Chapter 1 Frankfurt's Jinquan Bank President

The president of Jinquan Bank in Frankfurt was a pot-bellied, fat-headed middle-aged man. At this moment, he was sitting on the soft sofa in the VIP box, with his legs crossed, impatiently shaking his glass of whiskey with ice cubes.

"Damn it, why isn't he here yet?"

He cursed and slammed the glass on the table.

As a promising multi-millionaire, he was also a distinguished guest of this nightclub, enjoying the permanent right to use this VIP box.

To facilitate his business, the walls of this room were lined with a thick layer of soundproof padding, so even if it was noisy inside, no one outside could hear it.

According to past practice, the nightclub's manager would send screenshots of the nightclub's surveillance footage every ten minutes to a private chat group (the group was full of big shots like the president). If anyone took a fancy to a certain guest, they only needed to notify the manager, who would then have the security team take action.

But now, the president had been sitting on the sofa for more than twenty minutes, and he hadn't seen the goods he'd ordered, let alone anyone coming to apologize.

"Fuck."

His anger rising, he slapped the sofa armrest, stood up, and moved his bloated body towards the door of the box.

Just as his hand touched the doorknob, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a security guard covered in blood, with a long, vertical wound cut open in his chest, fell in, clutching the door.

The president, who had been feeling hot and irritable just now, instantly sobered up. He bent down to cover the security guard's mouth, who was about to scream, and dragged him into the room.

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

As an ordinary person, the president listened carefully for a while. Hearing no sound, he lowered his head and whispered to the security guard, who was lying on his back on the ground, in a gloomy tone,

"What's going on outside?"

As a blood slave, this security guard was still struggling not to die completely, even after being disemboweled and bleeding all over the floor—even the huge wound on his waist and abdomen was slowly healing.

Of course, the president knew what kind of existence the Miller family, which ran this nightclub, was.

In fact, in a few years, when his good friend Alex Miller was promoted to blood clan viscount, he would also be eligible for the first embrace.

He would be directly transformed into a legitimate blood clan member and work like a dog for the Miller family in exchange for the opportunity for eternal life—blood clans also needed white gloves to operate and accumulate wealth.

The security guard's forehead was covered in sweat, his facial expression was ferocious and twisted, and his hands were covering his belly to prevent the viscera from flowing out.

Hearing the president's question, he said in a hoarse and low voice, "There's someone outside..."

*Dong—*

A long qiang with a bone-like qiang blade directly pierced the thick and sturdy soundproof wall, and with undiminished momentum, precisely blew the security guard's head off. With a casual twist, it dragged the single head back slowly.

This scene was a bit like eating strawberries with a toothpick.

!

The president's heart was pounding so hard he thought it would explode. He immediately lay on the ground, not crawling towards the bathroom, but crawling towards the corner of the wall in front of him, his entire huge body cowering directly below the qiang.

The long qiang was pulled out of the room. The security guard's head, still bearing an expression of horror, hit the wall and fell down with a thud.

By coincidence, it fell right into the president's arms.

Eye to eye, the president's soul almost left his body and flew straight to the sky.

An eye peered in through the round hole in the wall caused by the qiang.

"Is there no one here anymore..."

The president heard a low, terrifying voice of an old woman outside. He quickly reached out and covered his mouth, not letting the sound of his chattering teeth leak out.

After a long time, he heard the sound of "tap, tap, tap" footsteps gradually moving away. The unknown entity holding the long qiang seemed to have left.

The president released the hand covering his mouth. He felt that the pants under his buttocks were already soaked with urine.

Fortunately, he survived...

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

Moving his limbs in slow motion, he crawled towards the other side of the box.

His phone was there. As long as he crawled over there, he could pick up the phone, hide in the toilet, and notify others.

He crawled on all fours like a dog, humbly crawling. Before he had crawled a few steps, his scalp went numb.

The feeling of being watched.

The president froze as if he had been frozen stiff. He slowly turned his head (he could even hear the rusty creaking of his neck) and looked behind him.

On the wall facing the corridor, an eye was coldly watching him, lying on the ground, through the hole in the wall.

"There's still one more."

The old woman's voice sounded again.

The president collapsed to the ground, crawling backwards with all fours, subconsciously wanting to scream.

*Zheng—*

The three-edged bone-tipped qiang once again pierced through the wall.

The bone vertebrae extended a long distance, sending the qiang blade straight into the president's neck. It paused for a few seconds, as if giving the president time to savor it carefully.

*Swoosh*

As the qiang blade snapped back, a large amount of blood spurted out of the president's neck.

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

*Thud.*

The heavy body fell to its knees and was no longer breathing.

Li Ang, walking in the corridor, casually flicked the qiang, throwing off the bits of scarlet on the qiang blade.

He gently rested the three-edged bone-tipped qiang against the wall, and through the wall panel, fired the qiang blade inside, easily and freely reaping the lives of 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 were holding long qiangs and short cannons, surrounding Alex Miller, standing at the end of the room.

Alex, who possessed the blood clan bloodline, had sunshine-like shining blond hair, a handsome and feminine appearance, and deep and blue eyes—but there was always an indelible aura of perversity, brutality, and floating haggardness between his eyebrows.

Several mortal wealthy young masters, who were also纨绔子弟, stood trembling beside Alex—several of them hadn't even put on their clothes properly because they were having too much fun just now.

Alex didn't even bother to look at these so-called "friends," his face gloomy. He softly called out the name of the bodyguard his father had assigned to him, "Paul, what's going on outside?"

The man in the suit named Paul had a narrow face, like a horse face, and was holding two narrow砍刀 with deep blood grooves in his hands.

Hearing Alex's call, he turned his head, standing at the edge of the wall, with the blade against the wall. He shook his head gloomily, "Young master, reinforcements are already on the way. You should leave through the secret passage first."

"Okay."

Alex didn't talk nonsense, just nodded.

Although this Paul was an elder who had watched him grow up, a blood slave was still just a blood slave. There was an insurmountable gap between the master and the slave, and they were expendable items that could be discarded at will.

Under the escort of the bodyguards, Alex entered the bathroom in the box and gently swiped his finger under the glass mirror to open the secret door.

After the secret door was opened, he let the bodyguards enter the secret passage, and he followed behind them.

The blood clan was immortal, but not immortal. The long life did not make them indifferent to the mundane world, but instead made them more afraid of death. Even their own nightclub bars had to be equipped with secret doors and hidden escape routes.

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

The blood clan's ability allowed him to clearly feel a burst of low footsteps starting to sprint in the distance of the corridor through the thick soundproof wall. The footsteps were getting faster and faster, rushing towards this box!

Now!

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

In less than half a second, he transformed into a humanoid bat creature more than two meters tall. The burly and sturdy body directly burst the suit jacket.

The originally slightly cumbersome narrow砍刀 were now light and nimble in his hands.

With a "呲" sound, the blade easily pierced the wall, lying across the opponent's rushing path. Driven by the humanoid bat monster, it dragged forward fiercely,

Determined to cut off the enemy's head!