"Then you..."
"I'm providing you with emotional value, can't you see?"
Gwen tilted her head, her speaking green gemstone eyes blinking at Hawk.
Hawk's mouth twitched, but he couldn't find anything to refute Gwen's response.
Just then.
The bald African quietly passed by the two and approached George, glanced at him, and then led the way ahead: "This way."
George responded and followed the bald African at the front.
Hawk and Gwen closely followed as well.
The two with reduced presence, along with George, followed the leading bald African. While passing through a brightly lit frozen pig cutting factory, Gwen's gaze fell on the five or six people operating the cutting machine on the workstation.
"Aren't these people vampires?"
"No, they are vampires too."
Hawk glanced and already knew what Gwen wanted to ask: "But they're low-level vampires. We saw in Waterfall Town, Stefan is a vampire of several hundred years, and Catherine, with five centuries of accumulation, although on the run, she has also achieved financial freedom."
There are the lowest levels in any race.
The likes of Stefan, who has his own manor, and Catherine, they are already upper-class elite in the vampire group.
They're not like the Wall Street people, but like those managing Wall Street.
As for the vampires busy cutting pork here.
Let's put it this way.
They're equivalent to Queens... no, they're like homeless people living in parks and forests in Brooklyn District.
The difference is, they're immortal homeless people now.
Hawk said, and then seemed to think of something, looking at Gwen.
"Is this also providing me with emotional value?"
"What?"
Gwen raised her head, smiling at Hawk: "I really don't get it, but you're amazing, Hawk, I feel like you know everything."
Confirmed.
This was Gwen pretending not to understand to provide him with emotional value.
Hawk's mouth twitched.
Just then.
The bald African vampire leading the way stopped before a cold storage, entered the password, then 'boom,' opened the cold storage door.
But what appeared wasn't a cold storage, but a staircase seemingly leading underground.
George looked at the bald African.
The bald African said nothing, just gestured an invitation.
George took a deep breath, looked at the staircase leading underground, stepped forward, and entered.
Gwen glanced at the bald African preparing to close the door, hurriedly dragged Hawk and followed closely, entering before the door was closed again.
Walking ahead, George heightened his alertness, a week of increasingly keen senses allowing him to see clearly in the dark and hear the sound of a lively disco coming from behind the wooden door at the stair's end.
Soon.
George reached the wooden door, placed his right hand on it, and pushed it open.
In the next second.
It was like entering another world.
Deafening wild music.
Colorful lights.
And those vampires gathered in the dance floor not far away, like a chaotic dance of demons.
George subconsciously narrowed his eyes.
God!
So many vampires here?
Gwen, following behind, was also stunned by the dense vampires ahead.
"Hiss, so many vampires here?"
"Not bad, just a Phoenix Beam."
Hawk glanced, speaking indifferently.
Let alone those here, even multiplied by ten above, it's still a circle of Phoenix Beam.
"Hahaha!"
"Chief Stacy."
"Hawk, look."
Beside him, Gwen looked at a man in a black suit, also African, but with a white beard on his chin, laughing as he walked towards them, tugging Hawk's sleeve.
Hawk looked at the African, nodded.
Soon.
Hawk and Gwen followed the bearded man, who seemed very enthusiastic, slinging George's shoulders, crossing the bustling dance floor and up the steps to the second floor, which overlooked the dance floor.
The bearded man led George into a suite guarded by two unsmiling vampires at the door.
After the suite's door closed, the outside noise and commotion disappeared completely.
On the bearded man's invitation, George settled on the sofa in the suite, then looked at the bearded man.
"You're not the one who called me."
"What?"
The bearded man was slightly stunned, then reacted, handing the lit cigar to George: "I'm just a bar owner, Chief Stacy, I'm just following orders."
George looked at the bearded man's offered cigar, chose not to refuse, stretched out his hand to take it.
"Orders? Whose orders."
"You'll find out."
The bearded man smiled slightly, then leaned back on the sofa, pulling a camera from his pocket.
Just then.
The door knocked.
Having entered the room as well but not sitting on the sofa, Hawk and Gwen, standing not far away, looked towards the door.
A black-haired, full-figured, scantily clad female vampire walked in.
Upon entering, the female vampire seemed to know her task, giving George a charming smile, then walked straight to him.
In the next moment.
The female vampire gathered her black long hair, set it down, and reached out to unbutton George's pants.
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