So, is this why the local Vampire Governor dares to confront Black Disaster head-on here?
A bunch of belligerent geniuses from who-knows-where...
Hisss, no wonder the God of the North Wind guided him here. The next grand gathering on the continent will surely start from Transylvania.
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"Fuck, you've lost it, sis! Grandpa's almost eighty! Don't mess around, okay!"
The next day before dawn, while it was still dark, Bull Bull, rubbing his eyes in the speeding sports car, was shocked to hear Sister Pomegranate's plan as she drove. He yelled:
"If anything happens to the old man after you dragged him into this, how are you going to explain it to the family!"
"Explain my ass!"
Sister Pomegranate hadn't slept all night.
She got up early in the morning without even applying makeup, her eyes red and hair disheveled, driving the car borrowed from Little Brother Fu to rush to her hometown.
