Outside the window, the pale figure disappeared in an instant, leaving only a beautiful golden hair swaying in the wind. Dennis closed the window and took out a bottle of purified water from his bag, giving each boy a sip.
The pure water in this bottle has been mixed with a strong medicine, enough to quickly wake up the boys.
"Dennis, why are you here? Where is Miss Helen?" After waking up, the boys were still thinking about Helen.
Dennis shook his head lightly, pretending to be unaware: 'I didn't see any young lady, but would you like to have a drink with me? This wine is so good.'
A red-faced boy suddenly patted Dennis on the shoulder and shouted, 'Dennis teacher, why are you sitting? Get up and dance!'
Suddenly, a knocking sound is heard at the door.
Abby stood at the door, raised her hand and knocked on it, smiling as she said, "What's going on? Everyone seems unhappy."
Hank followed Abby into the private room and picked up a glass of red wine. He brought it to his nose and sniffed, saying, "Dennis, is the treatment at Star City University really this good? Are employees allowed to drink alcohol during their working hours?"
Dennis stood up, checked his watch, and said, "I'm here to take these few students who skipped class back. We have a public lesson coming up soon. Sorry for the interruption, you guys enjoy yourselves."
"Okay." Abby always had a friendly smile on her face.
Hank nodded and gave Abby a thumbs up, praising, "Excellent! This legendary expert, the number one powerhouse in the Hunting Bureau, truly has some clever thinking. Not only did he calculate the timing perfectly to make us come here for nothing, but we also have to foot the bill for this group of people."
"So what? It's just some money, and we're not lacking in funds," Abby said as she took out her wallet and handed it over.
Hank leaned back on the sofa, looking lazy and said, "It's really hard to swallow this breath."
Abby's smile on her face turned slightly cold, gradually freezing into ice, and her tone also became serious: "In the past six months, vampire disappearances have been occurring continuously across the country, with several cases even involving Star City. This has severely impacted the reputation of the Hunting Bureau and disrupted the peace between vampires and humans. Even our hunting bureau has received an official complaint from vampires. What an ironic joke, isn't it?"
"I understand. That's why as a disciplinary committee member, you would lower yourself to patrol with us ordinary police officers." Hank yawned and slumped on the couch, motionless.
Abby squatted on the ground and picked up some white powder from the corner of the sofa. he sniffed it carefully and his expression suddenly changed.
This is a common sedative used by vampire hunters, which can only be used to stun ordinary people and has no effect on vampires.
In other words, if we can expand the scope and make a bold guess, can this behavior be interpreted as someone betraying within the hunting bureau?
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After being thrown out of the window by Dennis, Helen landed heavily on a red Ferrari.
Albert had just parked his car when he witnessed a sudden disaster, which almost left him in shock: "Who did this?"
"It's me." A trembling hand reached out from the top of the car.
Albert looked up and saw Helen, who could hardly move. He felt sorry for her and asked, "Are you okay?"
"Is this car expensive?" Helen painfully raised her neck on top of the car, revealing a smooth head, and struggled to utter a few words.
Albert shrugged and answered truthfully, "It's not very expensive. It's a Ferrari."
"Oh, my arm hurts so much. It might be broken." Helen's smooth forehead drooped weakly, and she wished she could find a hole to hide in.
" Are you acting awkwardly?" Albert laughed heartily, leaning against the car door. "Such a cute vampire."
In front of the vampire hunter ranked second in the Hunter Bureau, she dares to disguise himself as an ordinary person. Since she can come out during the day, she must not be an ordinary vampire!
"What? Don't I look real?" Helen sat up abruptly, propped herself against the car door, and leaped down gracefully, landing in front of Albert.
"Since you're okay, let's discuss the compensation for the car. If you have money, then please compensate us with it. If not, we can work out another form of compensation."
Albert patted the dented roof of the car and opened the door to take a look inside. It's not bad, there is no damage internally, just the roof is damaged, nothing major.
"I don't have money? What is another way of compensation?" Helen said directly, choosing to repay within her own abilities.
Albert opened the back compartment and took out a set of formal attire. He walked up to Helen and carefully examined her from head to toe. Finally, his gaze settled on Helen's smooth neck, showing slight approval. He said, "You have a great figure. Try putting this on."
"What is this?" Helen frowned, "Clothes?"
"This is a formal dress. I happen to be attending a banquet and I need a female companion. Would you accompany me to the banquet as compensation?"
"How many people are there at the banquet?" Helen asked. She enjoys being around people, especially those young and energetic youths who are full of passion and vitality.
Albert shrugged helplessly and said, "Sorry, I'm just a guest here. I don't know the scale of the event organized by the host. Besides, as my companion, do you really need to focus on others?"
"Sure, but the condition is that you have to buy me shoes and a wig, and you have to pay for them!"
Helen proposed a condition that as a bloodline queen, she could not afford to lose her beauty and elegance. In order to attend the luncheon, she must have a pair of noble and elegant shoes.
"Sure!" Mr. Albert happens to have a great hobby of openly flaunting his wealth by buying as many shoes as he wants, claiming that he is very rich.
Helen reached out and patted the car she had accidentally hit, saying, "Are you planning to drive this to take me shoe shopping?"
"Of course not! How could I possibly have only one car? I'm the kind of person who spends an hour choosing a car before going out!"
"Are you mentally ill?" Helen asked, puzzled.
"Is that so?" Albert suddenly leaned down, enveloping Helen in his arms. The warm breath carried a hint of the legendary aroma of agave, exuding a charm and laziness exclusive to men as it brushed against her earlobe. "Miss, I do indeed have an illness, and it is quite serious. So, do you have any medicine?"