Wearing tight ripped jeans, a leather jacket on the upper body, a hippie outfit, fluffy hair, and a big gold chain around his neck, he looks more like a street gangster than a vampire.

But it is indeed a vampire over 300 years old. It originally came to America from Europe on the Mayflower, and its age is as old as the history of New York.

One of the patriarchs of the two major vampire clans in New York, Dicken Faith!

"It's the Day Walker!"

A low-level vampire tremblingly replied: "A ghost slave saw the Sun Walker, and he led a group of humans into the Blood Hall!"

Sunwalker, Dickenface said this name in his mouth, two sharp fangs protruding from the corners of his mouth.

Scarlet blood filled its eyes.

The Sunwalker, the Sunwalker it created with its own hands, has been the only Sunwalker besides Count Dracula for hundreds of years.

But he always goes against him. Damn it, just wait. When he successfully summons the Bleeding God, then it will be the real king of the blood clan.

"Where are those pure-blooded losers?"

Dickenface finally controlled his bloodthirsty desire and turned to ask the vampire next to him.

"They're all in the council chambers!"

………

"That half-breed bastard, Dickenface, has caused us so much trouble with his dance hall! I propose that he be expelled from New York!"

Before Dickenfeith could reach outside the parliament hall, he heard a voice in the distance.

His face suddenly darkened. He hadn't heard the word "mixed race" or "mongrel" for many years.

"His vigorous development and hunting of blood descendants will definitely attract the attention of humans. Once the treaty is violated, it will not be a good thing for the entire vampire race!"

"Alvin, he is a descendant of your family, what do you think you should do with him!"

"He is just a newly embraced mixed-race, and he is not a member of our family. However, if he acts in such a big way, it will indeed break the coexistence treaty. I will warn him that if he continues to disobey, he will be expelled from New York!"

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Dickenface listened to the discussion in the conference room and opened the door directly. At this time, a cynical expression was already on his face.

"I heard outside that several congressmen seemed to have objections to me!"

Dickenfeith walked behind a middle-aged white man with a slicked back hair, a suit and a collar, put his hands on the armrests of his chair, and looked down at the people present.

"Dickenface, it's not that we have a problem with you, but your dance hall has attracted the attention of mankind. If you continue like this, you will definitely threaten the ethnic groups in New York!"

"Humans, a bunch of pigs and sheep, are you afraid of them?" Dickenface raised his hands exaggeratedly and laughed loudly:

"Humans, they are born to be our food. When will we be afraid of them!"

"This is not the Middle Ages," a pale young man sneered:

"If we really go to war with humans, we have no chance of winning. Half-blood boy, you should recognize the reality. This is the world of humans."

"Then why don't we turn him into the world of our vampires!" Dickenface said in a slightly crazy tone:

"Think about it, in the future, the whole world will be our hunting ground, and humans will be just our lambs. How wonderful this kind of world is!"

"I think you are crazy!" A congressman couldn't help scolding: "If you don't put away your dangerous ideas, you will be expelled from New York!"

"Expell me!" Dickenfeith pointed at himself, as if he had heard some joke and couldn't help laughing loudly.

"Don't forget where this is, this is New York, the nest that I have worked so hard for more than two hundred years!"

"What do you want to do?" A congressman noticed something was wrong, and just as he was about to get up, a pair of shackles and a pair of handcuffs suddenly popped out of the seat under his buttocks, locking him firmly in the seat.

There were constant clicking sounds, followed by the sizzling sound of the silver shackles coming into contact with the flesh. The sound was like squid being fried on an iron plate.

Screams resounded throughout the conference room.

Dickenface's face was already cold at this time,

"Naive fellows, you don't really think that I invited you from Europe to form some kind of New York Assembly. Twelve pure-blooded viscounts, your blood will be the best sacrifice to welcome the Blood God."
Chapter completed!