Chapter 1516: Who Will Take Me In?

is eyes, he would first tear down the other man's clinic, take away his woman, and then get him sent to prison, slowly killing him piece by piece, that's how he could finally vent his anger.Ye Bufan s..."This wine looks good, and the name suits my taste."

Lucia first gave Markel a wink, then picked up her glass and took a dainty sip.

"Well, it tastes good. It's really delicious."

She sighed with admiration, then looked at Ye Bufan, "Darling, you should try some too, it's strong and potent."

After that, she drained the rest of the wine in one gulp.

Ye Bufan followed her advice and didn't question it at all. He picked up his wine cup, took a sip, then drained it in one go. Ye Tian beside him did the same.

Seeing that all three had drunk, Maguire’s lips curled into a strange smile.

"Three, my liquor is strong. Usually, anyone who drinks my alcohol will fall unconscious within three counts." After saying that he began to count, "3... 2... 1..."

As soon as he finished saying the last number, the three people collapsed to the ground with a thud, completely unconscious.

"To dare to cause trouble in my place, I don't know who gave you the guts."

A smirk crept across Maguire's face, followed by a dismissive wave of his hand. "Take them away," he commanded.

As soon as he finished speaking, several bodyguards rushed over and dragged the three people out of the bar.

The onlookers were a mixed bunch. Some looked on in astonishment, others shook their heads in disapproval, while some couldn't help but revel in the misfortune of others.

Those who frequent this place know the boss is a tough guy, but I didn't expect him to be this insidious.

As soon as they stepped out the door, Maguire immediately ordered his bodyguards to stuff the three men into bags and shove them into a business van, which sped away.

The business car drove out of the city and, after about half an hour, finally arrived at an ancient castle.

In the depths of night, this enormous ancient castle loomed before me, its appearance rather ominous, like a devil's fortress straight out of a fairy tale.

Before the castle gate, there were six servants in black standing guard. Each man's face was pale and his eyes glowed with a sinister light, indistinguishable from the vampires in films and television shows.

Upon seeing Maguire, these people immediately stepped forward and bowed: "My Lord Marquess, you are back."

"Well!"

Maguire simply nodded and then drove the car inside.

This was the ancient castle where Duke Stephen resided, and he was the son of Duke Stephen, the vampire Count.

Entering the castle, Marquette beckoned over several vampire counts, instructing them to carry a sack. Then, with an excited expression, he walked towards the hall.

As the vampire Duke, Stephen had six sons, and Maquire was the least promising of them. He spent his days in bars and nightclubs, often being called a good-for-nothing.

And this time, he caught a prime blood meal all at once, naturally wanting to show it off to his father and change his impression of him.

Once the Duke was pleased, he might even become the heir to the family.

Pushing open the door, he excitedly rushed into the hall and exclaimed, "Father, look what I brought back!"

In the center of the room, on the sofa, sat an elegant middle-aged man with a neatly trimmed mustache.

He is the master of this ancient castle, the vampire Duke Stephen.

"What else can you do besides causing trouble"

Stephen clearly didn't have much fondness for his son.

"Father, you're mistaken. I'm not being reckless."

This time, McGuire didn't look guilty at all. Instead, he said confidently, "Father, just look at the gift I brought you, and you'll know if I was being unreasonable."

I can confidently say that the blood food I brought back is in no way inferior to the one you brought back a few days ago.

Upon hearing his son's words, Stephen's expression changed slightly: "Are you sure you're not joking"

For the Blood Race, what matters most is not money, nor fame, but power.

But blood clan cultivation is extremely difficult, the only way to quickly increase one's strength is through high-quality blood food.

The Chinese woman he captured a few days ago is the top of the line in blood food. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say she's a once-in-a-century find.

Now, as McGuire said he had caught another one, it struck him with astonishment.

"Father, would I dare to joke with you"

McGuire beamed, gesturing to Sir with a flick of his hand. "Open the bag."

Two people immediately came over and untied the ropes at the mouth of the sack. Then they pulled the sack away, revealing Ye Tian inside.

Stephen glanced at him, his face devoid of any blood, paler than even an ordinary person. His expression immediately darkened.

"This is the top-notch blood food you were talking about"

"No, no, I'm not talking about him. He's just an accessory, the good stuff is coming later."

Maguire quickly directed his two men to open the second bag, this time it was Ye Bufan.

“Father, I’m talking about him. Look, isn’t this top-notch”

Maguire's face was full of excitement.

Stephen's expression changed when he saw Ye Bufan. This rich blood energy was indeed several times more intense than the Chinese woman he had captured a few days ago.

"Not bad, this time you did a really good job, it's truly a top-notch blood meal."

After so many years, this was the first time Maguire had received praise from his father. He was overjoyed.

"Father, there is one last woman. Though she isn't very strong, she is both beautiful and alluring. Taking her as a maidservant would be most suitable."

He grew more and more excited, waving his hands at the two vampire counts: "Hurry up and open the rest of the bag."

In his eyes, he had accomplished a great feat today. A top-notch blood meal paired with a top-notch beauty, his father would surely reward him handsomely.

Soon the third bag opened, revealing Lucia's sexy figure to the air.

Now that she was no longer pretending to be unconscious, she looked at the two men with a slight smile, her demeanor full of allure. "Which one of you father and son wants to take me in"

Marquell was so excited, he even forgot how the woman had woken up.

"Well, Father What do you think of this woman If you took her as a maidservant..."

Before the guy could finish his sentence, Stephen slapped him hard across the face, sending him flying backwards ten meters. He crashed against the wall behind him with a loud bang.

"Uh…"

Even though vampires are physically strong, Marquez was still stunned by the blow.

The most crucial point is the immense psychological gap. I was expecting a reward from my father, but suddenly he turned against me.

What's going on Does Father dislike women Or perhaps he dislikes flamboyant women

Just as he was puzzled, Stephen came before Lucia in a flustered manner and exclaimed, "Stephen has seen His Royal Highness!"

In the Western dark world, the most particular about lineage and bloodline are the vampires. Among them, the hierarchy is strict.

Those who didn't belong to a family, like Marquess Macquire, wouldn't even have the chance to see Lucia because the gap in their social standing was too vast.

But Stephen was different. As the grand duke of his family, he had the opportunity to attend blood clan gatherings and naturally knew the vampire prince before him.

When he saw Lucia, his heart nearly jumped out of his chest. He knew that offending the prince among blood races was a grave sin, one that could potentially lead to the destruction of an entire family.

This ** wasn't a gift, it was a bomb.

He couldn't understand it, how could a noble vampire prince be captured by his own son

He can't afford to care about anything else now, the most urgent thing is to lower his head and apologize.

Fortunately, the Romons family is somewhat stronger than the Buschars, giving him a bit of confidence.ll eyes turned towards this direction, and in the blink of an eye, Kanu, who was once tall and strong, was eaten to the bone by those ants, leaving not a scrap of flesh. In the time it took to say Jac...