The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 22: King vs. King
You still can't kill me!
From an ordinary vampire to the man who has climbed above thirteen pure-blooded vampires and above all other vampires, Dickon Frost has the qualification to say this.

Of course.

If he didn't have this confidence, he wouldn't have thought about how to overthrow the rule of the Vampire Council, which he believed was now corrupt.

Locke smiled at Dickon Frost's extremely conceited words.

"Mr. Frost agrees?"

"Of course, but I have a condition."

"Oh."

"I will come alone, and Mr. Underwood should do the same."

"..."

Locke heard this and said nothing.

Brown and Debbie, who were standing aside, heard this and winked at Locke frantically.

What a joke.

The other party is the vampire leader.

Going to a meeting alone?

No matter how you look at it, this looks like a buffet for vampires.

Brown and Debbie were extremely reluctant to let Locke agree to this request.

but……

Locke just glanced at the two people who winked at him and agreed.

"Okay, I promise you."

"readily!"

Deacon Frost on the phone didn't seem to be going to give Locke a chance to change his mind, and said directly: "Then let's meet at 7 o'clock tonight, in the abandoned hangar next to Kennedy International Airport. It's a deal!"

Locke said expressionlessly: "It's a deal!"

The phone hangs up.

Deacon Frost, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of his large flat, put down the phone and looked out the window at the beautiful view of New York City.

after awhile.

Without even turning his head, he shouted to the back: "Quinn!"

The words fell.

It seemed that the ugly vampire that Locke and Brown saw when they were stalking at the vampire bar a month ago walked out from the darkness. It seemed that the vampire had always been in the living room, but had been hiding in a dark corner where the sunlight could not reach.

Quinn's expression and attitude at this moment were completely different from the arrogant man that night.

Now he was as respectful as he could be to Dickon Frost.

Quinn lowered his eyes and walked behind Dickon Frost.

"Owner."

"You heard me."

Dicken Frost turned around and looked at Quinn, who was like a well-behaved domestic dog in front of him. He said, "Go to the warehouse and get two million in cash. You come with me this afternoon."

Quinn, who was hunched over, was slightly stunned.

Didn’t you just say that you would go to the meeting alone? Why did you bring me along?

But Quinn didn't dare say this out loud.

He became a vampire and was willing to become a dog of Dickon Frost in order to gain eternal life, not to seek death.

Quinn's thoughts turned for a moment, and then he responded respectfully: "Okay, Master."

After saying this, he turned around and prepared to go about his business.

at this time.

"Wait a moment," said Dickon Frost suddenly.

Quinn quickly stopped and turned around again, hunching over.

"Owner."

"I heard that you were burned by the Blade Warrior again the day before yesterday?"

"...Yes, Master."

Quinn's expression was a little grim.

He and Blade are old rivals.

To be precise, he is a mouse and Blade is a black cat.

Including the time the day before yesterday, he has been teased by Blade Warrior five times.

Each time Blade was able to kill him, but each time he did so by chopping off his arms and then setting him on fire.

He wanted to be stronger, but his strength was there and he had no way to do so.

Dickon Frost looked at the expression on Quinn's face and snorted.

Quinn was his servant.

The entire New York City vampire community knew about this. He also knew why Blade had tortured Quinn repeatedly but had no intention of killing him.

In a word.

Blade isn't teasing Quinn, he's punching him in the face.

Deacon Frost looked at Quinn, and after a moment of silence, he stretched out his right arm, revealing his vampire fangs and biting his arm.

"Open your mouth."

"..."

Quinn looked up and saw the bleeding arm rising in front of him. He was stunned at first, then his eyes lit up. He knelt on the ground excitedly, raised his head, and opened his mouth with an extremely respectful expression.

Dickon Frost's blood dripped into Quinn's open mouth.

Quinn swallowed hungrily.

The power from the A-level vampire was like an atomic bomb exploding in his body.

A tremendous force instantly swept through every part of his body.

five minutes later.

Quinn knelt on the ground, unable to hide his excitement, and looked at his hands.

He upgraded.

and……

He had an illusion that the next time he met the Blade Warrior, he would not be beaten unilaterally.

correct.

Quinn thought excitedly, then he quickly fell to the ground and kissed Dickon Frost's black nails: "Thank you, Master."

Dickon Frost looked expressionlessly at Quinn, who was lying in front of him like a dog.

"Find a way to let Blade Warrior know about this before we leave this afternoon."

"Uh……"

Hearing this, Quinn looked up in confusion.

But what he saw was the expressionless, feminine face of Dickon Frost.

Quinn was startled and responded quickly.

"Yes, Master."

"……get out."

Deacon Frost looked at Quinn deeply, and only said this lightly five minutes later.

Quinn, who had been lying on the ground and felt like he was about to suffocate, felt as if he had been pardoned. He quickly got up from the ground, lowered his head, hunched his back, retreated to the door, then turned around and left the room.

Only after Quinn left the room did Dickon Frost look away.

He had just used his own blood essence to raise Quinn's strength from C-level to the maximum level he could reach, B-level.

However, giving sweet dates and then giving them a warning is the way to control your subordinates.

Dickon Frost was well aware of this.

Vampires are not dogs and cannot be tamed. If they are not beaten frequently, they will easily devour their owners.

He was just thinking about the matter of devouring his master.

Dickon Frost turned and reopened the curtains of the great French window before him.

moment.

The midday sun once again fills the entire flat.

In the scorching sun, it is at its highest point.

Dickon Frost passed his fingers over the special ring on his right finger.

It is this ring that gives him the confidence to face the sun without fear.

The origin of this ring is his secret.

It is also his greatest confidence.

He believed that he would always be like the scorching sun at noon, and it would not be long before he would be the only sun among the vampire community.

Until then……

Those who follow me will prosper, those who go against me will perish!

at the moment.

Those thirteen old bastards told me not to make enemies with the Sentinel Secret Service, so I won’t.

I won't kill!

I'll let Blade kill!

Tsk tsk.

……

(End of this chapter)