The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

You still can't kill me!

Dickon Frost, who rose from an ordinary vampire to a figure below thirteen pureblood vampires and above ten thousand vampires, has the right to say that.

Of course.

If he didn't have this confidence, he wouldn't be thinking about how to overthrow the rule of the vampire council, which he sees as now rotten.

Locke smiled as he listened to Dickon Frost's extremely arrogant words.

"Mr. Frost agreed?"

"Of course, but I have one condition."

"oh."

"I'll be coming alone, and I suppose Mr. Underwood will too."

"..."

Locke remained silent upon hearing this.

Brown and Debbie, who were standing to the side, frantically gave Locke meaningful glances upon hearing this.

What a joke.

The other party is the leader of the vampires.

Going to the meeting alone?

This looks exactly like a vampire buffet.

Brown and Debbie were extremely unwilling for Locke to agree to this request.

but……

Locke glanced at the two men winking at him and readily agreed.

"Okay, I promise."

"readily!"

Dickon Frost on the phone seemed unwilling to give Locke a chance to back down, stating directly, "Then it's tonight at seven o'clock, the abandoned hangar next to Kennedy International Airport, a deal!"

Locke remained expressionless: "It's a deal!"

The phone hangs up.

After hanging up the phone, Dickon Frost, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of his large apartment, looked out at the beautiful New York City view.

after awhile.

Without turning his head, he called out behind him, "Quinn!"

The words fell.

It seemed to have always been in the living room, but the somewhat ugly vampire that Locke and Brown had seen when they were staking out the vampire bar a month ago, which had always been hidden in the dark corners where the sunlight never reached, finally emerged from the shadows.

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

Right now, he was extremely respectful to Dickon Frost.

Quinn lowered his eyes and walked obediently behind Dickon Frost.

"Owner."

"You heard me."

Dickon Frost turned around and looked at Quinn, who stood before him like a docile house dog: "Go to the warehouse and get two million in cash. You're coming with me this afternoon."

Quinn, who was hunched over, was slightly taken aback.

Didn't you just say you were going to the meeting alone? Why did you bring me along?

However, Quinn dared not say those words aloud.

He became a vampire, willingly becoming Dickon Frost's dog, so that he could live forever, not to seek death.

Kunen's mind raced for a moment, then he respectfully replied, "Yes, Master."

After saying that, he turned around to get on with his business.

Just then.

Dickon Frost suddenly spoke up: "Wait a minute."

Quinn immediately stopped, turned around, and bent over.

"Owner."

"I heard you got burned by Blade again the day before yesterday?"

"...Yes, Master."

Quinn's expression was rather unpleasant.

He and Blade are old rivals.

To be precise, he was a mouse, while Blade was a black cat.

Including the time the day before yesterday, he has been tricked by Blade five times now.

Every time Blade managed to kill him, he would chop off his arm and then set him on fire.

He wanted to rise to prominence, but given his limited abilities, there was no way to achieve it.

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

Quinn was his servant.

The entire vampire community in New York City knew about this.

He also knew why the Blade had tortured Quen repeatedly but hadn't killed him.

In a word.

Blade wasn't just toying with Quen; he was slapping him in the face.

Dickon Frost looked at Quinn, remained silent for a moment, then stretched out his right arm, revealing his vampire fangs and biting into his arm.

Open your mouth.

"..."

Kun looked up at the bleeding arm that had risen in front of him. He was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up. He excitedly knelt down on the ground, raised his head, and opened his mouth with an extremely respectful expression.

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

Quinn swallowed it greedily.

The power from the A-class vampire exploded within him like an atomic bomb.

A tremendous force instantly swept over his entire body.

Five minutes later.

Kneeling on the ground, Kun couldn't hide his excitement as he examined his hands.

He got promoted.

and……

He had a feeling that next time he encountered Blade, he wouldn't be one-sidedly beaten.

correct.

Quinn was filled with excitement, and immediately prostrated himself on the ground, kissing Dickon Frost's black fingernails: "Thank you, Master."

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

"Before we leave this afternoon, find a way to let Blade Warrior know about this."

"Well……"

Upon hearing this, Kun looked up, somewhat puzzled.

But what he saw was Dickon Frost's expressionless, effeminate face.

Quinn was startled and quickly responded.

"Yes, Master."

"...Get lost."

Dickon Frost stared intently at Quinn for five minutes before finally uttering a single, understated remark.

Kun, who had been lying on the ground feeling like he was suffocating, was relieved. He quickly got up, lowered his head, bent over, retreated to the door, and then turned and left the room.

Dickon Frost only looked away after Quinn left the room.

He had just used his own life essence to raise Kun's strength from C-level to B-level, the limit he could reach.

However, after offering rewards, a gentle reminder is the proper way to manage subordinates.

Dickon Frost knew this very well.

Vampires aren't dogs; they can't be tamed. If they aren't disciplined regularly, they can easily turn on their masters.

He was just thinking about devouring his master.

Dickon Frost turned around and reopened the curtains of the large French windows in front of him.

moment.

The midday sun once again bathed the entire large apartment in its light.

Under the blazing sun, at its zenith.

Dickon Frost ran his fingers back and forth over the distinctive ring he wore on his right hand.

It was this ring that gave him the confidence to face the sun without fear.

The origin of this ring is his secret.

This is also his greatest source of confidence.

He believed that he, too, would soon be like the midday sun, the sole sun among the vampires.

By then...

Those who obey me will prosper, those who oppose me will perish!

at the moment.

Those thirteen old geezers told me not to antagonize the Sentinel Special Operations Bureau, so I won't.

I won't kill!

I fucking sent Blade to kill them!

Tsk tsk.

……