The president of the Golden Springs Bank in Frankfurt, a middle-aged man with a big belly and a fat brain, was sitting on the soft sofa in the VIP box, with his legs crossed, and he was impatiently shaking a glass of whiskey with ice.

"Damn, why haven't you come yet."

He cursed and slammed his glass on the table.

As a billionaire with a promising future, he is also a guest at this nightclub, enjoying permanent access to this VIP box -

In order to make it easier for him to do things, the walls of this room are covered with a thick layer of soundproof pads, even if it is noisy inside, it is impossible to hear it outside.

According to the usual practice, the manager in charge of the nightclub will send screenshots of the surveillance footage in the nightclub every ten minutes to the private chat group (the group is full of big people like the president), and if anyone has a crush on a customer, just notify the manager in charge, and the latter will let the security team take action.

But now, the chief has been sitting on the sofa for more than twenty minutes, not to mention the goods ordered, and he has not even seen a single person who came to apologize.

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With a burning heart and irritability, he patted the armrest of the sofa, stood up, moved his bloated body, and walked towards the door of the private room.

As soon as he put his palm on the doorknob, the door was slammed open, and a security guard, covered in blood and with a long scar on his chest, held on to the door and fell in.

The governor, who was still hot just now, instantly sobered up, bent down to cover the mouth of the security guard who wanted to scream, and dragged him into the door.

At the same time, the door was gently closed without making a sound, and the door was locked.

As an ordinary person, the governor listened attentively for a while, but did not hear any sound, then lowered his head and asked softly to the security guard lying on his back gloomily,

"What's going on out there?"

As a blood slave, this security guard struggled not to die completely even if he was disemboweled, bleeding all over the ground - even the huge wounds on his waist and abdomen were slowly healing.

Of course, the president knows what kind of existence the Miller family runs this nightclub.

In fact, in a few years, when his good friend Alex Miller is promoted to the Viscount of the Blood Clan, he will also be able to obtain the qualification of the first embrace.

Directly converted into an orthodox blood clan and used as a cow and a horse for the Miller family in exchange for the opportunity to live forever - the blood clan also needs white gloves to manage and collect money.

The security guard's forehead was covered with sweat, his facial expression was hideous and distorted, and his palms covered his belly to prevent the water from flowing out.

Hearing the governor's question, he said hoarsely and in a low voice, "There's outside..."

Knock –

A spear with a bony blade pierced the thick and sturdy soundproof wall, and the security guard was shot in the head with precision unabated, twisted it at will, dragged a single head, and slowly pulled it back.

This picture is a bit like poking a strawberry with a toothpick to eat.

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The governor's heart was pounding and about to burst, and he immediately fell to the ground, and instead of crawling to the bathroom, he crawled to the corner of the wall in front of him, his whole huge body huddled directly below the half of the gun.

The spear was withdrawn from the house, and the security guard's head, which still had a terrified expression, hit the wall and fell with a thud.

Coincidentally, it fell into the arms of the governor.

The four eyes are facing each other, and the soul of the governor will leave his body and fly straight out of the sky.

An eye peeks through the round hole in the wall caused by the barrel of the gun.

"There's no one here..."

The governor heard the low and terrifying voice of an old woman outside, and hurriedly reached out to cover his mouth to prevent the sound of his teeth chattering from leaking out.

After a long time, he heard the sound of "stampeding" and fading away, and the unknown being with the spear seemed to have left here.

The governor let go of the palm that was covering his mouth, and he felt the pants under his ass already soaked with urine.

Luckily, I survived...

He let out a long breath, resisted the urge to drop the head in his arms, and carefully and slowly placed it on the ground,

Move your limbs in slow motion and crawl to the other side of the private room.

There is his mobile phone there, and if you climb over it, you can take it and hide in the toilet to notify other people.

He crawled humbly on all fours like a dog, and before he could take a few steps, his scalp tingled.

The feeling that I was watched.

The Governor seemed half-frozen, slowly turning his head (he could even hear the rusty click of his neck) and looking behind him.

On the wall facing the hallway, an eye, through the hole in the wall, stared coldly at him lying on the ground.

"There's one more."

The old woman's voice rang out again.

The governor slumped to the ground, crawling backwards on all fours, subconsciously wanting to scream.

Zheng –

The three-edged spear pierced the wall again,

The bony spine stretched out for a long distance, sending the blade straight into the Captain's neck, pausing for a few seconds, as if giving the Captain time to savor it.

"Whoosh"

As the blade bounced back, a large amount of blood erupted from the Captain's neck.

His eyes were wide open, and his fat fingers were clutching his neck, but he couldn't stop the blood from gushing out of his body, splashing it on the ceiling and smearing a scarlet picture.

Smack.

The heavy body fell to its knees, unable to breathe anymore.

Leon, who was walking in the corridor, threw a spear flower at random, and threw out the little scarlet on the blade of the gun.

He lightly pressed the triangular spear against the wall, and through the wall panel, fired the blade of the spear inside, and easily harvested the living people in the room who were no longer worthy of being called human.

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In the box at the end of the corridor, the few remaining security guards with long guns and short cannons stood at the end of the room.

Alex, who is of blood blood, has blond hair that shines like the sun, a handsome and feminine face, and deep, dark blue eyes—but there is always a lingering perverse and haggard air between his eyebrows.

Several of the children of mortal tycoons, who were also gentlemen, stood beside Alex tremblingly—several of them hadn't even dressed properly because they had been playing so well just now.

Alex didn't bother to look at these so-called "friends", his face was gloomy, and he softly called out the name of the bodyguard his father assigned to him, "Paul, how is it outside?" ”

The man in the suit, named Paul, has a narrow face like a horse's face, and holds two narrow machetes with deep blood grooves in his hands.

Hearing Alex's shout, he turned his head while standing on the edge of the wall, holding his blade against the wall, and shook his head gloomily, "Young Master, support is already on the way, you should go through the dark passage first." ”

"Hmm."

Alex didn't talk nonsense, just nodded.

Although this Paul is an elder who watched him grow up, the blood slave is only a blood slave after all, and there is an insurmountable gap between him and his master, which is a consumable that can be discarded at will.

Surrounded by bodyguards, Alex entered the private toilet and opened the secret door with a slight swipe of his finger under the glass mirror.

After the secret door opened, he asked several bodyguards to enter the secret passage, and he followed behind.

The blood clan is immortal, not immortal. The long life did not make them look down on the mortal world, but they were even more afraid of death, even if it was a nightclub and bar of their own power, they had to set up secret doors and secret escape channels.

Paul watched Alex's figure disappear completely, shook his head, and continued to stare at the wall.

The ability of the blood clan made him clearly feel a low footstep in the distance of the corridor through the heavy soundproof wall panels, and he ran faster and faster, rushing towards this box!

Now is the time!

Paul's body swelled violently, his already narrow face became hideous and ugly, the wings of his nose protruded and rolled inward, his ears extended back, and a layer of light black short hair appeared on his skin.

In less than half a second, he turned into a half-human half-bat with a height of more than two meters, and his burly and muscular body directly burst the suit jacket.

The narrow machete, which was originally a little bulky, was now light and nimble in his hands,

Listening to the sound of "bang", the blade easily pierced through the wall, crossed the road of the opponent's attack, and dragged forward fiercely under the drive of the half-human and half-bat monster.

It's about to cut off the enemy's head!