Jester's new subordinate

  Cain strode forward with an air of intimidation, and Sakura turned around to look at him, bursting out laughing. Meanwhile, a Knight of the Round Table had already approached Cain, his face stern as he growled: "Sir Arthur has business to discuss with Mr. Sakura; clear the way for those who are not involved." With that, he pushed Cain away with one hand. This Knight of the Round Table had been severely injured by Phil and Gorthok the Unyielding last time, and a comrade had died in the battle. Now his heart was burning with anger, and just as he had recovered from his wounds, he was looking for someone to vent his frustrations on.

  Cain saw this knight push over with one hand, let out a cold snort, and struck a fierce punch.

  That round table knight sneered in his heart: "Just because you're an ordinary person, dare to fight with us? Let's give you a lesson." He didn't use much force either, just raised the holy power inside his body to protect himself, and then also threw a punch.

  Cain's fist collided with the Round Table knight's, accompanied by a gust of wind. Cain remained motionless, while the knight rebounded like a cannonball. A muffled groan was heard as blood sprayed into the air and landed heavily on the Rolls-Royce's door. The sound of shattering glass filled the air as the car window exploded, and the door caved in deeply.

  Cain hummed in satisfaction, having used less than 15% of his strength. But he didn't think about it, his physical ability was already tens of times stronger than ordinary people, and after practicing the "Tian Xing Jue", his muscle strength surged wildly, now he was as strong as an ancient dragon. How could a Round Table Knight with only slightly stronger physical strength withstand his 'light' blow?

  Three Knights of the Round Table stared at Caine in shock, then flew back to start rescuing their companions. Arthur stared blankly at Caine and asked in surprise: "What kind of person are you?"

  Sakura gently took over the conversation: "Oh? Him? He's my friend, but he has nothing to do with our business... Mr. Arthur, what exactly did you want to see me about? Don't waste my time, okay? Life is short, and wasting it on interactions with nobles like you would be unfortunate for me."

  Arthur gritted his teeth and muttered: "There are still fifteen days, it's the day we duel, do you remember? We will settle the score with you for sending assassins to attack us continuously. The location will be chosen by you, my friend and I won't hide."

  "Sakura nodded: "So, I won't avoid the duel either. I'm looking forward to a fight to the death with you." As soon as she finished speaking, the 'Killing Moon' in her body began to shake violently, and the Stone Sword in Arthur's body sensed the challenging sword energy and emitted a series of soft hums. A black sword energy shot out from Sakura's body, colliding head-on with the white sword energy shot out from Arthur's body. The two bodies shook simultaneously, both retreating one step back."

  Arthur burst out laughing: "Haha, great! I've been wanting to experience the power of your treasured sword." He glanced at Cain: "Of course, if this friend also wants to come and instruct me, I welcome it."

  Cain said in a low voice, "I won't let you down, kid."

  Arthur's anger rose: "Mind your language, sir, a gentleman is..."

  "Ah, damn it! I'm Cain, a rough man, not some damned gentleman or one of your British aristocratic shits. Fighting is my hobby, and I'll definitely be there."

  Arthur nodded, his anger turning to laughter as he said to Sakura: "Your subordinates seem to be no match for mine. I hope you can find a few more capable helpers, because I and my three friends are not people you can handle alone."

  Sakura said proudly, "Don't worry about me, my strength is beyond your imagination. Take care of yourself, do you need a car to send your subordinate to the hospital? That poor Rolls-Royce seems to be out of commission. Hmm?" Sakura revealed a smile of schadenfreude.

  Arthur was furious, he glared at Cain and threw out a sentence: "No need, we'll find our own way back." Then turned around and left.

  As they abandoned the worn-out Rolls-Royce and hailed a taxi, Sakura smiled and said: "Leaving this broken-down car at our doorstep, what does that mean? Truly an unrefined noble. Mr. Cain, so, fifteen days later, I'll have you come watch the battle, oh, right, I'll personally visit Mr. Yi and ask him to be a witness."

  Cain nodded and left the casino with Sakura, heading towards 'Chinatown'.

  Arthur looked at his pale subordinate in the taxi and asked in a low voice, "How's the situation?"

  That heavily battered Knight of the Round Table smiled wryly: "Sir, I've got seven broken ribs, three main bones in my right arm are also broken. I'm afraid I won't be able to fight for two months. If it weren't for my holy power protecting my internal organs, I'd probably have been killed by that one punch."

  Arthur's angry low voice scolded: "You bastards, how many times have I said it? Don't underestimate your opponents. If you go all out, can you cause such injuries? Idiot. We don't know what their actual strength is yet, and now we must conserve everyone's power, but you... Next time, punish yourself."

  Another Round Table knight asked in puzzlement: "My lord, can't we request support from the Vatican?"

  Arthur's face changed drastically: "Shut up, don't mention this in front of Sker and the others for a while... I can tell you." Arthur lowered his voice: "The Pope led a large group of Vatican experts to New York, but they encountered a terrifyingly abnormal person. Only the Pope and about a dozen people returned to the Vatican. His Majesty was also seriously injured... This is what Sker and the others were told in their secret report, so don't ask this question again."

  The knights' faces all changed and they couldn't say a word...

  Weiren returned to his office and found a phone call waiting for him. M on the other end asked in confusion, "Mr. Weiren, where did you go?"

  Wei Ren returned with an apologetic expression: "Sorry, M, I went to a Chinese restaurant in Chinatown for dinner. Eating Chinese food is one of my bad habits, hope I didn't miss anything?"

  Ma spoke in a low voice: "Your subordinates caught many people yesterday. Did you find anyone suspicious?"

  Weiren's mind was racing with thoughts, and he said with a smile: "Yes, I've found many people who don't seem to be from around here."

  Ma's expression turned tense, and he hastily asked him: "Who is it?"

  "Ha ha, some outside gangsters and subordinates of the black gang leader Yi Chen in London seem to be deliberately taking advantage of the chaos to fight, I have arrested over 200 people, it's a very serious situation... What? Did you receive some intelligence?"

  "A disappointed sigh escaped his lips: 'No, nothing. Is there anything else?'"

  "Sorry, ma'am," Wei Lun said with a wry smile. "You also know the situation here, it's impossible to find anything out. They're just some local rascals, no one who really stands out."

  "Alright then, thank you. If you can spare more manpower, please send some of your best people. I want to strengthen surveillance over London and its surrounding areas."

  "It would be my honour to serve the interests of the British Empire, ma'am."

  "Ha! You are an honest and loyal man, Mr. Verlen. Goodbye."

  Weiren put down the phone and smiled strangely: "Oh, thank you for your compliment, madam... Yi, you really know how to get me into trouble, insisting on sending the most troublesome goods to my hands... However, considering the dividends you gave me, hehe, I'm a person who values friendship... Oh, that restaurant's abalone is really good, let's go there next time too."

  Akane Kaito drove over to Chinatown and burst into the reception room on the top floor of the Easy Dust Hotel.

  Yi Chen has joined Dekula's poker game, happily betting with three thousand-year-old vampires. Phil and Goll are busy serving drinks and mixing cocktails, also enjoying themselves. The other nine Grand Dukes have retreated to the underground cellar to sleep in their coffins due to the overly bright light. Yi Chen just checked on Chekhov's progress, only to be told by a frustrated Chekhov that he had only breached two layers of the outer firewall of the chip. Yi Chen could only urge him to speed up.

  Jester lay on the sofa by the door, smoking a cigarette. He saw Cain and Sakura walk in and lazily greeted them, asking: "Cain, what's the hurry? Hmm? Looks like you've just been in a fight, haven't you?"

  Cain nodded heavily and said in a deep voice: "That Arthur is looking for trouble with Sakura, I beat up one of his subordinates."

  Yi Chen put down the poker cards in his hand and frowned, asking: "Xiao Ying, did Arthur come to trouble you?"

  Sakura walked over, slightly shrugging her shoulders and said: "Hey, Mr. Cain just helped me get rid of those surveillance cameras, and then Arthur came knocking on the door. He said it was to remind me that there's only half a month left until the duel, and one of his subordinates had a conflict with Mr. Cain."

  "Arthur? Which Arthur?" Deacula frowned.

  Yi Chen looked at Dekula: "Are there still many Arthurs?"

  "Decula lowered his head, gathered the cards together, and shuffled them quickly. After a long while, he said: 'Hmmm, there are many Arthurs... an Arthur from 1,000 years ago, one from 900 years ago, one from 800 years ago... It seems that every hundred years, a member of that family is born with the power to inherit the sword in the stone. Calculating the time, it should be now. Japanese kid, did you provoke him? Oh, great Satan above, the jewels in the Tower of London, were they stolen by you?"

  Sakura's face turned bright red: "No, as a warrior, I absolutely would not go and steal things. I was fighting them fair and square when I injured them, but I didn't know who took advantage of their injuries to snatch the jewels, it has nothing to do with me."

  Deacula forced a smile: "No relationship is best, that family and the Vatican have a thousand threads of connection, and at the same time belong to the British aristocracy's branch, it's hard to deal with. When I was young, I encountered several, all lost, humph, Shi Zhongjian even left me two scars, damn thing."

  Sakura smiled: "You've also had conflicts with them? Then we're really... Oh God..."

  Sakura suddenly found something wrong, Dracula said a thousand years ago, nine hundred years ago, eight hundred years ago and so on, and then he had conflicts with several Arthurs, so what is Dracula's age this year...

  Yi Chen kicked Dekura under the table with a loud thud, dryly laughing and saying: "Sakura, sit down and talk, what's wrong? Is there something not quite right?"

  "Mr. Dracula, may I ask how old you are this year?"

  "Ah, my age? Probably around 1,700 years old, I suppose. I've seen Europe grow from a bunch of weak powers to what it is today... Oh, I lived through the medieval wars with the demon gods, I personally executed thirty-seven Red Cardinals, and I've killed thousands of people from the Church too... And I even joined forces with humans to assassinate a Pope once, although we failed... Hmmph, Japanese kid, why do you ask about my age?"

  Yi Chen rolled her eyes and said, "Mr. Dekula, do you have to tell everyone your true identity? I'm sure Sakura is a good friend of yours, she won't leak your secret, but your identity will bring trouble to him."

  Sakura shook her head excitedly: "No, no, no, Yi, I'm not afraid of trouble. Tell me, is what Mr. Dracula said true? Really, he's really over 1,700 years old? God, what kind of creature can live that long? The oldest elder in our Chrysanthemum clan is only a little over 100 years old."

  A grand duke said with extreme arrogance: "Of course, it is our great, glorious and noble bloodline that can survive for so long. How can the fragile human beings compare to us?" He opened his mouth wide, and two fangs slowly grew out. The two special ninjas behind him let out a scream, and subconsciously reached for the short knives they carried on their bodies.

  Sakura bowed to them, stood up, and gave a ninety-degree bow to Dracula with reverence, saying: "The Chrysanthemum Organization of the Great Japanese Empire, subordinate to the four major families of Wind, Forest, Fire, and Mountain. I am Sakura, the person in charge of the London branch of the Hayashi family, at your service, Mr. Dracula."

  Deke smiled slightly: "Japanese kid, no need to be polite, huh? You can get along with Yi, which means you're not a bad person... Yi is a very realistic person, he only has two kinds of friends, one is the kind in his circle, and the other is the kind he uses for his own benefit... Heh, looks like you should be the kind of friend that Yi considers to be a true friend."

  Yi Chen sneered to himself, then smiled and said: "Mr. Dekula, why are you saying that? I treat all my friends equally... Hmm, let's not waste words, Sakura, have you decided where we'll duel?"

  Sakura shook her head and said: "I don't know, I'm not familiar with the terrain around London."

  Yi Chen smiled faintly: "Mr. Dekula, what do you mean?"

  Declan shook his head, gathered the cards in front of him and casually threw out one, saying: "One hundred bucks... Hmm, I'm not very interested in finding trouble for the Arthur family now. They don't have much to do with the Vatican anymore, and besides, at Arthur's current age, it's unlikely he can fully wield the power of Excalibur, so I'm not interested."

  Sakura looked at Yichun, and Yichun smiled mischievously: "But Arthur has helpers, doesn't he... Sakura, didn't you tell me last time that Arthur found three Holy Knights as his helpers?"

  Deacula's hand stiffened, and the dozen or so poker cards in his hand 'sizzled' into ashes in the black flames. He sneered: "The Holy Knights of the Church? Three? Only three?"

  Sakura nodded repeatedly: "Yes, it's called Hagen."

  Duke Clara laughed a few times, while the other two grand dukes were excitedly chattering away, rapidly discussing something that Yi Chen couldn't understand in their vampire language.

  Yi Chen asked Dequla: "Mr. Dequla, what are they talking about?"

  "Three Holy Knights, you say? We can devour them... Hmm, perhaps I alone would have a bit of trouble, but with the twelve Grand Dukes added to my side, they're as good as dead... Ah, it seems our family's intelligence was mistaken. That accursed Arthur's family has been in contact with the Church all along. No matter, we'll take care of them slowly. Young one, how is your power? I sense a great dark energy within you... but can you withstand a Holy Knight?"

  Sakura said with a self-deprecating smile, "I once seriously injured one of their Holy Knights in a head-on battle. And my subordinates seriously injured two other Holy Knights and Arthur as well. Of course, I'm not sure if this duel will only have four participants."

  "Then we will participate in your duel... Ei, are you interested?"

  "Ah, Mr. Dracula, I'm not Superman, you know? I'm just an ordinary person... But my status is still quite respectable, so I'll be attending the duel as a witness, how about it?"

  "Are you a normal person? Then I'm still human, aren't I, Yi? You're really good at hiding yourself. But why should I expose you? Humans always have many strange behaviors, as a friend, I shouldn't comment on your behavior."

  "Ahahahaha... So, that's great! Hmmm, let me think... The location of the duel, how about Austria? In the mountains of Austria, at the top of 'Sunset' Castle. Ahahah, it's perfect! In the sunset, we'll slowly drain the blood of those three damned Holy Knights, oh, so sweet! How does that sound?"

  "Yi Chen asked: 'Austria?'"

  Deacula nodded: "That is an area where the power of the Vatican is extremely weak, and the power of the Dark Council is very strong, especially in the mountains. Basically, those mountain people all believe in the dark power, we can get rid of them without any disturbance."

  Yi Chen smiled lightly: "Well, let's just do it then." Yi Chen was a bit hesitant, originally his plan was to take advantage of the situation when Sakura and Arthur were dueling, but then Deacula intervened... Hmm, no big deal, he could just watch the excitement, after all, Arthur and himself didn't have any deep grudges, no need to make a move to kill him. Anyway, with Deacula around, Arthur was as good as dead.

  Sakura nodded after thinking for a while and said, "I'll send someone to respond to Arthur's challenge right away. He's so generous in letting me decide the location of the duel, so I have no choice but to accept... Hmm, our clan's experts can arrive in London within two days, which is more than enough time."

  Yi Chen thought for a moment, nodded and said: "So, that's it, Sakura. I'm really sorry, my people can't help you with anything. Sigh, I can only be a witness now."

  Sakura asked with a kind heart and good intentions: "Yi, the way we duel, ordinary people may not be able to withstand it. Do you need to make some preparations?"

  Yi Chen couldn't help but laugh to the extreme, hastily shaking his head and saying: "Isn't it just magic? I've seen real magic before. Look, I know Mr. Dracula, so you don't have to worry that I'll be scared by some scenes. Really, I'm a strong-nerved person, I'm not afraid of things that can't be explained by common sense."

  Sakura nodded and bid farewell, saying: "Well, I'll go write the reply letter... Mr. Dracula, nice to meet you."

  "Doesn't matter, the Vatican is our arch-nemesis. Getting to take out their elite is always a pleasure. Well, see you later... Mr. Phil. Maybe you should deal us another hand of poker." Phil nodded and left.

  Sakura took advantage of the situation and bid farewell, exchanging a few glances with Yichun before walking out quickly.

  Sakura was walking out of Chinatown with a few subordinates when Wester, accompanied by seven people, stepped onto the stairs at the entrance of Chinatown. Both parties exchanged a glance and were shocked by each other's strength. Sakura, with good intentions, blocked Wester: "Sir, it doesn't officially open until tonight, you're a bit too early."

  Vester and the seven young men behind him gazed deeply at Sakura, sizing up this strangely dressed youth who was even more beautiful than a so-called supermodel by a margin of seven parts. Vester shook his head and said: "We are friends of the boss here, we have come to find him on some business."

  Sakura furrowed her brow: "Friends? There are many kinds of friends. Maybe I should ask you why you're looking for Yi."

  Vester shook his head: "No, we're not looking for Mr. Yi, we're looking for Mr. Jester, is he in?"

  Just as Phil, who had gone downstairs to get the poker, received the report from the doorman and walked out in big strides: "Mr. Sakura, Mr. West is a friend of the boss, it's okay. Mr. West, this is the boss's good friend, Japan's Sakura."

  Sakura nodded and stepped aside, saying: "Sorry. I apologize, I misunderstood that you were here to cause trouble."

  Vester nodded slightly: "It's okay, I know why you misunderstood."

  Sakura walked away lightly, and only after getting back to his car did he say in a low voice: "I really can't see through him, he's actually able to make friends with so many powerful people, what a weird person... but I can understand why he does this, the head of a gang always needs some powerful helpers, no wonder he was able to unify London's underworld in such a short time... and fortunately, we didn't have any conflicts with him."

  "Yes, Sakura-sama, in this world there are many powerful people. Our perspective was too narrow before, we always thought that we were the strongest existence in the world."

  Sakura nodded lightly and ordered: "Let's go, I'm going to write a reply to Arthur."

  Jester, already impatient, received Wester in another reception room, lazily blowing out a few smoke rings. Jester hummed and said: "Wester, oh, what else do you want to find me for? Your hundred subordinates, sorry, they bumped into the Pope, God above, I don't dare rush out to save them."

  Vester burst out laughing, looked at Jester and saw that he didn't intend to invite him to sit down, so he simply sat down with a thick face, smiling all over his face: "This, the death of 100 blood clans is a loss for us, but it's not serious... Hmm, Chairman thinks you don't have many subordinates, which is inappropriate, so we re-assigned seven new subordinates to you, they will absolutely obey your orders."

  Jester burst out laughing: "A hundred of them were finished off, and this time you send seven over? Oh my god, are you guys playing a joke on me? You might as well not send anyone to deliver themselves to death, I always run into trouble anyway."

  "Ah, no, dear Jest, this time it's different, really different. They are truly noble vampire aristocrats, all seven of them possess powers above that of a marquis. They're all very young, only around a hundred years old or so, but they're geniuses, so they have powerful abilities that don't match their age... They belong to the noble bloodline of the Avenks family, a strong and mysterious aristocratic household."

  Jester looked at the seven young vampires and frowned: "You're really bragging."

  The vampire in the middle sneered and flipped a middle finger: "You little brat, you're too arrogant. Whether we're formidable or not, you'll find out one day. Damn it, if the Council hadn't told us to listen to you, we'd have taken care of you by now."

  Jester looked at the seven young vampires' attire, and suddenly they were almost identical to himself, with the same sloppy jeans, the same unwashed sneakers that hadn't been washed for a long time, and even more outrageous than himself, as each of them had more than four silver rings hanging from their ears or noses, and their hands were full of gold and silver rings. Even, they would also flip off the middle finger, and curse people, not at all like Dracula's aristocratic demeanor.

  "Hey, brother, don't get too cocky, you're not necessarily a match for me."

  A shadow flashed by, a swift gust of wind flew towards Jester's throat. Wester shouted loudly: "Stop!" But that palm wind had already cut towards Jester's neck.

  Jester's left hand rose, and a flame shield suddenly appeared out of thin air, with black flames emitting a chilling coldness. The swift wind easily tore through Jester's flame shield, suddenly changing direction and stabbing towards Jester's chest.

  A dark light flashed, Jester was enveloped in the dark light, and silver starlight burst out, like fireworks with a whistling sound shooting towards the residual shadow in the air. The residual shadow retreated, hastily retreated, and finally retreated back to its original position, with fine blood marks already scratched on its body.

  Jester waved his hand, and the Dragon Slaying Dagger plunged into his body. His forehead also broke out in cold sweat. This kid's power was too strong, easily shattering the full-power fire shield he had set up. Fortunately, the Dragon Slaying Dagger protected him. The dagger was really too powerful, and that vampire was completely repelled by its counterattacking force.

  West laughed: "You've also seen each other's strength, not superior to each other, haha, Jester, this is the President's intention, you must accept them, or I won't be able to explain it... Hmm, if you still want to duel with the leader of the German branch, then, haha, help me out with this, otherwise I won't submit your proposal upwards."

  Jester snorted coldly, how could Wester actually use this method to threaten himself? But, not listening to his words really wasn't an option either.

  Jester looked at the seven brand new vampires, nodded slightly and said in a soft voice: "You guys are strong, and you look much better than that bunch of idiots last time. I'm Jester, from now on, you'll listen to me."

  Seven vampires reported their names: "Sukai, Sutā, Faru, Vuo, Aisu, Usu, and Desu." Sukai shook his leg and said: "Our formal names are too long, it's impossible for a human brain to remember, so I'll just give you our nicknames... I'm Sukai, the leader of the seven, they all listen to me."

  Jester chuckled strangely: "Hmph, what an interesting name, Sky, Star, Flame, Flowing Water, Frost, Earth, Death..." The seven youngsters looked almost identical, all with silver short hair and purple eyes. Their physiques were similar to Jester's, tall, lean, and full of explosive power... If you changed the color of their hair, they would basically be mistaken for someone who wasn't very familiar with Jester.

  Vester laughed: "So, sorry, I'm leaving. The Vatican side has eaten a big loss, and maybe they will find trouble for us. Mr. Jester, they are all good hands, with the strength to be promoted to junior duke within a hundred years, but don't waste their power."

  "Alright then, I won't see you off. Remember the promise you made to me, or else I'll make sure to take care of you."

  Vester shouted in excitement and hastily walked out. Skye and the other seven kids were notorious problem children within the dark council, and now they've been assigned to Jester's care... who knows what kind of trouble they'll get into? It's better for him to leave early anyway...

  Jester suddenly reached out with one hand and grabbed Wester's shoulder, Wester shrank his shoulders, a lingering shadow appeared at the door, turned back in surprise and asked: "Jester, what's wrong?"

  Jester was shocked at Vester's strength and shook his head saying: "Nothing, bring Michelle back to me."

  "Impossible, Miss Miharu is the vice-hand configured by the Speaker for you, I don't have the power to take her back... Besides, Lord Dekura is right here, if I force Miss Miharu to go back with me, I'm afraid... Hehe, I'm not a match for her old man." Wester hastily cleared himself and quickly left.

  Jester turned around, looked at the seven 'kids' who were lying on the sofa in a mess, nodded, and pulled out a bundle of marijuana from his pocket, tossing it over and asking: "Who wants some weed?"

  Skye's hand shot out and grabbed the weed, then a fist flew in and slammed into Skye, sending him flying. Farley grinned as he snatched up the bundle of weed, just about to stuff it into his own pocket when two legs swept in and sent him tumbling through the air with a pained yelp. Next, Urs and Ace had a death grip on the weed, refusing to let go as two black electrical currents clashed inside the weed. Meanwhile, the other three kids charged forward, bellowing: "What are you doing?! Don't waste it! We smelled it - it's top-grade weed!"

  Jester revealed a happy smile and lazily said: "Don't bother, I still have twenty kilograms of this stuff in my room."

  No sooner had the words fallen, Jester was already regretting it. Seven vicious vampire nobles pounced on him, pinning him to the ground and menacingly interrogating: "Where is your room?"

  Jester rolled his eyes, desperately prying open the claws that Dues had clamped on his neck, and weakly said: "Don't rush, my boss is the biggest gang leader in London... Ah, Big Ma wants as much as she wants..."

  Seven vampires with fawning smiles let go of their hands, and eagerly pulled up Jester, quickly patting the dust off his body, chuckling and saying: "Lord Jester, from now on we are your loyal subordinates... If there's anyone you don't like, we'll help you take care of them. Oh, you're even more lovely than Satan himself! You're simply the reincarnation of Satan! Really, how much opium do you want? And what about white powder? Do you have some?"

  Jester burst out laughing: "Yes, whatever you want... Do you like racing cars? The boss has many luxury vehicles in the underground garage. Do you like drinking? The boss has the best red wine, white wine, and even strong liquor from China. Do you like playing with women? The boss runs a nightclub, with over 500 beauties coming and going every night. Do you like firearms? The boss is the largest arms dealer in London, if not all of Britain. Or do you like killing people? Well, the boss controls an assassination organization himself, so you won't feel bored. What exactly do you like?"

  Seven little rascals' purple eyes emitted strong purple energy, they cheered: "Praise Satan, we finally found the right boss, this is heaven... Oh, a thousand times better than that crappy Eden... Omnipotent Satan, you finally brought us to a good place, oh my god, it's perfect... Long live Satan, Lord Satan, you are so considerate... Oh, you are so merciful..."

  Jester stared foolishly at the seven delinquent vampires, did they still have a bit of that elegant vampire demeanor? They should be the outcasts of their family, right? Maybe it was because their family couldn't wait for them to leave, so they sent these seven young and promising talents to serve as their subordinates. But, really, it was just what he wanted...

  "Brothers, did you see? I told you, as long as we escaped that damned Effenberg Castle, we could live a happy life. My prophecy has come true... Jester, from now on, he's our boss, do you agree?"

  The six vampires nodded hastily, their frequency was so great that a residual shadow appeared on their heads.

  Jester burst out laughing: "And there's another one, also the boss's subordinate, named Chekhov, you'll definitely like him... Hmm, do you need money?"

  "Money? Of course we need it... We're just a couple who lost two hundred million in Las Vegas ten years ago and got severely punished by our family, now we're penniless. Who doesn't like money?"

  Jester tossed a dusty card with his gold card out and shrugged, saying: "The boss said there's 100 million euros inside, I've never used it before, now it belongs to you, consider it your first salary as my subordinates."

  Farr has rushed over, heavily embracing Jester, and fiercely kissing his face, wildly shouting: "Oh my god, you are a hundred times greater than Satan! How did you know we were short of money? Oh, we can buy the latest clothes and boots now."

  "My earrings need to be changed to white gold with diamond inlays."

  "I want the latest model sports car."

  "I want to buy one hundred kilograms of white powder and then soak it in liquor to drink."

  I want to find two hundred girls and play with them one by one slowly.

  Seven vampires yelled out their deepest desires, Jest gazed at them coldly, shook his head and said in a low voice: "I'm willing to trade my own life for her return to this world... Isn't it just a little money? Why must you be like this?"

  Seven vampires are fighting for the custody of the gold card, and it seems that they will fight again. Jester has already walked out leisurely, and Skeith is the first to throw away the gold card and rush out, shouting enthusiastically: "Oh, Lord Jester, my boss, where are you going? Don't worry, I'll protect your safety 24 hours a day... For Satan's sake, don't go so fast, I'm not familiar with the terrain... Oh, for God's sake, don't close the elevator door, which floor should I find you on?"

  Back in the penthouse's living room, Yichen curiously looked at Jester, whose clothes were disheveled, and asked him: "Dear Jester, what happened? You look like you've been robbed by a group of thugs."

  Jester shrugged and spat: "Boss, I really ran into a gang of thugs, but soon they'll be your problem."

  Yi Chen smiled and threw down a card, eating away De Qula's card. He asked with a smile: "Oh? How could it be my trouble? Mr. Weisi is here to find you."

  Seven dark shadows burst in with a loud crash, bringing with them a trail of residual images that swirled around the room several times before coming to a stop at the center. The black-clad figures gathered around Jester, their faces filled with excitement and expectation. "Oh, Lord Jester, you absolutely cannot run away from us! We are the most loyal subordinates assigned to you by the highest council of the Dark Assembly. You must take responsibility for us, as our future food, drink, and entertainment all depend on you!"

  Dracula and the two grand dukes' mouths were agape, their eyeballs almost bulging out of their sockets. Yichen looked at them curiously and asked: "Dear Mr. Dracula, what's wrong? Have you seen something that shouldn't be seen?"

  "By the great Satan above, what are these seven rascals, scoundrels, and villains doing here? The shame of their entire bloodline, the plague of the Dark Council... Easy, have you finally started to run out of luck?"

  Yi Chen looked at the seven vampires fawning over Jester and smiled, saying: "Oh? I don't think they're so bad after all. Look, they're serving Jester so comfortably that they've even started giving him a massage."

  "A great duke muttered: 'Shame, shame on our bloodline... I'll get rid of those seven bastards, damn them, they've disgraced the face of our noble bloodline.'"

  Another Grand Duke sneered: "Easy, as long as you have money, as long as you provide them with drugs, liquor and other pleasures, they are a pack of dogs... Dammit, did the Dark Assembly assign them to Mr. Jester?"

  Yi Chen smiled slyly: "How's their strength?"

  "They are geniuses, truly gifted in the use of dark powers and mastery of dark magic. However, geniuses always have their quirks, and theirs is that they are a bunch of scoundrels, rascals, and trash, outcasts of the entire dark world. But to be realistic, they are extremely formidable experts, only around 100 years old, yet they have already reached the power of senior marquises."

  "Too perfect, God, you finally did something good for once." He tossed aside the poker cards and strolled towards the seven vampires who were in a sorry state.

  "Hey, kid, mind your own business and scram. Otherwise, I'll dig out your heart and feed it to the dogs."

  "Ah, gentlemen," Easy Dust smiled, "I am Jest's boss. I've heard you have some... particular tastes? Well, you're in luck - I'm the only one in all of London who can supply those tastes on a large scale."

  Skye's face changed from the icy snow-capped mountains to a gentle spring water, he elegantly bowed and said in an almost coquettish tone: "Praise be to God, you are a good person, please forgive my rudeness earlier... I, Skye of the Avenks family, am delighted to serve you."

  The other six kids also let Jester pass by with a swoosh, bowing respectfully to Yichun, no, to the banknotes in Yichun's hand.

  Dracula's facial muscles twitched wildly, suppressing the urge to destroy the entire building with a single punch. He slowly stood up and said in an icy tone: "I'm going to rest, I'm too tired. Easy, you owe me $2,700." With two large dukes by his side, Dracula walked out without looking back.

  "Ah, I say, isn't that our great Philippe family's Duke Dracula? Ah, good day, Your Excellency, oh, it's been ages, how are you? Fifty years ago, I had the honor of meeting you, is your health still good? Strange, what brings you to London as well?"

  "Good, thanks for remembering. I've got some business in London... You all keep chatting, don't mind me."

  Dekeula left, and the seven vampires immediately surrounded Yichun. Yichun easily figured out the hobbies of these vampires, pulled a few sentences, and at 80% level, turned these seven young delinquents into his loyal subordinates...

  Jester wailed: "Boss, having one Chekhov is enough for you, no need for the extra seven scoundrels."

  Yi Chen smiled and said: "Since I can tolerate you and Chekhov, two scoundrels, why can't I tolerate seven more? Besides, in the eyes of some people, am I not also a scoundrel?"

  "Ah, no, boss! You're as lovely as Satan's envoy, you're God, you're too great!" Yī Chén had just agreed to give him the latest Ferrari sports car, and he was so excited that his bones were all soft...

  "In my heart, I'm secretly smiling: 'My subordinates are getting more and more interesting. Hmm, these people have weaknesses, but I just love people with weaknesses... they're so easy to control. Great power, infinite possibilities for growth - I want to thoroughly grasp them. Money isn't enough to make them mine, but since I can tame Jester, why can't I tame you all? Strong and capable subordinates are my favorite.'"