"Before you came to Paris, did you think you would be scared into not being able to 'do it' by a big-breasted female vampire?"

  Luke simply used one sentence to make Howard retreat and keep his mouth shut. ??

  The issue of giving the Stark family a new generation was a problem in his current life.

  Although it was said that this was a mental trauma, not a physical defect.

  But if word got out, people would only be concerned about the playboy Howard Stark's impotence, not whether it came from a psychological or physical source.

  For the sake of the dignity of men and the reputation of being a wandering lover.

  He had to tell Luke to keep it a secret and never reveal it to anyone.

  "Werewolves live here? They don't mind the poor environment and the smell."

  After a few minutes of silence, Howard couldn't resist the urge to speak.

  His inner excitement made him a chatterbox like Deadpool.

  "The bathroom in my house is much better than here!"

  Howard displayed contempt for the rich.

  Although the sewers in Paris were clean and not as filthy as one would expect…


  There was good lighting overhead.

  A spider's web of interlaced pipes marked with street names and door numbers correspond to the streets on the surface.

  As long as you had a map, there was no risk of getting lost.

  It was no wonder that later, Parisians built it into a special museum, which was open to tourists.

  Anyway, there were all kinds of garbage and filth in the drainage channel, and the unpleasant smell couldn't always be concealed, so it couldn't be called a suitable living environment.

  "The wolf clan's situation isn't good."

  Luke, who kept silent as he walked along, replied helplessly.

  At this time, if Howard were replaced by Rogers, Captain America would certainly have very few complaints.

  "Although under Lucian's leadership, they got rid of their slave status, they have been hunted and captured by vampire covenants led by Marcus and Viktor for hundreds of years since then."

  "The woman you saw last time, Selene. She is a member of the Death Dealers, a team of werewolf hunters specializing in killing werewolves."

  "So, their hideout couldn't be any high-end hotel or luxury apartment."

  Howard let out an 'Oh~', as if he had learned something new.

  After Luke's detailed explanation, he understood the werewolves and vampires of the Corvinus family well.

  "Besides, the sewers are well insulated and can hide the intense body odor emanating from a group of werewolves living together from the vampire's keen sense of smell."

  "No matter how you look at it, it's a great place!"

  Luke added two more sentences.

  He came out this time to find Lucian, the Lycan Leader.

  Alexander Corvinus was still on his way. They were waiting for the other party to arrive.

  Perhaps the deep hatred between vampires and werewolves would change everything drastically.

  Before that, Luke wanted to make a deal with Lucian.

  The Lycan Leader was different from other werewolves since he was born.

  The moment he came out of his mother's womb, he had the form of a human, not a young wolf cub.

  This may be why he was smarter and more sensible than his peers.

  "Yes, creatures like vampires would certainly avoid hanging out in sewers."

  Howard nodded his head as if it made sense.

  "But how do you find a werewolf? The sewers of Paris are so complicated that even the locals may not be familiar with them."

  Luke, who was walking in front, smiled slightly. The sewer construction was made of concrete and stone bricks but still couldn't stop his super vision.

  Combined with its super hearing, he scanned the surrounding channels like a radar.

  It was easy for him to find the werewolves who were hiding.

  "Because I have a sharper sense of smell and better hearing than vampires."

  Luke replied perfunctorily.

  A few minutes later, his steps suddenly paused.

  At the corner of the channel not far from them, under a manhole cover, there was a faint noise.

  "Found it."

  Luke's lips picked up a slight smile.

  …


  …


  Near the Champs-Elysées, deep in the sewers opposite the Place de la Concorde, a frenzied hissing sound crashed against the solid brick wall.

  The waterlogged floor was littered with liquor bottles and cigarette butts.

  A strong odor spread.

  The group of strong men gathered in clusters of three or five.

  They were venting their inner emotions by shouting and cheering.

  Inside the wall of people, there were two wolves with black hair and fangs exposed!

  They were nearly 2 meters tall. Their explosive muscles were highlighted one by one, full of power.

  These two wolves stood up.

  The strong and powerful forelimbs swung, sharp claws tore at the flesh, bringing out ferocious wounds, one after another.

  "Fuck up that jerk Taylor, Pierce!"

  "Bite him! Rip out his heart!"

  "Don't back down!"

  "…"

  Such cries were like a shot of excitement, stimulating the tyrannical desires of the two werewolves in the arena.

  They roared and fought.

  Like a real wild beast, they tore into each other and fought with everything they had.

  The gruesome wounds on their chests and arms kept shrinking and shrinking and soon returned to their original state.

  Then once again, their sharp claws tore each other with force, exposing the red streaks of flesh and blood.

  This was a battle between werewolves.

  It retained the rawest form of fierceness.

  Because they had extraordinary healing ability.

  A Lycan Leader as powerful as Lucian wouldn't feel anything even if he was shot with a submachine gun.

  Unless it was using special silver bullets, then it could hurt them.

  "What is this?"

  As a bystander, Howard had a shocked look in his eyes.

  He didn't understand why such a brutal fight broke out among their own kin.

  Besides, many people were cheering loudly, as if this was some sort of sport.

  "They're just playing games."

  Luke replied calmly.

  "Just like when you go to a bar and have nothing to do, you pass the time by playing pool and throwing darts —— this is the game that werewolves play."

  Howard stood at the opening of the sewer structure's manhole cover as Luke used Heat Vision to cut through the thick concrete, exposing the group of werewolves to view.

  "Werewolves have a bloodthirsty nature in their bones. Vampires use blood as tasty food, while werewolves experience killing to satisfy the tyrannical urge."

  Luke maintained a steady tone and wasn't surprised.

  The seemingly bloody scene was nothing to the werewolves.

  Pain only stimulated their bloodlust, which in turn made them even more vicious.

  "They are passionate about this, believing that it will stimulate their animalistic side and make them stronger."

  Luke's mouth curved, and he said to Howard, "Stay here, don't walk around. I'll play with them."

  He jumped directly into the hole and landed firmly on the ground.

  The noticeable movement attracted the wolves, who were the audience.

  They stopped their fist-pumping and cheering and turned their heads to look at Luke, who appeared behind them.

  "Human."

  A strong man sniffed the air and concluded.

  "Not a vampire?"

  The werewolf next to him had some doubts.

  "There's no … annoying smell they have."

  Another bearded man said with absolute certainty.

  "I'm looking for Lucian. Would anyone be willing to show me the way or send a message?"

  Luke, who was suddenly the center of attention and watched by a group of strong men, asked calmly.

  However, no one answered his question.

  On the contrary, the two fierce wolves who were fighting suddenly stopped.

  One of them that had green pupils revealed a cruel glint in his eyes.

  He wanted to rip open that human body and bathe in warmblood!

  "Taylor! Stop it!"

  The werewolf named Pierce, with whom he fought shed his beastly appearance and regained his human form.

  If that man could say Lucian's name, he wasn't someone simple.

  He was about to say a few words when he saw Tylor lunge forward like a madman, knocking over his fellow clansmen who were in the way.

  But then, the pitiful tragedy of a human-being being torn to pieces didn't happen.

  The man stood up. The fierce wolf, which was close to 2 meters tall, seemed to be blocked by an invisible shapeless wall and couldn't get close to the other party in the end.

  "Your attitude is very unfriendly."

  Luke's smile went away as he spoke lightly.

  The terrifying aura erupted like a volcano.

  The werewolves, with their fierce and beastly nature, revealed, instantly turned into trembling cowards, as if they had met a predator at the top of the food chain.

  They didn't know who Luke was, but their sense of danger and their animal instincts of avoiding harm made them realize that the other party was a terrifying enemy that they couldn't afford to mess with.

  In an instant, the wolves that chose to devour people had turned into pathetic, cowardly huskies.

  The werewolves, who were completely incompatible with the words 'cute' and 'adorable', didn't get Luke's kindness.

  Superman released his bio-force field, took a step, and shot forward.

  Two powerful arms, like cast iron, caught the werewolf's shoulders and yanked them outward with force.

  Rip!

  Flesh and blood splashed out!

  …