night.

Dracula was very happy that Yi Chen agreed to his conditions, so he forced Yi Chen to drink with him for the first time. These blood tribes did not have the kind of opportunistic drinking method. They simply digested the alcohol with their physical constitution, while Yi Chen cunnedly used his true energy to force out the alcohol, and injected these things into the cement board under his feet strangely, without any trace. So, Yi Chen was awake, and after an afternoon passed, Dracula was drunk...

Dracula swayed and took thirty grand dukes to the basement. When Phil set up the new address of "Chinatown", he had already transported all the coffins over. Seeing Dracula and his group left, Jester sighed and said, "Boss, there is really no need. You are not very interested in the dark controversy group, right?"

Yi Chen smiled slightly, pulled out a large cigar and lit it, took a few sips, shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's okay, anyway, I suddenly realized that I have no pursuit anymore. This is the fact. I am very sincere. If I can get a little power in the Dark Controversy Group, wouldn't it be fun? Jester, don't worry that the Holy See will cause trouble for me, haha, don't forget, if I want, I can use the power of three forces to deal with the Holy See..."

Jester's eyes lit up, but immediately dimmed: "I'm afraid, isn't it easy?"

Yi Chen said for granted: "Of course it's not easy, but what can I be excited about if it's too easy? Well..."

Chekov smiled beside him and pointed at Jester and said, "Jister, you idiot, I think the boss is uncomfortable being the boss of the underworld. He wants to be the boss of the dark world, right, boss?"

Yi Chen laughed a few times and didn't say anything. Skye and his eyes were all lit up, almost pounced on Yi Chen's body, and smiled and patted Yi Chen's flattery: "Boss, if you want to be the boss of the dark world, then we can help, hehe, our family doesn't want seven of us anymore. Damn, if you can become the boss of the dark controversy group, we will all become majestic."

Yi Chen kicked Skye, who almost fell on his face, and murmured in a low voice: "Stop talking nonsense here, be careful to be heard by others. Then the Speaker of the Dark Controversy Group sent someone to kill you seven first. Can some of them be said nonsense?... However, I am very interested in that lovely Mr. Charles. I wonder if the people sent by Prince Philip can reach an agreement with him?"

Jester frowned: "Boss, Mr. Xiuze is the Minister of Defense."

Yi Chen shrugged his shoulders, raised his eyebrows, and said indifferently: "But he is not the head of the top secret department of the Ministry of National Defense. I even doubt that guy Xiuze knows the existence of a person like Shire... Dear gentlemen, why not to know more people who are helpful to our forces?"

Chekov nodded and muttered, "Of course, the more thugs, the better, hum... It's good to do this. With more thugs, it's much easier for me to attack others in the back. Those Charles can defeat the vampire Marquis, a good shield."

Just as Chekov was disgusting and thinking how much benefits Shire would bring to them if Yi Chen made friends with Shire, Prince Guluns led a large number of tribe experts to the temporary headquarters building of MI6. Guluns left those masters waiting in the dark corner outside the building, and only brought his subordinate who had contacted Shire and the others, a super-strong grand duke entered the building.

M happened to walk out with several subordinates hurriedly. When she saw Prince Gulons, who was wearing a purple-red robe, tall and thin, pale skin, black eyes, red eyes, and bare hair on his head, walked into the hall. She couldn't help but be stunned. Seeing M's expression, several agents hurriedly met Prince Gulons and asked: "Old sir, what's wrong with you? This is the state government agency, maybe you..."

M suddenly realized that this old guy who seemed to be dying and the old man behind him who was not much younger, with a red robe and a gray-haired head, how did they come in? Why didn't the agents at the door stop them?

M took a few steps back cautiously, waved his hand gently, and all the agents in the hall immediately became alert and secretly held down his weapon with his hands.

Guluns smiled dryly, and his laughter was so weird and ugly. M and the others couldn't help but frown. Guluns chuckled and said, "Oh, dear little friend, you are so polite. Ah, I am here to find someone. My nephew, my dear nephew works here. I come to find him, don't worry about me, don't worry about me, look, look, I am an old man without any harm... You are busy with yours, you are busy with yours, I don't need anyone to accompany you."

M asked in a deep voice, "Old sir, how did you come in?"

Prince Gulons blinked his red eyes and looked at M, showing a smile that was even worse than bitterness. His sharp and slender fingers stroked his face and muttered, "Oh, why ask this question? Did we come to find my nephew and violate the laws of the UK? What a meddling little girl."

M and others heard the bad meaning of Gulons' mouth, and their faces changed. Just as the agents drew their guns one after another, the hall... no, the lights in the entire building were all gone, and all the light bulbs exploded like firecrackers. The agents who stopped Gulons and the great duke beside him felt a cold wind rolling over him.'

The emergency lighting system played its role in a second, and everyone was surprised to find that Gulons and others who were still there had lost their trace. M's face changed and he ordered: "Recruit all agents who can be rushed back within half an hour and order the nearest military camp to send troops over, and order all nearby police to close all nearby streets... Bring heavy weapons, find the two guys, no matter what they are, kill them for me... If you find something strange after contact, everyone will retreat from the headquarters and blow up the place for me."

M's anger came. She finally calmed down for more than a month, but it was not yet two months. Finally, that damn guy Yi Chen didn't cause trouble for her. As a result, two more guys suddenly came. How could she not get angry?

The agents were dispatched, and M's order was sent to all people in the building through a special communication system, and the face characteristics of Gulons and the great duke were also transmitted. The agent who conveyed the order simply issued the order: "If you see two vampire counts, no, the older zombie-like old men, shoot them and kill them on the spot... If something is wrong, everyone retreats as soon as possible and the army will solve this problem."

The elevator indicator light slowly rose to the 14th floor (actually the 13th floor, MI6 cannot escape the vulgarity, they canceled the number 13), and a number of agents guarded the elevator door with submachine guns. The infrastructure of this temporary headquarters is not bad. After the main power system was destroyed by Gulons' magic, the sub-system immediately took over his job. The elevator door opened, and the agents were surprised to find that there was nothing inside. A agent turned around and was stunned to find that two strange and gloomy old men in front of the corridor were slowly walking. He screamed, pulled the trigger frantically, and all agents turned around and began to shoot aimlessly. After the gunshots stopped, the agent who discovered the enemy situation was dumbfounded in the empty corridor.

Shir sat in his office, looking at the door indifferently. Gulons and the great duke behind him walked directly through the door and walked to Shir's table with a smile.

Charles said in a deep voice: "Ah, damn it, I knew you were here. Humans would not play such tricks, and they were not able to play this trick. Well... Dear Mr. Duke, is there anything wrong? I'm afraid that it's not your usual style when you come to me with such a big sensation?"

Before the two of them answered, Charles said with no respect at all, "Oh, by the way, dear Duke, although we have met since childhood, I don't know your name yet. May I ask, what a glorious and honorable title do you have? Can you tell me?"

Prince Gulons smiled sinisterly: "Oh, kid, his name doesn't matter. What matters is mine, my name... My surname is Gulons, Prince Gulons. Maybe you should understand that part of your genes comes from our Gulons family."

Charles's face turned gloomy: "Forgive me for being rude, but I don't know that a glorious prince actually came to me. God is above me, and I believe in him, not that damn Satan. Or, God is also a damn guy, but why did you come to me? Well, my genes? I don't think I have anything to do with you, such a dirty race... If part of my genes comes from your family, I will only feel shame, but for me, who you are, has nothing to do with me."

The red light flashed in Guluns' eyes. As if he was hit by a huge hammer, Charles pounced from the chair to the ground on the left, and his seat was turned into powder. Charles jumped up quickly, his eyes were filled with murderous intent, and said viciously: "Dear Prince Guluns, according to your identity, he actually attacked me? Ahha, your blood clan is indeed a damn race, an existence that should not appear in this world." His claws slowly grew longer, and a slight surge of powerful energy appeared on him.

Guluns raised a finger, shook it gently, and said with a tsk voice: "Oh, no, I just teach you that among us, remember, among the 'our' blood clan, we must learn to respect people with higher levels than you... Ahha, maybe Shaq would not mind the rudeness of you, a kid who is infinitely close to the Great Duke, to him, but for me, I hope you maintain a little respect for me and respect for our blood clan, do you understand? Otherwise, I will kill you."

Gulons' fingers were covered by a black mist, and wisps of light black smoke rose up, and powerful dark energy fluctuations enveloped the entire office. Gulons yelled in a low voice: "Time." The pages of those books and magazines turned yellow, and then black paper pieces floated down like butterflies. The golden borders of the murals on the wall instantly turned black, and the entire oil painting began to bubble, wrinkle, and finally turned into garbage that was worthless. As for other furnishings, it seemed to have been baptized by thousands of years, turning into piles of rotten garbage. Even the walls were covered with spider webs and cracks. The window glass was covered with thick gray soil.

Guluns nodded reservedly and bowed slightly, saying, "Look, I left you, a cute little kid and an electric light. Maybe it's better for us to talk under the light... As for you, look, if my magic target is you, maybe...hehe."

A man who is so arrogant and stubborn is also in a cold sweat in his heart. Prince Guluns's power is really amazing. Perhaps his power is absolutely not strong, but with such strange magic, Charles has no way to defend. Perhaps, if Guluns has a murderous intention to kill Charles, Charles will become a dry bone? In just three seconds, Guluns has already let time pass thousands of years.

The murderous aura on Charles slowly dissipated. He looked at Gulons with a little fear: "What do you want?"

Prince Guluns smiled proudly: "Look, a good conversation atmosphere is good for both of us, right? Dear kid, I don't want to kill you, although the highest power organization of the blood clan once had such an idea." Guluns recalled Prince Philip's fear power, and his face stiffened slightly. Just Prince Philip alone could definitely destroy his family. This is a very terrifying power.

Without giving Charles a chance to speak, Prince Gulons shrugged and said, "I try my best to protect you and let our highest rights organization accept you... As long as you swear, obey the blood clan and identify with your identity as the descendant of the blood clan, we can spare you, or, to spare you... Children, you don't want all your friends to be killed by us, right? This is very possible."

The thought in Charle's mind changed sharply. He licked his lips and nodded and said, "So, thank you, my companions will also appreciate you. So, what's wrong with you this time?"

Prince Gulons smiled: "A smart guy, nothing, it's really nothing. I just want you... Well, a very wonderful plan, a plan that can instantly improve your strength to the level of the Grand Duke or even higher. Are you interested? Oh, don't be hypocritical, don't use human etiquette and morality to restrain yourself. Think about it, let's use our blood clan nature in your body, your absolute control of strength, power, money, and life and death, are you interested?"

A faint bloodthirsty breath emanated from Guluns. Shire's eyes were a little lost. He nodded slowly and asked: "What are you talking about? Power? I don't care. I have power now. Money? Is money useful to me? Power...yes, power, if you can give me power."

Guluns smiled: "Lovely kid, strength, yes, strength, maybe one day you will surpass me, your strength can surpass me. If there is this possibility, then, listen to my plan, a very wonderful plan, which was proposed by our glorious and great leader of the Secret Party."

Charles was shocked all over. He knew vaguely what kind of existence the Secret Party was, so he became more and more interested in the plans proposed by the Secret Party leader. Guluns said slowly, Charles' eyes widened and he sensitively discovered the wonderful opportunity.

As soon as Gulons finished speaking, Charles raised his hand: "Of course, I do, I am willing to take on this position."

Gulons smiled: "Oh, don't you think the blood clan is a damn, dirty race now?"

Shire knelt on one knee and said respectfully: "Of course not. I have made unforgivable mistakes before. Dear Prince, please forgive me. I absolutely obey the plan of the Secret Party. I am willing to convert to the blood clan and use my little bit of my power to let the light of the blood clan cover the whole world."

Gulons smiled, listened with his ears, and whispered: "Okay, okay, your people outside are here... Remember, seven days later, you must rush to Scotland. The detailed address is... This is the ID certificate for you, otherwise your life will definitely be in danger. Okay, we are leaving. You are a smart person and don't need me to say anything more. Our Gulons family may need your help in the future, dear Mr. Dear Mr. Assemblyman."

Guluns let out a shrill laugh and pointed out with a finger. The entire wall of Shire's office facing the street collapsed, and countless gravels flew away. Guluns and Shaq were covered in a layer of black smoke and flew out. Shire stood up, his decayed door had been kicked through, and more than a dozen special forces rushed in. Shire carried his hands behind his back, ignoring the soldiers who were stunned by the strange scenes in the room, looking back at the hundreds of black shadows that were shot away, and cold sweat dripped down again. He said in a deep voice: "Enough, the enemy has been driven away by me, you can leave... Write a report to me."
Chapter completed!