The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

A vampire who was specifically responsible for guarding the entrance to the Deacon Grand Mansion stared wide-eyed at the one-armed, disabled vampire who was pinching his head.

next second.

He then heard the sound of a watermelon bursting coming from his head.

"puff!"

"Thump."

The headless vampire fell to the ground, its body and limbs twitching unconsciously, accompanied by flowing black blood.

Quinn stared expressionlessly at the three headless corpses lying in front of him, then took a deep breath and pushed open the door to the large, single-level apartment belonging to Deacon, which he normally needed permission to enter with his head down.

Inside the room, the two female vampires, one white and one black, who were Deacon's playthings, saw Quinn push open the door and quickly grabbed a towel from the side to cover their flawless bodies.

"Quinn, you're crazy..."

"Well!"

Before the white vampire could finish speaking, he felt a blur before his eyes, and by the time he realized what was happening, Quen had already grabbed Fate by the throat.

The black vampire standing nearby, witnessing this scene, suddenly felt a bad premonition.

Quinn looked at the white vampire in his hand.

His eyes sparkled with a light resembling a fan-shaped resolution diagram.

He was particularly impressed by this white female vampire.

after all……

This white female vampire said in front of a whole host of vampires that he was Deacon's lackey.

Although it's true that he's a lackey.

But the eldest brother laughed at the second brother, saying, "I'm a dog slave, but aren't you also Dickon's slave?"

Just like now.

Even though the white vampire was being held by the neck.

Quinn could still see the white vampire's disgust and loathing for him in her eyes.

"Pfft... thud."

The black vampire gasped as she looked at the corpse lying on the ground, then covered her mouth in shock, her eyes filled with fear and unease as she looked at Quen, who was staring at her... and at the familiar ring on Quen's right finger.

Quinn stared blankly at the black vampire woman.

Ok.

He was pleased with the way the black female vampire looked at him.

only……

Quinn walked straight up to the black female vampire and placed his single hand on her head.

The latter trembled violently.

Quinn tightened his grip, and the black woman, not daring to resist, knelt down in front of Quinn.

"Sizzle!"

Quinn lowered her gaze to the black vampire woman, her voice low and menacing: "I'm furious right now."

after awhile.

"Thump, thump, thump!"

Kunen tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and savored the thrill of surviving the ordeal and the sense of relief that followed!

What pleasure could compare to the pleasure of having one's former master's woman submit to his feet?

At this moment.

Quinn experienced the same happiness that Deacon had once had.

He stood quietly in place, enjoying the treatment that Deacon had once enjoyed. His body, which looked as if it had been burned, had countless maggots wriggling on its skin, and even his severed arm was slowly wriggling.

After half an hour.

Accompanied by a wild roar from Quinn's throat.

Quinn smiled.

Seeing this, the woman in black tore off the towel she was still wrapped in with her right hand, showing her complete submission to Quinn while revealing an even more alluring smile on her face.

Quinn glanced at it, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.

"You're good. Go take a shower and wait for me in bed."

"Yes, Master."

The woman with dark skin lowered her eyes and spoke in a soft, gentle tone.

She chose to be Dickon's toy in order to achieve immortality.

and so……

As long as I'm alive, I don't care who messes with me.

Quinn looked at the woman who seemed to have completely submitted to him, a glint of light flashing in his eyes. He then rubbed the woman's heart with his foot, chuckled, and turned to walk back towards the door.

If he didn't have other things to do, he would have loved to pin the woman who once belonged to his master, Dickon, down and brutally abuse her.

The son is Zhongshan Wolf, and he is mad when he is successful.

This describes Quen.

Quinn walked straight ahead and arrived at the elevator.

into the eye.

A dozen or so vampires who looked like homeless people were already waiting there. When they saw Quinn enter, they all lowered their heads in unison.

"Owner."

"Um."

If he was Dickon's lackey before, then these dozen or so vampires in front of him are his lackeys now.

Quinn took out a piece of paper from his pocket, containing a dozen or so names and addresses that he had written down with a pen while enjoying the services of the black woman: "Find a way to make these twelve vampires see the sun tomorrow."

Locke was right.

Quen is indeed an ambitious vampire.

He was certain that Dickon was dead after Locke took out the ring.

Because this ring was a gift from Dickon's master, after receiving it, Dickon never took it off, not even when he was taking a bath.

And now Dickon is dead.

He can be replaced!

The thought started flowing uncontrollably as he ran out of the safe house and returned here.

However, achieving this is not easy.

Although he was Dickon's lackey, Dickon had more than just him.

And frankly speaking, he wasn't even the most favored of Deacon's many lackeys.

Before him, there were twelve lackeys.

But it's okay.

If he gets rid of those twelve lackeys, wouldn't he become Dickon's most favored lackey?

The vampires standing in front of Quinn took the paper from his hand, looked at the list on the paper, and then looked at Quinn.

"Yes, Master."

"Go on, tomorrow when the sun rises, this building beneath your feet will be renamed the Quinn Building!"

"yes!"

The vampires' eyes lit up, and upon hearing the command, they all rushed toward the elevator window.

They darted out the window and disappeared into the night.

Quinn then entered the elevator and entered a password on the elevator keypad.

soon.

The elevator stopped at a floor that wasn't listed on the elevator buttons.

after awhile.

He arrived at a meeting room that resembled a round table conference.

Thirteen tall chairs, resembling the thrones of European kings, were arranged in a circle.

And Quinn was standing in the middle of this circle.

A short while later.

One after another, vampires that looked somewhat decayed entered the arena and found their seats.

These thirteen vampires are the legendary pure-blooded vampires.

……