Back to 20 minutes ago.

  A black car rushed through the dark rain. The blinding headlights lit up the iron gates of the manor.

  White lightning, like a silver snake, tore the clouds.

  By the light, the camera installed in the opposite corner took some pictures of the people in the car.

  "Strangers … these outsiders don't look like they should be related to any other coven, right?"

  The vampire in the control room curled his mouth. He looked at the driver and Luke sitting in the back and thought it might be a human being who entered by mistake.

  Vampires were usually dressed in a royal manner.

  They liked complicated patterns, soft fabrics, and exquisite ornaments.

  The ones in the car were too 'plain', not so fancy.

  "This is a legal hunting area. How about … some dinner?"

  The vampire looked at his partner, who was holding a pornographic magazine and flipping through it.

  "That's breaking the rules."

  The companion shook his head, focusing on the sexy body of the magazine model.

  "Kraven ordered not to hunt humans without permission. It would be bad if it caused dissatisfaction among the masters."

  The vampire, who wanted to do something, snickered, "Kraven? That guy had gone somewhere."

  "When Elder Viktor wakes up, he'll be furious when he finds out he's absent from such an important occasion, right?"

  "Let's get ourselves an extra meal before anyone else finds out … I haven't tasted fresh human blood in a long time. I can't even get cold blood from the blood bank recently!"

  Within the vampire coven, there had always been a clear hierarchy.

  Since the Temple of the Three issued the rules, no private hunting of humans was allowed.

  Vampires could only restrain their minions. Any kind of feasting on the blood of the living and virgin girls' 'first kiss' were all forbidden.

  So, their daily rations were all from the blood of the living, stocked in the blood banks of major hospitals.

  For vampires, fresh, young, and warm blood were considered the best wine of the top five French wineries.

  At best, the supply of refrigerated blood could only be regarded as ordinary grade wine.

  Then again, the worst quality was animal blood, which couldn't satisfy their hunger and thirst.

  Like these two vampires in the control room, they could only be assigned with the most inferior blood bags.

  Their degree of misery in life was comparable to that of an old single fat man who couldn't even drink soda water.

  The other vampire was still flipping through the pornographic magazines, and his pants were moving slightly; he showed no interest and said, "Then go and get yourself an extra meal, I don't want to get involved. When Elder Viktor wakes up and holds a banquet, there must be some good things on the table."

  After he said that, his mouth smacked twice.

  The models in the magazine were fascinating.

  'What great evil! This dress was so tight and so well-rounded!'

  "You really have no standards!"

  The vampire staring at the monitor screen despised him.

  No matter how beautiful a woman was, besides the fresh blood in her body, which was delicious. What else was attractive?

  "I'll go out for a while."

  This pragmatic vampire left his seat and walked out of the room.

  In order to avoid other people and eat by himself, he didn't even take the stairs and went straight out of the window.

  'I can already smell the sweet scent. It's making me hungry.'

  When the vampire walked outside the manor, the black car honked its horn twice, obviously a little impatient.

  "Open the door."

  He waved at the camera, and the two iron gates opened with a bang.

  Facing the dazzling headlights, the vampire walked towards his dinner.

  "Lucian, your turn."

  The Lieutenant General Superman, who was leaning back and resting his eyes, was indifferent to this.

  He wasn't interested in getting his hands dirty with this kind of small miscellaneous soldier.

  The Lycan Leader, who wasn't tame, was still interested. He pushed open the car door and rushed up without saying a word.

  "Werewolf … motherfucker!"

  The vampire, who couldn't wait to eat, saw Lucian's arms sprouting a cluster of black hair. He was so scared that he burst out a foul word and turned his head to run away.

  In close combat, vampires were like archers without movement skills, encountering a well-developed player. The outcome goes without saying.

  Lucian took a few large steps. He caught up with the fleeing vampire and slapped him down!

  Smack!

  A crisp sound rang.

  The vampire's brain burst like a watermelon.

  Like a splash of paint, the red and white mixture of turbid liquid was quickly washed away by the rain.

  The fat vampire in the surveillance room, still holding the pornographic magazine, with his pants up in an obvious tent, didn't notice the gory scene on the surveillance screen.

  "This is the home base of the Corvinus coven of vampires? "

  Luke walked out of the car. His bio-force field blocked the pouring rain.

  "Time for revenge, Lucian."

  The Lycan Leader who got the order pulled a cruel smile out of the corner of his lips.

  He had been waiting for this day for a long time.

  Since the death of Sonja and his unborn child, the flame of revenge burned Lucian's heart.

  He had always wanted to go back to the Corvinus coven, stand in front of the Lord, Viktor, and ask the other loudly whether he had regretted it all these years.

  "Sir, I'm very grateful to you for keeping your promise."

  Bang!

  The thick door was kicked open by Lucian, and wood splinters flew across the room, making a huge commotion.

  This Lycan Leader wanted to lead his kin into this manor and rip his enemies apart with his bare hands!

  Now, with the background and power of Superman, he could finally break-in.

  "Werewolf!"

  "It's an enemy attack!"

  "Go get Elder Amelia!"

  The young vampires enjoying themselves in the hall were panicking. They had long been corrupted by the life of intoxication and had lost the sense of vigilance they should have had.

  Lucian, who had transformed into a beast, stepped across the threshold and onto the solid floor.

  Raising his sturdy arms, he swept his claws down!

  Rip!

  A young vampire, still immersed in the ethereal atmosphere, had half of his brain slashed off, spurting out a stream of blood.

  "So bloody, so violent…"

  Luke, who was walking behind, imitated Howard's tone of voice.