The food truck, called the Rist, has made a name for itself in the food scene, with its signature burritos from the mystical Oriental flavours and their high-speed delivery service.

However, the food truck's delivery service is only available at night. Although this rule is strange, it is not unusual, because there are shops that are more strange than this rule, and it is already strange.

With the takeaway service, the food truck business has exploded.

People are lazy, they prefer to get something for nothing than their own labor, and the price of sitting at home to enjoy a good service is just a little extra cost, why not?

Especially when the fee is much lower than that of its peers, there is no need to tip.

Linga has roughly estimated the turnover in the past few days, which is several times higher than the previous income.

"It's going to be issued—" Linga held a wad of dark green bills, dipped his fingers in his tongue and began to count.

Lin Jia is not the only one who makes money, and the business that makes money is not only selling pancakes and fruits, and some businesses are much more profitable than Lin Jia's hard work and greed for money.

On winter nights, the cold New York City looks foggy under the light of the dock lights due to its moisture, and the light is also a little dim, making it difficult to see. The long-distance ship arrived at the point, the crane carried the containers one by one, the unloading workers began their busyness, and the owner and the director met to talk about the cargo handling.

If Ringa had been here, he would have been able to recognize the ship's owner, Duke Fino of the Toledo family, a powerful vampire duke. And the main person who spoke to him was not a mortal, one was the new upstart of the blood clan, Deacon Fez, yes, the enemy that Blade had been obsessed with. And the blonde man beside him wasn't an obscure guy either, at least not in the past.

"Long time no see, honorable duke" The blonde man saluted Fino slightly.

Fino saw the blonde man, his delicate eyebrows furrowed, as if he remembered something from his long memory, and suddenly said, "Aren't you already ......"

Duke Fino only said halfway, and did not finish the rest of the words, but showed a very interested look, and looked the blonde man up and down: "It's really a good body, and I can't dream of being so harmonious with you." ”

The blonde man smiled and said, "Probably, this is a kind of fate." ”

"Fate......" Duke Fino said lightly, "it's getting more and more interesting." ”

"No matter what dumb riddle you're playing, please tell me now, have you got all the goods I want?" Deacon Firth on the side was a little impatient, these two guys have been playing dumb riddles since they met, is it so difficult for vampires from England to speak?

"I've already given you everything you want, so I won't accompany you for the rest of the plan," Fino nodded his precious cane on the wet concrete floor and said, "I wish you all the best in your plans." ”

Deacon frowned and asked, "What do you mean by this, you are going to give up?" ”

That's not good, Deacon thought. It took a lot of effort for Duke Rafino to join the gang, and this guy had a great interest in this plan from the beginning, and it was also because of the alliance with this weighty Duke of the Blood Clan that Deacon had the confidence to enter the Blood Council and the ability to implement his plan.

"No, no, no......" Fino said, "I will continue to support you and complete your plan......"

"It's just a person who stands on the bright side, as long as there is one of you."

"Me?" The wrinkles on Deacon's forehead deepened, and he couldn't figure out what Fino was going to do.

"Yes, I have already helped you solve the difficulties at the beginning, and the rest is only resource support, so it's up to you" Fino blinked and said, "I'm optimistic about you, and you." ”

The blonde man bowed slightly.

With that, Duke Fino turned and walked away, leaving Deacon and the others where they were.

"What do you mean by him?" Deacon looked at Duke Fino, who was fading away, and asked the people behind him.

The blonde man, also known as Dio Brando, said: "He wants to support you, and that's probably what he means." ”

"Support me?" Deacon pondered for a moment, and then ordered, "Find someone to keep an eye on his recent actions, I want to know what made him change his mind." ”

"Understood," said Dio Brando, respectfully, "then I will arrange for these sacrifices to be delivered to the [storehouse]." ”

Deacon turned and walked away, leaving Dio Brando where he was. And there Dior stood, like a loyal servant—feeling a faint sting from behind, the blonde vampire showing no sign on his face.

If we look down through the gap in his clothes, we can see that on Dio Brando's left shoulder there is a star-shaped birthmark that is constantly agitating.

"Oh~ Jonathan, do you feel it too?" Dio didn't know whose name he was calling: "This resonating bloodline......"

The mist carried the sound far away, but it was far away and I couldn't hear what he was saying, it was just simple, there was a strange noise.

Unlike the fog outside, the Rist was well heated – and God knows what Otis had modified the already elaborate giant motorhome, but Ringa hadn't seen any extra fuel costs anyway.

George Jr. was showering in the car's bathroom, while Linga was handing out staff meals with a few new employees in the manhole cover in the alley near the food truck.

Little George in the mirror, his long bangs were wet with water at this time, and he drooped in front of his forehead. Little George stretched out his hand to wipe away the mist in the mirror, looking at the little freckles on his face and feeling upset - although European and American races are prone to freckles because of their skin color, and even freckles are the representative of youth, but little George was also brought up by Linga, and his aesthetics are also a little biased towards the oriental aesthetics, so that she has been fighting against these nasty "little things".

But compared to this, little George turned around and looked in the mirror, which was like a star, like a birthmark on his left shoulder. She didn't know she would have this thing, she hadn't seen it before, it seemed to come out of nowhere—"Why don't you find a time to talk to Daddy?" As soon as this idea came up, he was dispelled by the shy George, and even if little George is mature, he will inevitably be ashamed to talk to his parents like his peers in this kind of thing.

At this time, Linga's voice came from outside: "George-"

"Oh! I'll be right away," George quickly dried his hair, put on his clothes, opened the door, and ran out.