The president of Jinquan Bank in Frankfort is a middle-aged man with a big belly and a fat head. At this time, he was sitting in the soft sofa in the VIP box, crossing his legs, and swaying his glass with ice whiskey impatiently.

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

He cursed and slapped the wine glass on the table.

As a promising billionaire, he is also a guest at this nightclub and enjoys the permanent right to use this VIP box-

In order to facilitate his work, the walls of this room were covered with a thick layer of sound insulation pads. Even if the noise inside was loud, it would be impossible to hear outside.

According to past practice, the manager of a nightclub will post screenshots of the surveillance footage in the nightclub every ten minutes to a private chat group (there are big names like the president in the group). If anyone likes a customer, as long as he notifies the manager, the latter will let the security team take action.

But now, the president has been sitting on the sofa for more than twenty minutes. Not to mention the goods he had booked, he didn't even see anyone who came to apologize.

"grass."

The heart was rising and he was irritable. He slapped the handrail of the sofa, stood up, moved his bloated body, and walked towards the private room door.

As soon as his palm was put on the door handle, the door was pushed open suddenly. A security guard covered in blood and had a vertical scar on his chest was cut open to hold the door and fell in.

The leader, who was still hot just now, woke up instantly, bowed down to cover the mouth of the security guard who wanted to scream, and pulled him into the door.

At the same time, the door was closed gently without making any noise, and the door was locked.

The general president listened for a while, but didn't hear any sound, then lowered his head and asked the security guard lying on his back gloomyly,

"What's going on outside?"

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

The president certainly knew what the Miller family, who runs this nightclub, was like this.

In fact, in a few years, when his good friend Alex Miller is promoted to the Vampire Viscount, he will also be qualified to be a first-time winner.

It directly converts into an orthodox blood clan and works as a cattle and horse for the Miller family in exchange for the opportunity to live for immortality - the blood clan also needs white gloves to manage and make money.

The security guard's forehead was covered with sweat, his facial expression was ferocious and distorted, and he covered his stomach with his palms to prevent him from going out of the water.

Hearing the president's question, he said hoarsely and lowly: "There is something outside..."

Dong--

A long spear with a bone-like gun blade directly penetrated the thick and strong soundproof wall, and the security guard was accurately shot, and he snatched it casually, grabbed a single head and slowly pulled it back.

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

!

The president's heart was pounding and was about to explode. He immediately lay on the ground, not crawling towards the bathroom, but crawled towards the corner of the wall ahead, and his entire huge body shrank directly under the half-substantial body.

The spear was pulled out of the house, and the security guard's head, which still had a look of horror, hit the wall, and fell down with a click.

It happened to be falling into the arms of the president.

With four eyes facing each other, the leader's soul must fly straight out of the sky with his body.

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

"Is there no one here..."

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

After a long time, he heard the sound of "traveling" footsteps gradually moving away. The unknown existence holding a spear seemed to have left here.

The president let go of the palm covering his mouth, and he felt that the pants under his butt had been immersed in urine.

Fortunately, I survived...

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

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

There is his cell phone there. As long as you crawl over, you can take it and hide in the toilet and notify others.

He crawled humbly like a dog, and before he could climb out a few steps, his scalp became numb.

The feeling of being watched.

The leader slowly turned his head as if he was half frozen (he could even hear the rust sound of his neck rusting), and looked back.

On the wall facing the corridor, an eye looked coldly at him lying on the ground through the holes in the wall.

“There’s another one.”

The old woman's voice rang again.

The president collapsed to the ground, crawling back with his limbs, subconsciously trying to scream.

Zheng--

The triangular bone spear once again penetrated the wall,

The bone-spinal vertebrae extends for a long distance, sending the gun blade straight into the leader's neck, pausing for a few seconds, as if giving the leader a time to savor it carefully.

"Swoosh"

As the gun blade bounced back, a large amount of blood spurted out of the leader's neck.

His eyes were wide open, and his fat fingers were covering his neck desperately, but he could not stop the blood from gushing out of his body, splashing onto the ceiling, smearing a scarlet scroll.

Pick.

His heavy body fell to the ground and no longer breathed.

Li Ang, who was walking in the corridor, threw out a spear flower at will and threw out the scarlet red spots on the spear blade.

He gently pressed the triangular bone spear against the wall, fired the gun blade into it through the wall panel, and easily harvested the living people in the house who were no longer worthy of being called humans.

———

In the private room at the end of the corridor, the only few security guards were standing at the end of the room, holding long guns and short cannons.

Alex, who has bloodline blood, has blonde hair shining like the sun, has handsome and feminine appearance, and has deep and blue eyes - but there is always a lingering perverse and obscene aura and sluggishness between his eyebrows and eyes.

Several mortal wealthy children, who are also playboys, stood next to Alex with trembling trembling—some of them were not even wearing their clothes because they were having too much fun just now.

Alex was too lazy to look at these so-called "friends" with a gloomy face and softly shouted the name of the bodyguard his father gave him, "Paul, how is it outside?"

The man in the suit named Paul had a long and narrow face, like a horse's face, and held two long, narrow machetes with deep blood grooves in his hand.

Hearing Alex's shout, standing on the edge of the wall, pressing the blade against the wall with his blade, he turned his head and shook his head gloomyly, "Master, support is already on the road, you can go from the secret passage first."

"Um."

Alex didn't talk nonsense, just nodded.

Although Paul was an elder who watched him grow up with his own eyes, the blood slave was just a blood slave after all. There was an insurmountable gap between him and his master, and it was a consumable that could be abandoned at will.

Surrounded by bodyguards, Alex entered the private room and gently stroked his fingers under the glass mirror to open the secret door.

After the secret door opened, he asked several bodyguards to walk into the secret passage and followed him in.

The eternal life of the blood clan is not immortal. The long life has not made them look down on the earthly world, but is more afraid of death. Even the nightclubs and bars of their own power must 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 allowed him to clearly feel a deep footsteps through the thick soundproof wall panels and start sprinting in the distance of the corridor. He ran faster and faster, and rushed towards this private room!

That's now!

Paul's body suddenly swelled, his already narrow face became hideous and ugly, his nose wings protruded and curled inward, his ears extended backward, and a layer of shallow black short hair appeared on his skin.

In less than half a second, he turned into a half-human and half-bat who was more than two meters tall, and his burly and strong body directly burst out his suit top.

The narrow machete, which was originally a little bulky, was light and flexible in his hands.

With a "sniff" sound, the blade easily penetrated the wall, and was on the other side's rushing road. Driven by the half-man and half-bat monster, he dragged forward hard.
Chapter completed!