The president stared at the scene in shock. Why would Werewolves acknowledge a Vampire as their master? And why had all the Werewolf Soldiers they had painstakingly cultivated betrayed them? None of this was scientific.
Of course, none of that was important. What mattered was how they planned to deal with him. No matter how he looked at them, they did not seem like kidnappers after ransom.
At that moment, Marcus turned to the president and asked with a smile, "Are you worried I'll kill you?"
"Mr. Vampire, if there's anything you need me to cooperate with, I'll definitely cooperate."
The president hurriedly stated, "I can submit a proposal to legalize Vampires and Werewolves, and designate an area for you, such as Manhattan. How about that?"
"Not good."
Marcus said, "First, you don't have that much authority. Second, I prefer controlling my own Fate rather than receiving charity from others."
As he spoke, Marcus walked up to the president. The president tried to retreat, but Lucien blocked him. Then Marcus raised his hand, plunged his claws into the president's chest, and grabbed his heart.
The president stared at Marcus in pain and terror, his eyes filled with pleading. Marcus smiled. "Don't worry. I said I wouldn't kill you. I'm merely making you one of us.
"You're the president. You carry a dense amount of World's Favor, which is very useful to me."
As Marcus spoke, he injected the New Werewolf Potion and Dark Heart into the president's heart. The president threw back his head and roared. His body rapidly warped, thick wolf fur sprouting all over him. Before long, he became a Werewolf over two meters tall.
"World's Favor acquired."
Marcus was highly satisfied. He raised his hands again and shouted, "I sacrifice World's Favor! Werewolf Kingdom, descend!"
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