"Gentlemen, does anyone remember why I summoned you to a meeting?!"

Sitting at the head of the conference table, Lawrence felt that the future of the Dark Council was in jeopardy.

Look at these so-called parliamentarians one by one!

As soon as they met, they complained bitterly, and after complaining, they began to taunt each other, and then they were ready to fight!

What the hell, is it easy?!

He suddenly had the urge to lift the stage and run away.

"Uh, I'm sorry, I think it's a debriefing, right?"

One of the werewolves on the tail seat touched his head and cleaned his head of ice crystals by the way, and he replied tentatively.

Sometimes Lawrence really wondered if these muscular werewolves even had muscles in their heads, and it was clear that this was not the reason for his meeting.

He turned his gaze to Jack, who was sitting on his left hand side.

"Elder Fried, you summoned us to have a ceremony, and you didn't mention what it was in the summons. ”

As the author of the chaos, Jack knew he needed to answer Elder Lawrence Fried's questions clearly.

Moreover, the answer to this question lies in the papers that are placed in front of each of the councillors......

"Humph!"

Lawrence snorted, but at the same time his gaze at Jack softened.

Sometimes the arrogance of the 'Bloodline' is really justified.

At least Jack suppressed a whole table of werewolves in terms of IQ.

"I just wanted to say this......"

Sitting across from Jack, his old rival, who was a hindsight, made a remedy that wasn't pretty.

"Enough. Lawrence interrupted the werewolf's quibbling that wanted to forcibly whitewash his intelligence, "Now, can we get down to business?"

In fact, Lawrence originally intended to express his meaning in a more 'powerful' way, but in his capacity, it was really difficult to blurt out those words that started with F.

"Ahem, Elder Lawrence, what do you mean by 'business'?"

It's really quiet and the wind doesn't stop......

Another werewolf in the middle of the field opened up, and the question he asked made Lawrence roll his eyes.

"Oh~"

Jack was happy to see this, and every Blood Clan councilor present had a subtle expression on their faces.

"How are these stupid low-level creatures worthy to be at the same table as us?"

Most of them think so, and even a few of the closer members of parliament have already begun to talk to each other.

The order of the venue is once again moving towards the trend of the vegetable market because of the stupid actions of a stupid werewolf.

"Silence!"

Lawrence couldn't take it anymore, he slammed the table hard, and then waved his hand vigorously at the loudest guy in the room!

"Smack!"

A whip of red light slammed into the hapless man's body, knocking him out of his seat into the wall twenty meters away from the conference table.

"Damn! You have to force Lao Tzu to be angry, right?!What other mother dares to express her personal opinion?!"

The silver wig that Lawrence wore on his head, representing his status as an elder, had fallen on the table in the action he had just made, and his sleek short hair, which was diametrically opposed to the mainstream advocated by the aristocracy, was exposed.

"No, right?!Let me hear which mom Ja Fa Ke dare to say a word about Ma Ja Fa Ke! Lao Tzu must have exploded that Ma Ja Fake's mother Ja Fake's head!"

Lawrence belongs to the type who can't break the ring, and once this thing starts saying that 'F-starting word', he can't hold it anymore.

His aristocratic temperament has completely disappeared, and at this moment, every corner of his body exudes the temperament of a gangster.

Oh, I forgot to mention that this Elder Lawrence Fried is black.

"Hey, Prey, sit down. Lawrence's outburst immediately took back control of the venue, and he waved his hand at the speechless werewolf as if he were calling a dog.

It's just that the poor werewolf hasn't figured out what the situation is now, and he can't help but take a step back in the face of Lawrence's 'kind' expression at this time.

“I_said_set_down！！”

Another whip, and there was another relief on the walls of the venue.

Lawrence's ability is 'Blood Whip', and in terms of actual combat, even Jack has to take a detour when he sees him.

How painful does it hurt to get whipped out?

Just look at the two foaming reliefs.

And that's pretty light.

"So, Mommy provokes Hair, don't say it, do you?" The 'Blood Whip' faded and finally disappeared into Lawrence's hands, but no one felt a little relaxed by this change, "So, now, it's my turn to speak." ”

He straightened up from his position, and by the way, straightened up his tie that had just been messed up.

"Listen, a few months ago, my people finally found the sealed place of the True Ancestor Nyx based on the records of the clan and the records of our centuries of exploration, and the rescue of the True Ancestor was completed while you mom Fat Fat was arguing here. ”

Lawrence did his best to suppress the 'F-words' that needed to pop out of his mouth.

"What?"

"Shouldn't this kind of thing be discussed beforehand?"

"True Ancestor?"

Although Lawrence's prestige was still warm, because the news that came out of his mouth was too explosive, both the blood clan and the werewolves present at this time put on a shocked expression.

Even Jack, who was usually calm, opened his mouth as if he had swallowed an egg.

"Lord Lawrence, do the other elders know about this?"

It's just that he is as witty as Jack, and he just figured out the reason for this meeting in a moment.

Lawrence shook his head slightly, just as Jack had expected.

In an instant, Jack's heart brightened.

There's really a ghost in the dark meeting!

And it's very likely that this inner ghost is some elder, or someone who is very close to an elder!

"Listen to me! One of the two guys I just killed is talking too much! The other is too stupid! You moms had better weigh yourself! Figure out where you stand! I'll hold a wake-up ceremony in the secret room later! If anyone here has a bad idea, you'd better pray that you can run faster!" Lawrence once again appeared in his hand, and he swept the tip of the nose of everyone present, "Now! take a glass of your own blood with the cup in front of you!"

He looked around at the table like a lion patrolling his territory.

"Hurry up for Lao Tzu!"

Lawrence whipped his whip through the air, making an extremely loud air explosion.

"Oooh!"

It seemed that both the Bloods and the Werewolves were viscerally afraid of Lawrence's whip, and for a moment the venue was filled with the sound of sharp weapons cutting through the skin and blood flowing from it.

"Damn, I have to be mad to know how to be obedient!

Lawrence broke his vows today.