What could Dracula have wanted to discuss with Ghost Rider?
There was no need to guess. He was obviously inviting him to join forces against Fang Cheng, his greatest competitor.
As soon as Dracula spoke, Ghost Rider let out a cackling laugh.
He glanced at Fang Cheng with his blazing eyes, then said, "You invited me to help you deal with the Blood Emperor, but you never said we'd be teaming up with this bunch of holy rollers."
As a devil, Ghost Rider was also a sworn enemy of the Apocalypse Knights. He'd crossed paths with them plenty of times.
Dracula smiled. "The enemy of my enemy is my friend. A common enemy can make us set aside our differences for a while."
Ghost Rider tilted his head. "What do I get out of helping you?"
"Is eliminating your biggest competitor not a good enough reward?"
"Fair point."
The two of them started negotiating as if no one else were around, completely ignoring Fang Cheng standing nearby.
Fang Cheng didn't interrupt. He simply watched them put on their little performance.
Ophi didn't make a move either, holding back her anger.
She was itching to rush over and kill Fang Cheng, but Famon wasn't by her side. As the only Apocalypse Knight present, even with the Templar Order backing her up, she didn't have much confidence facing three Disaster-Class opponents at once.
And this wasn't the time to reveal their secret weapon.
Ghost Rider seemed to be persuaded by Dracula. After thinking for a while, he turned to Fang Cheng. "This old bat invited me to help him take you down, but I don't think it's a very good deal. The old bat is devious and cunning, after all. If you can offer me better terms, maybe I'll take your side