The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

"What?"

"What did you say?"

"Deacon is dead?"

"Did Blade and those Sentinel Secret Service agents team up to set a trap and kill Deacon?"

The thirteen pure-blooded vampire elders, who had just sat down and hadn't even had a sip of tea, heard this news from Quen.

Dickon died last night.

Logically speaking, 24 hours have passed by now, and the thirteen pureblood vampires should have received the message by now.

But they didn't know.

This is partly because few people know what happened last night, and partly because Dickon had already sidelined these thirteen vampires.

After their initial shock, the thirteen pure-blooded vampire elders looked at each other in bewilderment.

after awhile.

Everyone snapped out of their daze and looked at Quinn, who was surrounded by them.

They still couldn't quite believe it.

The leading pure-blood elder said in a deep voice, "Kunen, you're not joking."

Quinn raised his right hand.

The ring that was originally on Deacon's finger now glittered on Quinn's finger.

Kun's tone was also somewhat low: "Elder..."

His tone even carried a deep sadness.

soon.

Through Quen's narration, the thirteen pure-blooded vampire elders finally understood what had happened.

Dickon followed their instructions and attempted to use money to reach a settlement with Locke Underwood, the Secret Service agent.

The Sentinel Special Service also agreed.

In order to reach a reconciliation and to show their utmost sincerity, Dickon went there alone with Quinn.

result……

This was a trap, and one that was designed by the Sentinel Special Operations Bureau and the Blademasters.

Deacon was killed by the Sentinel Service and the Blade, but before he died, he gave the ring to Quen, giving Quen a chance to live.

Upon hearing this, the thirteen pureblood vampires instinctively felt that it was a lie.

But their gaze fell on Quinn's right arm.

obviously.

They could all see that Quinn's right arm was newly grown, and there was only one possible reason for this.

That is because Quinn's arm was cut off not long ago.

Moreover, Quen's skin is also newly formed.

Both of these points align with Quinn's own account.

The thirteen pure-blooded vampire elders exchanged glances once more.

"You mean, this is a trap set by Sentinel Services and Blade, and Blade is working with Sentinel Services?"

"Yes, Elder."

Quinn nodded without hesitation.

At that moment, he completely forgot the promise he had made to Locke while they were still in the safe house—that he would only target the Blade and never the Sentinel Special Operations Department.

In a word.

Those who have bullied me deserve to die!

"Damn it."

"That's incredibly dishonest."

"Old Eight, this is the new century now. Do you think it's like when we were young?"

"Young people these days don't have any sense of martial ethics."

"Fuck."

"So, the Sentinel Special Operations Bureau really intends to fight us to the death?"

"Is there no law left? Do they really not care about the 'Covenant' at all?"

As Quinn lowered his head and looked down submissively, the thirteen pureblood vampires sitting around the chairs couldn't help but start discussing amongst themselves.

Indeed.

While he was alive, Dickon did indeed have rebellious thoughts and actions.

Ultimately, Dickon is also a vampire.

They were together.

Moreover, Deacon was their official vampire leader, and his death at the hands of the Sentinel Service seems like a slap in the face to them.

This……

"This is intolerable! What else is intolerable!"

"Damn it, let's fight them!"

"Are you crazy? Don't forget, the Sentinel Special Operations Bureau has even developed ultraviolet bullets."

"Then what should we do? Pretend we don't know anything. No matter what, Dickon is the leader we put forward."

"Since Dickon is already dead, let's just let it go. After all, it was our people who struck first."

"..."

As Quinn listened to the thirteen pureblood vampires go from their initial indignant declaration of war to their recent compromise, he felt increasingly bewildered.

Good guy.

I've already embellished the story so much, and you're still thinking about compromising?

Damn it.

Others have already come knocking on our door.

Being with you bunch of insects...

Huh?

Quinn, who had his head down, couldn't help but blink.

He seemed to understand why his deceased master looked down on the thirteen pureblood vampires now.

"Cough cough."

Thinking of this, Quinn quickly coughed, attracting the attention of the thirteen pureblood vampires.

"Elders, may I say something?"

"explain."

"I think we need revenge."

"What?"

"no."

I disagree.

As soon as Kun spoke, four pure-blooded vampire elders shook their heads in rejection.

The leading vampire elder frowned and raised his right hand.

Upon seeing this, the other vampire elders immediately muted their microphones.

"Quinn, please continue."

"Elders, Locke Underwood and Blade said in the abandoned hangar that they came to exterminate us. When Master Frost asked him why, he told Master Frost that New York City was important to him without us."

"...Arrogant!"

Upon hearing this, a vampire elder slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly: "When we settled in New York City, humans hadn't even arrived yet."

Seeing this, Quinn continued to embellish the story, saying, "Clearly, Blade's attacks on us over the years have also been under the orders of the Sentinel Special Operations Bureau; otherwise, Blade wouldn't have been there."

In a word.

Sentinel and Blade are in cahoots.

These two people are here to wipe out their entire vampire family.

Are you having a conversation?

Someone else is about to come to my house to have their tooth pulled.

The thirteen pure-blooded vampire elders gasped and looked at each other again.

Just then.

Kun looked up and saw thirteen pure-blooded vampire elders.

"Elder, I have a suggestion."

"……explain."

"I've come for revenge."

"you?"

Upon hearing this, the thirteen pure-blooded vampire elders looked at Quen standing below with suspicion.

Quinn acted as if he hadn't seen it, and spoke of his plan in a respectful tone.

"Yes, I've come for revenge."

"Frost is my master, and he has given me the hope of life."

"If I kill Blade and this Locke Underwood, then the entire supernatural world will know that our New York vampire family is not to be trifled with."

"If I die..."

As Kune finished speaking, he looked up at the thirteen pure-blooded vampire elders and said in a deep voice, "Elders, you can hand me over and say that this was my own doing and has nothing to do with you."

The thirteen pure-blooded vampire elders: "..."