Copper Fragment, This is the Louvre Museum, Don't Rob the Museum!

N-negotiate with the Church?!

The big shots of the dark world all looked as if they had been struck by lightning.

The two werewolf chieftains in particular instinctively raised their tails high, every hair standing on end. You wanted us to negotiate with the Church?

How was that any different from sticking our necks under a blade?

There was a difference. At least if the vampires and werewolves joined forces, they could still contend with the local Church.

But the sheer unpleasantness of it was like Taobao facing a novice seller who did not know how to haggle. They had thought they could slash his price hard, only for him to suddenly say:

"If you won't accept my price, I'll bring in Pinduoduo. Whatever price you two settle on, that's what I'll pay—"

This kind of bargaining was not lethal, but it was truly disgusting.

Most importantly, you knew he really could bring in Pinduoduo—and Pinduoduo would really help him haggle...

And Pinduoduo was on his side!

Low growls rumbled in the two werewolf chieftains' throats as inch-long cold gleams slid from their fingertips.

Out, back in, out again, back in again, out again, back in again—

Calm down, calm down. He isn't an enemy yet. Don't force him over to the enemy's side—

His demands might be harsh, but he has shown goodwill. Everything can be negotiated—

You two vampires, pull your weight a little!

The "two vampires" exchanged a glance, equally helpless.

Prince Ventrue was of noble birth and had spent years dealing with all kinds of high society figures. He had seen enough of every facet of human nature that he could still hold steady at a time like this, smiling without a change in expression.

Prince Allen of the Toreador Clan, however, had a twisted expression