For Dahm, the so-called vampires and bloods are just worms with stronger vitality, not much different from ordinary humans. Although these bloodlines have practiced a lot of martial arts and fighting skills suitable for themselves because of their long years, these are useless to Dam, and practicing them is equivalent to not practicing them.

"It's good luck that we're still alive" Preto looked weaker than Yaya, he was clawed through the chest by Damu in order to get Yaya, and he was almost caught in the heart core, but fortunately he transferred in time and was prepared in advance. But that's it, the blood in his whole body was also pulled by Dam's spirit, and it sprayed out cleanly, without any leftovers, causing his vitality to be greatly damaged.

"A bunch of blood clans, they were all defeated by one human being, and they were slaughtered" Preto smiled bitterly, "This world is too crazy"

She opened her mouth to show that she had always ignored ordinary humans, but she couldn't say anything at this moment.

"When my uncle comes, we must make the guy who injured us pay!!" she finally squeezed out a vicious remark.

"Your uncle, look at the bed over there," Preto looked at the friend with a look of sympathy and pity.

A head slowly stretched out from the last hospital bed at this time, and it was a middle-aged man who was a little bald.

He smiled bitterly and waved his hand at Ya.

"Sorry for the grace"

"Uncle!!" Shen Ya's eyes widened suddenly, her face completely fell into incomprehension, "You!!, how could you ??!!"

The middle-aged man touched his nose in embarrassment.

"On the way, I met the man named Hosiman. I was knocked unconscious by his punch, and when I woke up, I was already here."

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The ward was cold.

Preto didn't know what to say, and Ya Ya was completely red-faced. I was so ashamed that I wanted to find a crack in the ground and get in.

After a while

"By the way, Uncle Barry, are you here alone?" Preto obviously had a good relationship with the middle-aged blood clan, and casually stood.

"Yes, I drove over from home in a hurry, trying to meet you before the secret clan, and I didn't have time to ask other friends for help. Uncle Barry nodded honestly.

His human identity is that of a wealthy businessman, and he looks quite wealthy. White chubby with a mustache. No one could have imagined that he would be a top boxer who refined American boxing, and he was also a blood boxer, a rare subordinate blood clan powerhouse in the Ming Party.

"But don't worry. Although I have been arrested, my friends and brothers in the family should have noticed that something was wrong, and it is time to take action. We just have to wait, and it should be fine. Barry explained in affirmative, coming all the way to rescue his niece. But I didn't expect to get into it myself. This made his elder's old face a little unbearable, and he urgently needed to save some face.

"By the way, what about Asaror?"

It was then that she remembered that there were three other people.

"They've been taken away by the guys here," Barry replied.

On a road outside Berlin.

A black limousine with vine silver stripes drove smoothly. It looks out of place among the other vehicles around it, and it is particularly eye-catching.

The car is a delicate work of art, with a slender, streamlined shell that mirrors the reflection of a person.

The sedan was not fast, but it was also steadily overtaking several large trucks and ordinary cars. attracted the curious attention of other car owners, and some car owners simply took out their mobile phones to take pictures.

The world's four largest automakers, Poli's top luxury handmade car, the Athena IV. Or a limited edition, with a price of more than five million euros.

It is also the only car that Nighthawk has exclusively for Garons.

At this point, you don't feel any driving in the car. It's like sitting on a couch in a house, watching the scenery pass by quickly, but you don't feel like you're moving.

Whether it is the performance of the car or the skill of the driver, it has been coordinated to an extremely powerful point.

Aisaro and Arisa sat in the back row with little Vivien in their arms, silently observing everything around them.

After leaving the place of the fight, they were picked up by the man named Hosiman, and after some transfers, they flew directly to Germany, and finally arranged for this luxury car. After a sumptuous dinner in the car, the three of them finally calmed down.

Perhaps considering that they were frightened, the driver slowed down very considerately and drove the car slowly, barely making it seem that they were moving.

"Where are we going?" asked Vivien in a whisper.

Arisa shook her head, just holding Vivien's hand tightly, but her eyes were on her sister Aisaro.

Aisaro nodded in understanding, and looked up to ask the driver who was driving.

"Three ladies, don't ask, we'll be in Berlin in a moment. "The driver was a beautiful woman with a delicate face, dressed neatly in black, with long trousers and a sleeveless tight shirt, highlighting her full breasts and beautiful figure.

"I'm Quentin, and I'm here to pick you up on the orders of my teacher. The woman introduced herself. "So don't worry, it's all in the past and now you're safe. ”

"What are you talking about?" said Asara frowned.

"It's our president, Garon, why don't you know what to do?" Quentin seemed a little surprised.

Asaroh's heart sank.

The large number of people armed with guns seen along the way, as well as the two terrifying masters who were so strong that they were not human, arranged in an orderly and disciplined manner. All of them show that there is an extremely huge force behind this to grasp the overall situation.

She thought that she had overestimated Garon's strength, but she didn't expect that now it seemed that she still thought low, and that man's bottom line. The man named Garon. What kind of world did he experience before? There was such a strong force behind him.

No, it shouldn't be said to be support, it seems that this force seems to have been cultivated by him at all.

The car moved slowly. Quentin answered Assaro's questions from time to time along the way.

Gradually, some information about Garon was also revealed by her. Vivien, who was already frightened, also slowly replied, attracted by the topic of the two, and the Garon in their mouths seemed to be completely different from the Gareon in her memory.

Garon in Quentin's mouth, powerful, cold. Perfection is simply an inhuman existence, almost on the verge of being deified.

And the brother she remembers. It's just ordinary, except for being beautiful and getting good grades, there's nothing special about anything else.

These two people are not related to each other at all.

Night is slowly falling.

The car finally arrived at the gorgeous villa area. Slow down behind a black villa.

Wow

The door to the garage opens automatically. There was also a thin red light flashing above.

Quentin slowly drove the car in, parked in one of the parking spaces on the far left, the entire garage was unusually spacious, and there were three sports cars and an RV that looked like they were worth a lot of money.

Two men in black suits pulled the car door for the three of them, their faces respectful.

"The head of the regiment has been waiting on the second floor for a long time, please come with me. ”

One of them, a blonde man who spoke fluent American language, gave a charming smile to the three women in the car. His spoken language has a London accent that sounds like a combination of rigor and elegance.

Aisaro got out of the car first. Then block in front of the car door and protect the two girls to get out of the car slowly. At the same time, she was looking around at the scene.

The garage is illuminated by a soft yellow light. The light reflected on the surface of the car, and suddenly there were several more yellowish spots of light in the garage.

Where they got out of the car, the wall on the right was a transparent glass wall, through which you could see a small reception room with a sofa vase, and a maid in a black and white maid costume was wiping the furniture dust.

The blonde man leading the way was now walking towards a corner of the glass wall, where there was an auto-sensing glass door. A strong black man with a holster of a gun at his waist whispered a few words to him, then stepped away and bowed slightly to them in respect.

Aisaro smiled in return, and followed closely with Arisa and Vivien.

To be honest, Arisha and she have adapted quite well, and have been in and out of the high-end laboratories of the Primary Color Group, and the top-level living conditions are not unseen. But the rest of Little Vivien is a little uneasy.

The two eyes looked around curiously, the unique nervousness of the Americans and the adventurism in the bones were vividly manifested in her, she had just almost died in distress, and now she had recovered after more than a day.

"Vivien, are you sure we're really going to see your brother?" asked Arisa whispering into her ear.

"I don't know what to say," Vivien shook her head, in fact, she was also curious and expectant.

The three of them followed into the small reception room, and the maid who was cleaning gave them a standard skirt salute with her skirt in both hands. The three of them were a little at a loss, and they didn't know how to return the salute, so they were immediately called by the person who led the way to a small door on the right side of the reception room.

There was a small elevator there, and there was a pupil and fingerprint scanning device next to the silver elevator door, and Aisaro saw the blonde man press the pupil and press the fingerprint of his five fingers, and then opened the elevator door.

She also keenly found that inside the open silver elevator, there were even hidden laser cutting traps, once an enemy rashly cracked the elevator into it, or was paralyzed into the elevator, these laser cutters would play a terrifying lethality, in such a confined space is simply invincible.

"There was a little accident in this pick-up, the culprit Marshal Damm has been duly punished, carefully speaking, Marshal Damm's original purpose was good, but he was stimulated by those few blood clans, which caused his mood to be a little crazy. I hope you don't blame him anymore. The blonde man said earnestly.

Only then did Acharo notice that this man was one of the four strongest men under Dam.

"He almost killed us. Aisaro said in a cold tone.

"Whatever compensation you want, the marshal promises to agree. This is his most sincere apology, and I hope you can accept it. The blonde man gently stuffed a small object into Asaro's palm, which seemed to be a small box, and he didn't know what was inside. (To be continued......)