that he went crazy, but the hot and resentful eyes behind him made his heart shudder.

"Despicable blood." Owen gritted his teeth and stared at Lawrence. Lawrence responded with a gentlemanly and polite smile, which made Owen even more rude.

Lawrence passed Owen as if he was deaf, and saluted the daywalkers: "I sincerely hope that you can forgive Mr. Owen for his recklessness. He is responsible for the safety of the temple, and his methods are always a bit barbaric. A child of God is definitely not like him."

The daywalkers looked at the patrols standing beside them with disdain. There were very few of these people with the mandala mark, and they were ordinary people at first glance.

Huang Mao, who was buried in the crowd, was the first to stand out. He ignored the silver gun pointed at him, rolled his eyes and walked into the house.While walking, he said: "Isn't it just a guard, what are you talking about?"

With the leader, a few quick-tempered also pushed away the silver knives raised by the patrol, and closed the door cursingly.

Owen was so angry that he wished his subordinates could kill all the monsters, but Lawrence was still on the sidelines, so he could only withdraw his team with gritted teeth.

"Owen was so angry, if you hand out the bait now, this idiot will definitely take the bait." Andre looked at Owen who left angrily, and said softly.