The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

Quinn is in a very bad state right now.

pain!

When he escaped the abandoned hangar, he thought he had made it out of danger, but then he was shot in the right arm by a sniper.

Those are ultraviolet bullets that are the perfect counter to vampires.

His arm immediately burst into flames. Before he could even react, a burly man with the physique of a bear rushed up to him and slashed at his arm with a knife, muttering something like, "I almost got into trouble."

By the time he realized what was happening, he was already wearing a set of "holy water remote-controlled bomb" clothes.

then……

He was brought here by kidnappers.

Nothing happened that night.

Quinn realized that Jack, who had kidnapped him, didn't seem to want him dead, which gave him some ideas.

But he dared not move during the day, for even if he ran out, he would turn to ash in the sunlight.

So he waited until nightfall.

As a result, when he took action while Jack turned around, Jack detonated the "holy water bomb" on him without hesitation.

moment.

He suffered extensive burns, not only that, his right leg was broken, and his clothes were replaced with a larger set of "holy water bombs".

He's in a lot of pain right now.

It hurts terribly.

Quinn endured the pain radiating from all parts of his body, trying his best to keep a blank expression as he stared at Locke.

Eyes facing each other.

Locke chuckled.

Let's chat.

"..."

Quinn's mouth, which seemed to have been washed with concentrated sulfuric acid, remained silent for a moment before slowly opening.

His voice was hoarse, as if he were speaking with sand in his mouth.

"What are you going to talk about?"

"What kind of conspiracy is Dickon plotting?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Kun's eyes involuntarily narrowed.

"I have no idea."

"Oh."

Locke chuckled softly: "Really? I don't believe it."

There's a saying...

Even a leader's wife may not know him as well as his secretary or driver.

No matter what world you're in, the secrets of those in positions of power may be unknown to their families, but their secretaries and drivers will certainly know some of them.

And Quinn... is Deacon's driver.

This is why Locke didn't say anything after watching Quinn escape.

He was also quite curious about what Dickon was plotting, leaving the leaping and jumping blade unharmed.

It's impossible that Dickon is Blade's father.

Otherwise, why would I spoil him like this?

Before Quinn could reply, Locke said again, "Whatever schemes or plans Dickon may have had, he's dead. You don't need to keep a dead man's secret if you want to leave alive."

Quinn paused slightly, looking at Locke with a mixture of surprise and disbelief in his eyes: "You'll let me leave?"

It's better to live a miserable life than to die a good death.

He abandoned his human identity and became Deacon's blood servant, all in order to achieve immortality.

Even if it means being Dickon's blood servant for eternity.

but……

That is also immortality.

Locke met Quinn's gaze and gave a direct affirmative answer.

"Of course, that's on the condition that you cooperate."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Quinn's surprise and disbelief vanished.

Locke scoffed.

"I can tell you're a smart person, and I like dealing with smart people. So, if you cooperate, I'll let you leave here alive."

"I……"

Quinn lowered his eyes, the expression in his gaze shifting wildly.

Locke quietly smoked the cigarette in his hand.

after awhile.

Quinn looked up again.

"Is Dickon really dead?"

"certainly."

Locke's lips curled up slightly. Quinn was indeed a smart man. Look, now he doesn't call him master, but calls him by his name directly.

Quinn shook his head: "I don't believe it."

No one knew Dickon Frost's strength better than him.

An A-class vampire is practically the pinnacle of vampires in New York City today.

Moreover, Dickon was also ruthless.

Look at those thirteen pureblood vampires. With Dickon silently feeding them verbena, they probably never imagined that their strength was now even inferior to that of a C-rank vampire.

Locke chuckled as he looked at Quinn, who was saying he didn't believe it but whose expression clearly said "Really?" Then, as if he had thought of something, he reached into his pocket with his right hand.

next second.

A ring appeared on Locke's hand.

Quinn's gaze fell upon the ring the moment it appeared.

"This is……"

"Now you believe me, right?"

Quinn didn't speak, but stared motionlessly at the ring Locke was playing with in his hand.

Locke looked at Quinn's expression, flicked his wrist, and threw the ring on his hand towards Quinn.

Quinn caught the ring with a swift movement, then examined it closely with his only remaining left hand.

His expression was one of surprise... with a hint of ecstasy.

Locke crossed his legs, rested his chin on his hand, and smiled as he looked at Quinn.

"So, are you sure?"

"Um."

Quinn responded subconsciously without looking up, then realized what was happening, looked up, and saw Locke's mocking gaze.

Locke's lips curled into a slight smile: "Answer my question, and I can give you this ring too."

It's just a ring that can protect against ultraviolet rays.

He does not need it.

Locke stated that his current achievements are entirely due to his own personal efforts.

In a word.

All great power originates from within oneself; external things are insignificant!

Hearing Locke's words, Quinn gripped the ring tightly in his hand.

"real?"

"certainly!"

Locke nodded: "Now, tell me, what did Deacon want to do while he was alive?"

Quinn opened his mouth, looked at Locke, then looked down at the ring in his hand that originally belonged to Deacon, took a deep breath, and looked up at Locke again.

then……

Begin your confession!

Five minutes later.

With Quinn falling silent, Locke also learned of Dickon's previous scheme.

"Summon the Blood God?"

"Yes."

At this moment, Quinn, who had begun to confess, also answered everything without reservation, nodding and saying, "This is also why Dickon didn't kill Blade. He needs Blade's blood and the blood of the thirteen pure-blooded vampire elders as a sacrifice to summon the Blood God."

However, the ancient incantation to summon the Blood God has not yet been deciphered.

This is the real reason why Deacon tolerates thirteen pureblood vampires riding on his back and ignores Blade's nighttime vampire killings as snacks.

Locke pondered, stroking his chin.

He didn't watch the movie Blade from beginning to end.

But the Blood God...

He still remembered that in the movie Blade, the Blood God seemed to be the BOSS.

hiss.

So Dickon isn't the boss; the Blood God is.

Good guy.

Just the Deacon alone gave him 200 extraordinary points. If the Blood God were to appear, how many points would he get?

Locke lowered his head, his eyes flickering.

Quinn sat quietly on the sofa, clutching the ring that originally belonged to Deacon tightly in his left hand, looking at Locke with some nervousness and unease.

after all.

Whether he lives or dies depends on the decision of this man who seems utterly unafraid of the vampire rampage and brazenly killed his own master.

……