For Yang Chen who didn't know much about the vampire world, it was extremely unfamiliar. This was the first time he heard the name William. William proudly emphasized that he was Byrne's biological brother. Who was Byrne? Yang Chen was even less clear. At the moment,
The question that this guy is most interested in and eager to get the answer to is... Was the wolf last night the silver-haired guy in front of him?
"He killed four of my personal bodyguards. He was so proud that I, who was seriously injured and unable to move, would die in his hands. But when he tried to kill me, I killed him instead." After William finished speaking, he laughed maniacally, as if he was immersed in the memory of last night.
It was a brutal fight that I couldn't extricate myself from.
At that time, a tenth of a second before Orma stabbed the sword into his body, he risked death from exhaustion and turned his upper body five centimeters to the left. He cut open Orma's chest as quickly as possible and took out the
The heart of this powerful enemy.
Yang Chen waited patiently for William's agitated mood to calm down, and asked calmly: "I just want to know, when and where did you see me?"
William curled his lips, with a slightly sarcastic smile on his face, and said: "Your memory is really bad. I remember everything in the past hundreds of years clearly. If I hadn't let you go last night, you would have never had the chance to stand.
Talk to me here."
Yang Chen's eyes narrowed and he asked William, "Are you the wolf covered with white fur?"
William smiled, which was regarded as acquiescence. Even though Yang Chen had been mentally prepared, he still couldn't help but be frightened. The werewolf was really a werewolf. One after another absurd and bizarre legends became an unavoidable fact in his life. He didn't know whether to be excited or excited about it.
or worry.
"Are you scared?" William stared at Yang Chen's handsome face with an ever-changing expression, smiling playfully.
"If I were afraid, I would never come here." After Yang Chen finished speaking, he strode towards William. William narrowed his eyes and his expression suddenly became solemn. At this moment, he had no strength to restrain himself and could not move. He was so weak that he was ready to be slaughtered.
Resist the approach of any living creature, including humans.
What's more, Yang Chen showed extraordinary strength last night.
"What do you want to do?" William asked Yang Chen with a cold face.
"You'd better not move, hold it back." When Yang Chen reminded William, he held the Western sword that was almost grazing William's heart, slowly moved it two centimeters away from the heart, and then pulled it out suddenly.
William gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain. He understood that Yang Chen wanted to save him and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "I thought the one who saved me would be my brother, but I didn't expect it would be you, a mortal."
"You helped me. I can't just die without saving you. You lost too much blood. If I don't save you, you will probably be like them." What Yang Chen meant by them was the five corpses lying on the ground.
William did not refute.
He was seriously injured last night and was killed by Omar. He was extremely weak. Especially Omar's sword, which was specially used to kill werewolves. It was extraordinary. It not only destroyed the werewolf's powerful self-healing ability, but also exuded poison that corroded his internal organs. This sword
If he draws his sword half an hour later, he will be in more danger than good.
Yang Chen threw away Wal-Mart's sword, ran out of the hall, asked the people in the helicopter to put down the first aid kit, and quickly returned to the hall to bandage William to stop the bleeding.
"You must leave with me, otherwise it will be dangerous." Yang Chen didn't wait for William to express his stance, picked up William and left the hall. The helicopter had landed.
Yang Chen put William into the back seat and boarded the plane through the door on the other side. William didn't resist or say anything. He wouldn't do anything in vain.
Just leave it to fate!
William sighed secretly and closed his eyes to rest.
The helicopter took off, flew away, passed over the ridge, and just disappeared from the sky. Seven or eight men and women walked into the Black Stone Castle, all of them injured, and the injuries were serious.
The old man at the head was clearly Vlad. Seeing the castle that had stood for eight hundred years in a mess, he was filled with grief and anger, coughed violently, and coughed up blood.
The rest of the men and women gathered around nervously. After last night's battle, not even a single descendant of the Monratu family was left alive. If Vlad, the ancestor, had something wrong with him, the entire family would collapse completely.
"I'm fine!"
Vlad stubbornly pushed away those who cared about him, walked through the small square, and entered the hall. He saw five corpses at a glance, and Olma's old lifeless face deeply hurt his heart.
Although they did not have a harmonious relationship with each other in the past, things hurt their kind, and their hearts are sad. Vlad sighed sadly. Four of the seven ancient vampire leaders died, while the two brothers, Byrne and William, were only seriously injured. This made
Vlad felt an unprecedented existential crisis.
"How many descendants of the family are scattered around the world?" Vlad asked his entourage.
"More than twenty." The attendant replied sadly.
"Let them hide until the day William Byrne dies." Vlad said without any doubt, and the followers nodded heavily, understanding their ancestor's intention.
The seven major families were hit hard and were unable to take revenge in the short term. The top priority was to avoid the werewolves and recuperate.
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London.
Along the Thames River, the rich heritage of the heyday of the British Empire is deposited, and the scenery is beautiful enough to make newcomers feel relaxed and happy.
The two handsome men with strong and slender bodies were walking side by side, attracting attention, especially women, who were fascinated by Yang Chen's handsomeness and liked William's charming smile.
William looked at Yang Chen and said, "You Chinese have a saying, no thanks are given for a great favor. I won't say too many polite words. In short, I treat you as my friend, my only friend."
"Just what I want." Yang Chen said bluntly. Having a friend like William is equivalent to multiple strong reinforcements. The vampire must be jealous and dare not retaliate against him easily.
"Then let's part ways."
"See you later..."
The two handsome guys waved goodbye, and Yang Chen leaned against the riverbank guardrail and watched William go away.
Nalan Tongtong went to Hong Kong to attend an important event on behalf of Honghai Group. There was nothing in London worth Yang Chen's nostalgia. That night he left the UK by special plane.
After a week of recuperation, Long San, who had basically recovered from his injuries, walked into the private conference room in high spirits and reported to Yang Chen the latest situation of Shadow's feedback: "The targets targeted by various Shadow groups have all disappeared recently, and a large number of assets in their hands have been sold off and cannot be traced.
"
Yang Chen leaned over and put out the nearly burned out cigar, frowning and thinking.
"Boss, are they up to something again?" Long San was worried.
Yang Chen shook his head slightly, and it seemed that William was right: after the seven major families were hit hard, they would disappear, preserve their strength, recuperate, and never be in a hurry to take revenge on anyone.
Even so, Yang Chen still acted cautiously and continued to order the dark group and even the entire Arctic Fox to be on guard.
After more than ten hours of flight, the huge Airbus A380 landed at the Capital International Airport. On the tarmac, a fleet of imposing Hummers waited for a long time.
Not far away, a Boeing 737 flying from Xijing to Beijing connected with the corridor bridge. Soon, a few people in first class walked out. After about a minute, the stewardess who blocked the exit of economy class and repeatedly asked passengers to wait gave way.
Wang Xiaofei followed the slow-moving crowd out of the cabin, stepped onto the corridor bridge, and stared at the "Big Mac" a hundred meters away through the glass curtain wall of the corridor bridge. He saw dozens of strong men in black walking down the high gangway surrounded by a familiar figure.
