The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

"Sir, we've also made contact with CNN."

"What did the other party say?"

"CNN says that a guy claiming to be the current leader of the New York City vampires contacted them and sent them the videotape."

"The live phone call just now was also part of a request from the other party to exchange videotapes."

"Oh."

Locke scoffed: "A piece of low-quality stuff that can't even be presented in public."

Debbie stood up, offering her seat back to the sentry, and said with a smile, "Boss, he underestimated us too much. Didn't he know that our first training lesson was about secrecy?"

Locke shook his head.

"He didn't underestimate it; he simply didn't expect this at all..."

"Ring ring ring".

Locke looked down at the phone ringing again in his hand, chuckled, and answered it once more.

"Lock Underwood..."

"The blade is in my hands. If you want to save him, come here yourself."

"It's impossible."

"Me...what?"

Quen, who was in the sacrificial hall, looked at Blade, who was now imprisoned in a transparent coffin, and paused slightly when he heard the voice coming from the phone: "Aren't you afraid I'll kill Blade?"

Whether you kill me or not is none of my business.

Anyway, it wasn't him who brought Blade in.

Furthermore...

Blade had previously stated that they were no longer friends.

Locke considered himself the kind of person who would go to great lengths for his friends, but Blade wasn't one of them.

and so……

Locke was too lazy to answer the question, so he hung up on Quinn again and blacklisted the number.

On the other end, Quinn listened to the dial tone, glanced at the disconnected phone, and when he dialed again, it showed that the call could not be connected.

I'm furious.

"Fuck!"

Quinn raised his hand and smashed the phone away.

next second.

He seemed to have thought of something, and in a flash, he appeared directly in front of the phone, catching the phone he had just thrown.

Blade, who was already locked in the transparent coffin, chuckled as he listened to Quinn's phone call.

Quinn, who was checking his phone for damage, looked up at the voice coming from the coffin and his gaze fell on Blade.

Quinn walked up to the coffin of Blade with a gloomy expression, and then looked at Blade, who was imprisoned inside.

"What are you laughing at?"

"I'm laughing at your stupidity."

The blade in the coffin was now completely sheathed, and even the sunglasses were moved to Quinn's face.

But his sharp edge remained undiminished as he looked at Quinn with a mocking gaze: "I still prefer the cute, silly, and somewhat foolish you from before."

Quinn took off his sunglasses, revealing bloodshot eyes.

I prefer myself as I am now.

"Yeah?"

Blade countered with a question, then chuckled, "Then why do I sense that you're afraid?"

Quinn laughed loudly: "I'm scared, I'm scared! When the time comes, I'll be able to summon the Blood God immediately, what do I have to be afraid of?"

Blade, with his vampire fangs that he could no longer suppress, licked his dry, thick lips.

"You're afraid, but the time isn't right yet. Locke Underwood will come for you and ruin your plans."

"You're afraid of Locke Underwood."

"I'm very curious."

"After you escaped from the abandoned hangar, what exactly happened to you? What conditions did you agree to before he let you...?"

"Shut up!"

Quinn roared and slammed his fist into Blade's transparent coffin.

but……

If Blade shut up, he wouldn't be Blade: "As expected, you're afraid."

Quinn roared, "Shut up, shut up!"

As Blade spoke, Quinn's mind was once again filled with the image of Locke looking at him with contempt and disdain, just like Deacon had looked at him back then, when they were at the Sentinel's Safe House.

To prevent the image from lingering in his mind, Quinn, seeing Blade ignoring his threats and continuing to ramble on, chose to turn and leave.

After Quinn turned and left, Blade's pale face showed a hint of discomfort, and he coughed a few times.

But his gaze as he looked at Quinn, who had turned and left, was filled with curiosity.

He was indeed curious about what Quinn had encountered after escaping from the abandoned hangar that night.

Of course.

He wasn't the only one who was curious.

Some vampires who were loyal to Dickon Frost and had not caused any trouble after Quen's succession appeared before Quen at this moment.

Quinn frowned as he looked at the four vampires who walked in after he returned to his office and appeared in front of him.

"What are you doing?"

"Lead... Quinn."

The leading vampire looked at Quinn and asked in a deep voice, "During the CNN live broadcast, the Sentinel Special Operations agent said that you abandoned Master Deacon back then, is that true?"

Quinn was slightly taken aback: "How come...didn't I already order that no vampire is allowed to contact the outside world without permission?"

The four vampires stared at Quinn expressionlessly.

Their master was also Dickon Frost, but they were different from the other vampires who did not obey Quen even after learning of Dickon's death.

Since Deacon has chosen Quen as his heir, they will continue to be loyal to Quen, who will inherit Deacon's estate.

But what did CNN say in that live phone call just now?

Contrary to his own account, Quinn did not choose to flee during the Sentinel Special Operations operation to capture Dickon Frost.

If that's the case, then Quinn isn't an heir, but a despicable thief.

Considering Quinn's previous personality and his actions after taking power, such as ruthlessly eliminating dissidents, breaking the Covenant, kidnapping and abusing homeless people to turn them into vampires.

The four vampires seemed to have sensed something.

"We're in this situation now, could it be that you reached some kind of agreement with that Sentinel Special Operations agent...?"

"presumptuous!"

Quinn slammed his fist on the table and stood up, angrily rebuking the four vampires who rushed over to question him. He held out his right hand, revealing a ring on his hand: "This ring was personally handed to me by Master Deacon. If I had run away back then, how could I have possessed this ring?"

That makes sense.

The four vampires exchanged glances after hearing Quen's explanation.

Seeing this, Quinn said directly, "Alright, throw out those few stinking rat corpses that just broke in."

The four vampires looked at each other, then nodded and turned to walk outside.

soon.

The four vampires who had come to question him slunk away.

Quinn breathed a sigh of relief.

next second.

He was startled, as if he had thought of something, and quickly took out the phone he had just put down and put it back to his ear.

"Queen……"

"Queen?"

"..."