"So, you didn't see that demon either?"

Konstantin's face was a little strange, it only took him a little effort to find his old friend's daughter Liv, but other than that, there was not a trace of waves, and the expected demon never appeared.

"Is there some larger conspiracy brewing in it?" Konstantin muttered with a frown.

Chas interjected, "Maybe it's just going through something more important." ”

"Oh?" Konstantin pouted, "then I'd rather be more inclined to the former reason, what a terrible thing it would be to have a demon who hates me to the bone give up the chance to screw my head off right away..."

"Anyway, for now, that's a good thing for us, isn't it?" said Carlo with a smile.

"Well, indeed. Konstantin nodded, and then said to Carlo: "In order to prevent other enemies from finding Liv again, I will send her to a place of absolute safety... You can go to New York and wait for me, and in a week, I'll meet you."

"So, John." Carlo smiled and nodded, "See you in New York.."

...

It is a building with gray and white colors, few windows, and cold lines, which give it a solemn feeling.

You wouldn't guess what it was really used for, even though the bronze plaque outside the fence reads "Waste Disposal Center", but no one would believe that this is what a scrapyard should look like.

"BPRD", the Paranormal Investigation and Defense Agency, specializes in dealing with various paranormal events for the U.S. government.

A huge garbage truck slowly drove into the gate, and the baron jumped out of the car with a gloomy face, his temper had been getting worse every day since the sewer incident, and no one knew why.

"Hey boy, good afternoon.."

The agent on duty at the gate habitually greeted the baron, but the baron suddenly stopped, turned his head to stare at him, and said word by word: "Don't call me boy, I'll say it again.."

The agent was stunned for a moment, and Ai Ai was speechless.

He was not a newcomer who didn't know anything, his beard was gray, he was an old man of BPRD, and it could be said that he had watched the baron grow from a little red monkey to the burly and strong appearance he is now.

But he suddenly found that he didn't seem to know the cold and fierce monster in front of him at all.

The baron strode towards his room, and along the way, many people greeted him, and if he had used to make some jokes, he might have teased them once in a while, but now he only felt that every one of those words was full of sarcasm and ridicule, and the bruises on his forehead could not help beating, and anger rose in his heart for no reason.

"Bang.." The thick iron door was kicked open by the baron, and the loud noise made the baron's "pets" flee in panic, he liked to keep cats, and his heart slowly calmed and softened when he saw these stuffy things.

"Baby, come to Daddy."

The baron took off his trench coat and holster, bare his upper body, poured cat food into the palm of his hand, and called out softly to the cats.

At this moment, the door suddenly opened, and a handsome man walked in from the door, holding a large pot of fiery red and sticky chili sauce in his hand.

"Your chili sauce.. I've got an appointment tonight, so I'll bring them to you first." The man explained as he placed the chili sauce on the table.

The baron looked at the basin full of chili sauce in front of him, the chili pepper came from Southeast Asia and Africa, it was his favorite taste, the hot and exciting smell could keep him full of energy and sexy red skin, but today, he no longer had the feeling of anticipation and coveting.

"Maybe I can change a few more pots of chili sauce for you.. Haha.."

The mysterious young man's words echoed in his ears again and again, like a nightmare, he couldn't forget it, and he couldn't help but think about it... The room he was in was more like an iron cage, the key was not in his hands, those people could lock him up at any time, and there was a regular ration of food, was it dog food? Hehe, what an irony..

The baron thought, his face slowly darkened, and the strength of his hands became more and more intense, and several cats standing in his palms licking were in pain, let out a scream, and sprang out, leaving a few shallow scratches on the back of his hand.

"Oh, are you alright?"

The handsome man happened to bring in the last pot of chili sauce, and when he saw this scene, he hurriedly asked.

"I'm fine.." The baron shook his head slowly, staring at the new "breeder" sent from above and asked, "Max, if you don't mind, can you tell me who you have asked tonight?"

A trace of panic flashed on Max's face, and he subconsciously avoided the baron's gaze, and replied vaguely: "It's nothing, it's just a chick I just met not long ago.。。 If nothing else, I'll go first..."

"Well, have a nice date. ”

"Thank you.."

The baron watched Max escape from his room in a hurry, his eyes so gloomy that he almost dripped.

He's big, but that doesn't mean he's stupid, he can guess who Max wants to meet.

"Elizabeth Sherman", he heard, the men were about to call her back, the BPRD needed Sherman's strength...

"Oh, you goddamn brutes." The baron looked at the faint scratch on the back of his hand, his eyes flashed, and he said slowly in a dark tone.

...

On the cold night street of snowy night, a man and a woman walked side by side with coffee in their hands, the two talked and laughed, looking very compatible, like a pair of beautiful people.

"I knew that. Max, you little bastard, I'm supposed to tear you apart the first day you came."

A pair of large eyes stared at the two of them, and the baron's face, slightly distorted by jealousy and anger, was revealed on a roof by the street.

If there's anything in this world he cares about, it's probably Sherman.

A little red monkey and a little girl who will be on fire, they are slandered by the malice of this world, they are branded as "freaks", they encourage each other, hug each other for warmth, they are childhood sweethearts, they regard each other as the ultimate family and partners...

The Baron knew that if he had to choose between the world and Sherman, he would not hesitate to choose the latter, and the weight of this woman in his heart was as you can imagine.

The laughter of the two faintly reached the baron's ears, and he was so jealous that he couldn't understand how that weak, ridiculous, pretentious boy was better than himself, and he didn't even know that Sherman never had a sweet tooth, and desperately tried to please her with donuts and brioche crackers, like a stupid clown...

Is it because he looks more like her?

The two seemed to be getting closer and closer, and the baron's eyes were red, and he felt that he should teach the boy below him a lesson.