Tang Bai looked at Lucian and Ruiz, who were attracted by his words, and his palm slammed into the map covered with white frost under his knees, as if the floor under the map did not exist, and then pulled out a large glass jar of red liquid.

"Although doing so is likely to make you more suspicious of me, I still have to say that Michael Cowen's blood, I happen to have collected a lot." Tang Bai held the bottom of the glass jar with one hand, and gently patted the body of the jar with the other.

This jar specially refined by Tang Bai with alchemy has the effect of maintaining the activity of the blood, so that it can be maintained and solidified in the veins of autonomous people at the moment when it flows out.

"How did you get such a big jar of blood out of him?" Lucien looked at the can that Tang Bai was patting, his face was first happy, and then black. A feeling and mood of being calculated, no matter what, can't escape.

"I knew you were going to be suspicious." Tang Bai was helpless.

"With so much blood, you can't get it out of Michael Cowan at once, unless you want to kill him directly. You can only spend your time, little by little, and draw from him many times. That said, you should have noticed him for quite some time now. You haven't been in contact with us for such a long time, and now after Michael Curvin disappeared, you have taken out such a large jar of Michael Curwen's blood in front of you, and it is inevitable that you will be suspicious. Lucien said unceremoniously.

"Do you need the blood, then?" Tang Bai didn't defend himself, and asked Lucien directly.

"Yes." Tang Bai asked simply. Lucien replied quite unobtrusively.

Now there is no way back for Lucien, or he chooses to do his best to snatch Michael Covinas back from Alexander Covinas. Either choose to fight with Victor, no matter which of the two, the probability of his failure and death is close to 100%.

Today's Victor is no longer the Victor of centuries ago.

As for continuing to choose to wait and steal a living?

None of these options were on Lucian's radar. He lived for revenge.

Now that he has regained a hope, it is naturally incomparably precious to Lucian. As long as you can get this hope. What's more, Lucien can't think about it anymore, and he has serious scruples.

"What do you want?" Lucien looked at Tang Bai. He didn't believe that Tang Bai would kindly give this big pot of blood for free. Donate to him without any purpose. If all this is really Tang Bai's calculation.

Tang Bai is now in Lucien's heart, and he has already imprinted the impression of being scheming and calculating. With the preconceived idea of this impression, Lucien did everything to Tang Bai. Naturally, they will think about it from this side. Once the mindset is formed. If Tang Bai really didn't mention any conditions, Lucien would be even more hesitant.

Human beings, as well as intelligent beings transformed by humans, sometimes have such tangled and complex thinking.

"Stand on my side," Tang Bai grinned, and repeated emphatically again: "Always on my side." ”

"Eternal Allegiance?" Lucien raised an eyebrow.

"As long as you can get revenge, as long as you can let the wolf clan live a fair and peaceful life, there is no need to worry about being hunted down by those Death Walkers. Why should you pay for this? Don't doubt if I can do it, I can't. I'll give you a chance to repent. Tang Bai said calmly.

"I promised." Lucien didn't hesitate this time. The great sorrows and joys of gaining and losing, the ups and downs, in this short period of less than a day, were tasted by him one after another. The things that I used to insist on suddenly became fragile now.

Indeed, as long as Tang Bai can do what he promised them, standing behind such a person does not seem to be so difficult to accept.

"Amelia's information, I need to know it as soon as possible. It's business as usual. Tang Bai gave Lucien a little blood out of the blood jar. It's not much, but it's enough for Lucien to verify the authenticity of his blood, and there is still a little to spare.

"With the convenience and speed of today's means of transportation, this day will come soon." Lucien treasured the little blood that Tang Bai had assigned to him, and a little smile appeared on his expressionless face. Ruiz reverted to the black humanoid screen he had entered, and kept silent.

After seeing off Lucian and Ruiz, Tang Bai did not rest there, but set off for Michael Cowen's residence. Even if he knew that it was impossible for Alexander-Kovinas's men to leave any traces there, it did not prevent Tang Bai from going to investigate.

When he arrived at the destination, after some routine exploration, Tang Bai found that he was not the only one who visited Michael Curwen's residence today. In the mirror of the room, a tall and angry woman in a tight black combat uniform was reflected in it.

At the time of Tang Bai's arrival, the woman was rummaging through the drawers and cabinets in Michael Cowen's room, as if looking for something.

Suddenly, at the same time that Tang Bai detected the woman, the woman also seemed to notice something, and her tossing behavior around converged, turning her head, and concentrating, as if she was listening carefully to something. The beautiful face hidden under the linen shawl hair was also exposed to the mirror between this side.

Through the image transmitted by the mirror spirit in his heart, Tang Bai couldn't help blinking, and the inertia of things seemed to be as strong as ever. The woman in the room who was rummaging through the cabinets was the female vampire that Tang Bai had only seen during the day, the adopted daughter of the vampire elder Victor, one of the best of the Death Walkers, and a third-generation vampire with noble blood-Serena.

Serena pulled her usual firearm from the holster of her leather coat, and walked in the direction of the door with a wary face, and lowered her footsteps.

"Hello, Serena."

The voice sounded behind Serena, and Serena, who was already on alert, immediately turned on the spot, stepped on the ground with one foot, and flew backwards, holding both hands of the two guns, the muzzles of which pointed side by side to the source behind her. It's just that it's empty.

The alarm bell in Serena's heart suddenly climbed, and then rang loudly. The modified M92 muzzle is constantly adjusting its angle as Serena's arms and waist swing. And Tang Bai, who used a gramophone magic to tease Serena, watched this scene with great interest through the mirror in the room. (To be continued......)