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You still can't kill me!

From an ordinary vampire to the person who is now below thirteen pure-blood vampires and above ten thousand vampires, Deacon Frost has the qualifications to say this.

Of course.

If he didn't have this kind of confidence, he wouldn't think about how to overthrow the rule of the vampire council, which he thought was now corrupt.

Locke listened to Deacon Frost's extremely conceited words and smiled.

"Mr. Frost agreed?"

"Of course, but I also have a condition."

"Oh."

"I will come alone, and Mr. Underwood should be the same."

"..."

Locke heard this and didn't speak.

Brown and Debbie, who were standing aside, listened to this and winked at Locke frantically.

What a joke.

The other party is the vampire leader.

Going to the meeting alone?

This looks like a buffet for vampires.

Brown and Debbie are unwilling to let Locke agree to this request.

But...

Locke just glanced at the two people who winked at him, and then he agreed.

"Okay, I promise you."

"Straight!"

Dicken Frost on the phone didn't seem to give Locke a chance to change his words, and said directly: "Then at 7 o'clock tonight, in the abandoned hangar next to Kennedy International Airport, it's a deal!"

Locke had a blank expression: "It's a deal!"

The phone was hung up.

Deacon Frost, standing in front of the French window of his large flat apartment, put down the phone and looked at the beautiful scenery of New York City outside the window.

After a while.

He shouted to the back without looking back: "Quinn!"

The words fell.

It seemed that the ugly vampire that Locke and Brown saw when they were stalking in the vampire bar a month ago, who had always been in the living room but had been hiding in the dark corner where the sun could not reach, came out from the dark.

Quinn's expression and attitude at this moment were completely different from the arrogant person that night.

Now he was as respectful as he could be to Deacon Frost.

Quinn lowered his eyes and walked behind Deacon Frost.

"Master."

"You heard it."

Deacon Frost turned around and looked at Quinn, who was like a well-behaved domestic dog in front of him: "Go to the warehouse to get two million in cash, you come with me in the afternoon."

Quinn, who was bent over, was slightly stunned.

Didn't you just say that you would go to the meeting alone? Why did you bring me with you?

But Quinn didn't dare to say this.

He became a vampire and was willing to become a dog of Deacon Frost for eternal life, not for death.

Quinn's thoughts turned for a while, and then he responded respectfully: "Okay, master."

After that, he turned around and prepared to do things.

Just then.

Deacon Frost suddenly said: "Wait a minute."

Quinn hurriedly stopped, turned around again, and bent over.

"Master."

"I heard that you were burned by the Blade Warrior again the day before yesterday?"

"...Yes, master."

Quinn's expression was a little ugly.

He and Blade are old rivals.

To be precise, he is a mouse, and Blade is a black cat.

Including the day before yesterday, he has been teased by Blade five times.

Blade can kill him every time, but every time he chops off his arm and sets him on fire.

He wants to be strong, but his strength is there, and he can't be strong.

Deacon Frost looked at the expression on Quinn's face and snorted coldly.

Quinn is his slave.

The entire New York City vampire world knows about this.

He also knows why Blade tortured Quinn one after another, but he just didn't intend to kill Quinn.

In a word.

Blade is not teasing Quinn, but slapping him in the face.

Deacon Frost looked at Quinn, and after a moment of silence, he directly stretched out his right arm, and then exposed the vampire fangs and bit his arm.

"Open your mouth."

"..."

Quinn looked up and saw the bleeding arm rising in front of him. He was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up. He knelt on the ground excitedly, raised his head, and opened his mouth with an extremely respectful expression.

Dicken Frost's blood dripped into Quinn's open mouth.

Quinn swallowed eagerly.

The power from the A-level vampire was like an atomic bomb exploding in his body.

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A majestic force instantly swept through his body.

Five minutes later.

Kneeling on the ground, Quinn couldn't hide his excitement and looked at his hands.

He upgraded.

And...

He had an illusion that the next time he met the Blade Warrior, he would definitely not be beaten unilaterally.

That's right.

Quinn was thinking excitedly, and then he immediately fell to the ground and kissed Deacon Frost's black nails: "Thank you, Master."

Dicken Frost looked at Quinn, who was lying in front of him like a dog, expressionlessly.

"Before we set off in the afternoon, find a way to let the Blade Warrior know about this."

"Uh..."

Quinn looked up a little confused when he heard this.

But what he saw was Deacon Frost's expressionless and feminine face.

Quinn was startled and responded quickly.

"Yes, Master."

"... Go away."

Dicken Frost looked at Quinn deeply, and only said this lightly five minutes later.

Quinn, who had been lying on the ground and felt that he was about to suffocate, was as if he had been pardoned. He quickly got up from the ground, lowered his head, bent his waist, retreated to the door, and then turned and left the room.

After Quinn left the room, Dicken Frost retracted his gaze.

He had just used his blood to improve Quinn's strength from C level to the limit of B level that he could improve.

However, giving sweet dates and knocking them is the means to control them.

Dicken Frost knew this very well.

Vampires are not dogs that can't be tamed. If they are not knocked frequently, it is easy for them to devour their masters.

He was just thinking about devouring his master.

Dicken Frost turned around and reopened the curtains of the large French window in front of him.

Instant.

The midday sun once again covered the entire flat.

In the scorching sun, it was as bright as the sun at its zenith.

Deacon Frost touched the special ring on his right finger with his fingers.

It was this ring that gave him the confidence to not fear the sun.

The origin of this ring was his secret.

It was also his greatest confidence.

He believed that he would always be like the scorching sun at noon, and it would not be long before he would be the only sun in the vampire tribe.

By then...

Those who follow me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish!

Right now.

Those thirteen old immortals asked me not to make enemies with the Sentinel Secret Service, so I won't.

I won't kill!

I'll let Blade kill!

Tsk tsk.

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