Chapter 11 The Doomsday of the Vampire (Part 1)

The sky is already bright, and the distant sky is full of golden red.

It's only five o'clock now, but the sun in the desert always comes out earlier.

Especially in a degenerate city like Las Vegas, there are still traffic in the morning, singing and dancing.

However, in the secret room of the Caesar Palace Casino, there is a dark and weird atmosphere.

Under the slight candlelight, there were only a few pieces of old European furniture in the empty room, but in the middle of the secret room, a huge coffin was parked.

The dark red coffin seemed to come from hell, and a faint and strange aura suddenly floated in the haze of darkness.

Suddenly, the door of the secret room opened, and a slender figure walked in, bent down respectfully in a low voice: "Sir, Mark, your call."

A cold voice suddenly came out of the coffin: "Mark, is Morton back?"

"Sir, Lord Morton hasn't come back yet." Mark shook his head.

"Barewell, this little thing can't be done well!" The coffin trembled in anger, as if an evil ghost was about to jump out of the restraint, making the scalp tremble.

"Sir, don't worry too much, maybe something has been delayed." Mark quickly comforted him.

"Hmph, Satan knows that this incompetent guy has never been effective in doing things. If he hadn't been my cousin, his father liked his sweet words, and he would not have been the leader of the 'elite club'." A vicious complaint came from the coffin.

Suddenly, from the tone, Marquis Casey in this coffin was actually the son of Prince Akkad of the Giovanni family. No wonder even Morton could use it.

Mark didn't dare to answer the trouble, so he had to stop talking and pretended to be deaf and dumb.

After his anger calmed down a little, Casey slowed down and said, "Mark, when is it now?"

"Sir, it's already dawn." Mark also had a little worried on his face: Why didn't Lord Morton come back yet? You know, the blood clan cannot see the sun.

"Okay, I'll take a break first. My respected father and uncles will ask me to entertain you in the evening. When the damn, incompetent waste comes back, I'll call him to see me immediately." Casey couldn't help but get angry again.

"Okay, sir." Mark responded carefully and exited the room.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he left the door, a young veterinarian came hurriedly and whispered: "Sir Mark, something happened."

"Cook, what's wrong?" Mark's face changed slightly.

"At night, several descendants in the south of the city discovered the family's request for help and rushed over immediately. However, at the location of the accident, an abandoned car treatment yard had been burned to white ground. After searching again and again, no shadow of the family members was found." The young blood clan's voice became even lower.

"Hiss—" Mark gasped: "Satan bless, Lord Morton is there, is it—"

"I'm afraid yes, otherwise Lord Morton would have been back long ago." The young blood clan said depressedly.

Mark suddenly felt a chill: "Among the marquis of the family, Lord Morton and Lord Casey Ti are the strongest, almost no less than the Duke. How could they lose to these two Chinese?"

The young german shook his head with a wry smile.

"Go, I must report to Casey for such a big thing." Mark's face was heavy.

"Okay." Cook hurried away.

After thinking about it, Mark knocked on the door with a bitter face: "Sir, there is something urgent."

"Cry--" The door suddenly opened strangely, and Casey stood at the door with a fury look on his face.

"Sir, you-" Mark was surprised.

"Moton, this incompetent waste," Casey had obviously heard Mark's conversation, and looked furious: "It's impossible to deal with such a simple thing. It's really a loss of the noble dignity of the blood clan. Even if he doesn't die, I will strangle him to death with my own hands."

"Sir, Lord Morton may have encountered an unexpected situation. What should we do now?" Mark reminded with a wry smile.

Casey's furious face gradually calmed down, and his face was very depressed: "Although Morton is a waste, he still has some combat power. The strength of these two Chinese people can defeat him cannot be underestimated. Mark, you are right, we underestimate our opponents too much.

But, we don’t have to do it, at night, our dear Uncle Durcula will seek justice for his dead child. What you have to do now is to send someone to keep an eye on those two Chinese people, do you understand?"

"I understand, sir." Mark smiled knowingly.

"Okay, go. Remember to prepare a room for rest for your father and uncles in the Florence Manor. Of course, the mellow red wine and wonderful virgin blood must be missing." Cassiti regained the elegance that the blood clan was accustomed to.

"Yes, sir." Mark nodded.

MGM Grand Hotel, Room 2104.

Long Xin was wearing a soft nightgown and was lying quietly on the sofa listening to music, with the soft curves showing the devil's figure.

The expensive jbl sound flows smoothly and opens up countless clear and pleasant notes, perfectly surrounding the entire room.

This is a classic in a symphony, elegant and calm, and the dragon's heart couldn't help but feel like it suddenly fell into a dream.

However, before Ouyang Xuan came back, Long Xin couldn't sleep.

Suddenly, the door rang, and Ouyang Xuan walked in.

Long Xin woke up suddenly, jumped off the sofa happily, rushed over and hugged Ouyang Xuan: "Honey, you are back, Xin'er misses you so much."

"Haha, are you thinking of me so soon?" Ouyang Xuan smiled and hugged Long Xin's smooth body.

"Ah--" Long Xin suddenly screamed, and suddenly, a small bat was quietly landing on Ouyang Xuan's shoulder, staring at Long Xin with blood-red eyes.

"Oh, don't be afraid, it's transformed by that blood clan." Ouyang Xuan smiled, then grabbed the poor Morton from his shoulder, without saying a word, picked up a candy box and stuffed it in, and then covered it.

"Puff-Puff--" Morton was anxious and struggled desperately in the candy box.

"Stay in there by the way, otherwise you will turn you into a roasted bat." Ouyang Xuan said viciously.

Immediately, the box became quiet.

"Hu——" Long Xin breathed a sigh of relief.

Girls, no matter how capable they are, they always have lingering fears about some ugly things.

"Okay, are you sleepy? Let's take a break." Ouyang Xuan threw the candy box at the bottom of the table.

Poor, the traitors who surrender to the enemy often end up like this sad end!

"Yes." Long Xin nodded happily.

When he woke up, Ouyang Xuan yawned comfortably.

When he turned his head, he saw Long Xin looking at him carefully with his beautiful and pure eyes, and couldn't help but smile and said, "Why do you look at me like this? Don't you know your husband?"

"I found that my husband is getting more and more handsome." Long Xin said with a smile.

"Haha, you're just sweet-mouthed." Ouyang Xuan was in a good mood.

"By the way, husband, what were you busy with last night?" Long Xin only remembered to ask.

"A big treasure, with countless gold and treasures." Ouyang Xuan was a little leisurely and fascinated.

Long Xin was happy: "Wow, then we will never spend all our lives."

"This wealth should actually belong to all mankind. It is very selfish to dedicate it to the country. If an individual wants to own it, it would be too sinful." Ouyang Xuan shook his head. People should not be too greedy, not to mention that their own money is enough for the rest of their lives.

"Yeah—" the little girl was completely lost in excitement.

"Haha..." Ouyang Xuan laughed: "But this is a very exciting and interesting adventure. Don't you want to go?"

"Think, think." Long Xin had an active personality and became excited again.

"Okay, I will definitely take you there. But let's have a meal first. Look, it's past one afternoon." Ouyang Xuan's bell on the wall was already hungry.

"Wow, I'm just hungry, too." Long Xin smiled.

Ouyang Xuan and Long Xin put on their clothes and came to the living room.

"Hey, the service desk, here is room 2104. Give us some fresh seafood, about eight dishes, what is expensive, what is delicious. Wine, Hennessy Cognac, the best vintage. Also, let's have a bottle of good red wine."

Now Ouyang Xuan has a net worth of hundreds of millions, but he is rich and powerful!

Suddenly, a 'cool, buzz' struggle sounded under the table, and Ouyang Xuan snorted: "What are you doing? You haven't started eating yet. Stay tuned, don't scare people."

Morton had no choice but to continue to feel depressed.

After a while, the doorbell rang and Ouyang Xuan said, "Come in."

The door opened, and a middle-aged white man bent respectfully: "Sir, Madam, the dish you ordered is here."

"Send it in." Ouyang Xuan waved like a tycoon, and his temperament was almost biting a thick Havana cigar on his mouth.

"Okay." The white middle-aged man flashed, and a row of white beauties in sexy short skirts walked in. They all gracefully held large dining plates, filled with fine wine and delicious food, and fresh seafood.

There were lobsters as long as thirty centimeters long. Although they were cooked red like Guan Gong, they still waved their iron tongs angrily, and were lifelike.

There are also crabs that are big as bowls, although they are cooked well, but they are still so domineering and majestic.

There are also shark fins that are as tall as mountains. From a distance, the fragrance is tempting and mouth-watering.

Unable to help, Ouyang Xuan and Long Xin swallowed.

"Sir." The white middle-aged man signaled two bottles of famous wine to Ouyang Xuan.

Ouyang Xuan nodded and the bottle was opened.

"Okay, let's go down. This is your tip." Ouyang Xuan opened his wallet, and without counting, he smashed seven or eight hundred dollars in bills.

"Thank you, you are so generous. I wish you a happy time in Las Vegas." The white middle-aged man happily led the beauties to flash quickly.

"Come out, Morton." Ouyang Xuan called out lazily when he saw that there was no one around.

A black mist rose up indoors, and Morton appeared in front of Ouyang Xuan, but his white-green face became very ruthless. Obviously, the rest seemed not good.
To be continued...