"By the way, pick up Wolverine—no, Van Helsing—on the way."
Andrew thought for a moment and said, "Van Helsing said before that he wanted to travel to other worlds. Since this time happens to involve Werewolves, let him come over and have some fun."
"Uh, you're holding a fragrant beauty who can be posed however you want, yet you want me to entertain a musclebound, stinky brute? Don't you think that's a little too much?"
Soldier Boy complained. Andrew considered it carefully, then said with complete certainty, "No."
Soldier Boy rolled his eyes and continued on his way. His destination this time was not the Werewolves' Gathering Place, but a train.
Vampires had lived for thousands of years and accumulated vast fortunes. Most of them were extremely wealthy, and Emilia, one of the three Great Elders, had simply chartered an entire train to New York.
Why not fly? Because Emilia was afraid of heights—why couldn't Vampires be afraid of heights? Cold and shivering, when would Vampires finally be able to stand tall?
On the train, one of Emilia's subordinates noticed that she, dressed in an off-the-shoulder evening gown, seemed restless. He respectfully asked, "Elder, what's wrong?"
"I don't know. Something feels off."
Emilia said, "Tell everyone to stay alert. I'm about to enter my slumber and don't have much strength. Has Kraven's team arrived at the station yet?"
"Elder, don't worry. No one would dare provoke our Blood Clan. In the underground world, we are kings. In the human world, we are the same."
The subordinate spoke confidently. The Blood Clan was famously rich, and few people dared provoke them. In this world, money really could get away with anything.
Before he had even finished speaking, the train suddenly slammed to a halt. Everyone was sent flying forward, but fortunately,