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Howard looked confused.
He stood up and looked out the window, but found nothing unusual.
"This is the twenty-second floor."
Howard laughed dryly, wondering if Luke heard it wrong.
There is nothing to rely on outside, and the one who can climb up with bare hands is probably not a humanoid spider.
"So, you still haven't gotten rid of your fixed cognition."
Luke shook his head helplessly, determined to completely break Howard's rigid thinking.
His eyes narrowed slightly, and high-temperature rays shot out.
He had strong control, did not break the glass, and made an astonishing noise.
Instead, like laser cutting, the floor-to-ceiling windows are cut into passages.
"The hotel manager shouldn't ask us for compensation, right?"
Howard had nothing to say. He was a little nervous now, fearing that a vampire would jump out of the window.
The heavy shadow left in my heart cannot be eliminated so quickly.
"It's so cold outside. It looks like it's going to rain. Vampire... Miss, are you sure you don't want to come in and take shelter from the rain? My room is quite big."
Although the vampire hiding outside had an extremely slow heartbeat, Luke still noticed it.
The super vision scanned through the brick wall structure and saw a slim figure like a gecko, firmly stepping on the smooth window surface.
The sound of almost still breathing fell in his ears, extremely clear.
"As expected of Superman."
A few seconds later, a slightly cold voice came.
A tall woman wearing a long black windbreaker and a tight-fitting leather jumpsuit was hanging upside down above the floor-to-ceiling window.
With just one jump, he ducked in through the hole opened by his heat vision.
His flexible movements and agility are completely beyond the scope of ordinary people.
"Vampires all look... pretty good."
Howard took a few steps back and stood behind Luke and commented.
The tall woman who appeared in the room had short black shoulder-length hair and a cold look on her delicate face.
The snow-white skin reflected a light like white porcelain.
Especially those eyes, shining with determination.
Another iceberg queen!
Howard took a quick glance and attributed the other party to the White Queen type.
It is a beautiful stunner that makes male creatures have a desire to conquer and a sense of satisfaction.
It would feel right to Luke's liking, he always liked this.
Howard cast a look calmly and thought silently.
"What? Nowadays vampires regard the precepts of the three major temples as nothing more than a piece of paper?"
Ignoring Howard's stubborn old habits, Luke politely extended his hand to invite the late-night vampire lady to take a seat.
Today, the European continent is the home base of dark creatures.
This pattern will not change until after the Cold War.
At that time, vampires and werewolves gradually moved to North America.
"Mr. Lieutenant General, you are joking. Anyone who dares to ignore the orders of the Supreme Mage is seeking death."
The tall woman sat on a separate sofa with an expressionless face, keeping her distance from Luke and Howard.
"It's just that tonight there was an explosion near the Moulin Rouge. I am the 'Death Walker' within the family. I have the responsibility to track down the cause behind it and see if the werewolves are secretly planning some conspiracy."
"I followed the residual smell of that friend next to you all the way to the hotel, and that's how we got this misunderstanding."
Compared to Rania, who lost her mind when she smelled blood, this vampire lady's attitude was much more polite, allowing Luke to skip the hands-on part.
Every time he met a guy who couldn't communicate, he could only conduct friendly communication on the physical level.
To be honest, it's a bit tiring.
"What a coincidence. What is this lady's name?"
Luke asked.
"Selena."
The other party's answer was concise and to the point.
"Okay, Miss Serena, the question you mentioned just now is exactly what I want to say."
Luke suppressed the smile on his face and his voice became less gentle.
"Since the three major temples promulgated the commandments and signed contracts with vampires, werewolves and other leaders of the dark world, there have been very few vicious incidents of privately foraging for food and hunting humans - relatively speaking."
"I have read the records of the New York Temple. For at least thirty years, no vampire family has committed such a crime."
"The last time was traced back to the Austro-Hungarian Empire. A certain noble couldn't bear his bloodthirsty desire and injured an innocent girl. Later, he was dragged into the sun by the temple mage and tortured by exposure."
Luke paused, studying Serena's face.
The other party didn't feel angry, and seemed to have no deep feelings for his own race.
"But not long ago, my friend Howard Stark was attacked by a female vampire named Rania."
Luke pointed to Howard, who was acting as an outsider, and the latter was very cooperative and nodded vigorously.
"Since you are the 'Death Walker' of your family, you should know the consequences of violating the temple's rules. I hope - by the way, which family are you from?"
"We are led by Victor, and also Marcus."
Serena replied.
"Currently, there are three elders, and Marcus is in charge of family affairs. Victor is still sleeping."
Luke raised his eyebrows, looking a little aggressive, and continued: "Then you have to give me and my friends an explanation."
"Mr. Lieutenant General, there is no woman named Rania in our family."
Serena frowned slightly and explained: "I checked the scene. Although she... is somewhat inhuman, from the memory left in the blood, we can know that she does not belong to our family."
"That's not very convincing."
Luke shook his head and didn't back down.
"Paris is the home of vampires, and the Moulin Rouge is the living area of your family. If my friend is attacked, no matter which side Rania comes from, you must give a satisfactory explanation."
Serena frowned even more tightly, her eyes turned cold, and she reached under her windbreaker with her right hand.
"You are a bit unreasonable, Mr. Lieutenant General."
she said angrily.
"Don't make small moves, Miss Serena, it will make you lose the only dignity you have."
Luke didn't care about the tense atmosphere. He picked up the wine glass on the table and drank the last sip of whiskey.
"Everyone should cherish the opportunity when others are willing to sit at the table with you and communicate."
"Because, tearing it down is equivalent to invalidating the rules of the game."
"At that time, you and your family will only end up worse."
Luke lowered his head to play with the wine glass and chuckled: "Miss Serena, if you think I'm being unreasonable, that's because you haven't seen what it means to be truly barbaric."
"Is this a threat?"
Serena took a deep breath, and the beautiful curves wrapped under the leather jacket showed another obvious wave.
"No, this is a reminder."
Luke put down the cup and said seriously: "The reason why I remained patient was that I didn't send troops to rush to your family, blast open your door with cannonballs, and drag all those drunken vampires into the sun and turn them into a pile of ashes. "
"It's not that you are beautiful that makes me feel unbearable, nor is it that vampires are scary and that makes me afraid."
"Your ancestor and I are colleagues. Lieutenant General Covinas, you have to give him some face."
Serena, who has a strong character, originally wanted to draw a gun and punch a dozen holes in the young lieutenant general in front of her.
But when she heard the last sentence, she was stunned.
"What did you say?" (End of Chapter)