Deacon Frost

The onlookers were enthusiastic, and they all persuaded John. What kind of hatred or grievance is it? As long as it's cleared up, everything can be resolved. Don't always resort to violence, it hurts harmony.

A strong man who had intended to harm Donnie before stepped forward. He shared his own experience, wanting to mediate between the two parties: "It's no big deal, it's just a small grudge. Look at me, two months ago I was still fighting with the Irish gang against the Northern Irish gang, and last month we teamed up with them to fight the Scottish gang..."

The strong man was shrewd. He understood that anyone who could confront the Mechanic couldn't be an ordinary person. Seeing the stiff atmosphere, he stepped forward to mediate, giving both sides a way out and a good ending. Perhaps he could connect with one of the parties and become successful.

The strong man continued to persuade: "So, don't always fight. We're all brothers, and there will be plenty of opportunities for cooperation in the future..." He was already fantasizing about a life of luxury in his mind, and his tone was extremely sincere.

Bang!

John finally couldn't hold back. Trembling, he shot the helpful guy in the chest in front of everyone, his anger almost uncontrollable.

He, a noble member of the Thompson Family, was being humiliated by a bunch of blood food!

The crowd erupted into chaos, and they became angry, shouting, "Who dares to cause trouble on the Irish gang's turf?" But they only made noise, not daring to step forward.

Donnie looked at the vampire in front of him, a half-smile on his face. A vampire who came to demand someone and restore family dignity, running over in broad daylight to utter a few harsh words and then leave... Was he sure he wasn't here to be funny?

"Tell me, who sent you? Your acting is too bad. If it were me, I would at least have captured that old guy to put on a show." Donnie's watch transformed into a handgun. He still had one thing to say: if John had really been so decisive in capturing someone, he would have immediately killed the vampire. Hesitating, however, exposed their problem.

"Even if you are a Pureblood, if I smash you or drag you into the sunlight, you will die."

He was threatening a Pureblood. If he didn't speak, he would die. Any naturally born vampire was precious, and killing one meant one less.

John's face turned ashen. He realized his mistake; this guy wasn't playing by the rules at all. He feigned calmness and said coldly, "I'm just surprised you're so cooperative, not like the rumors." As he spoke, he went to grab the old bartender.

A flicker of panic flashed in the old bartender's eyes, but he still tried his best to act, pretending to be eager to be captured.

Donnie stood there, unmoved, just watching the vampire capture the person. In reality, the AllSpark in his mind was already constantly jumping, flashing with light, and the phone and watch on his body were restless, ready to strike at any moment.

John's face was extremely ugly. He gritted his teeth and grabbed the old bartender, preparing to leave. He was in too deep and couldn't afford to delay any longer, or he might lose his life.

"How will you report back if you just leave like this? Won't your objective fail?" Donnie slowly said, twirling the handgun in his hand. "You don't want me to hand over the old bartender. You want me to continue fighting with the vampires until one of us dies. Otherwise, it wouldn't be so troublesome. The old bartender is far from me, you could have controlled him and then negotiated with me."

John Thompson, covered in sweat, angrily retorted, "Are you bluffing me? Do you really want to declare war on us?!"

He said that, but the guy in front of him would really kill him; he hadn't lived enough yet. He looked left and right, searching for a convenient escape route.

The old bartender had a bitter expression. He was now entirely in the vampire's hands, a frustrated hostage. According to this old fox's style, he wouldn't put himself in danger. He looked pitifully at Donnie, shouting for Donnie to save him and not to betray him.

John was furious and punched the old bartender, hitting him in the head.

"Who is the guy behind you? If you tell me, I'll let you go. If you don't, I'll beat you to death. You're just a pawn anyway, otherwise, they wouldn't have sent you to negotiate with me. With the slightest carelessness, you'll be beaten to death by me."

Donnie spun the muzzle of his gun, pointing it at John. The other vampires also drew their guns and aimed at Donnie, and the two sides confronted each other, neither willing to back down. Donnie mockingly asked John why he was so loyal as a mere pawn, stating that if he revealed who was behind it, he would immediately let him go.

John's expression was uncertain. He weighed the pros and cons in his mind and finally gritted his teeth and uttered a name.

Deacon Frost, a Half-blood.

"A great family like the Thompsons, with thousands of years of heritage, actually working for an acquired Half-blood? Don't you feel ashamed?" Donnie sneered. He ridiculed the Thompsons of this generation for completely losing the dignity of the Purebloods. Their nobility had been thrown to the ground, covered in dust, and was as worthless as garbage.

John gritted his teeth and stopped talking. His subordinates, however, were furious and almost couldn't resist opening fire.

Donnie pondered. If Deacon was the one directing them, then it wasn't surprising. Deacon was a notorious madman and ambitious figure in the vampire world. Although he was an acquired vampire, he quickly rose to a high position, second only to the highest-ranking Thirteen Clans, which was practically a legend. For the lower-ranking vampires, he was a rich bowl of inspirational chicken soup, so nutritious that it could kill them.

But this ambitious Deacon chose John Thompson, this young good-for-nothing, or perhaps he regarded John as a pawn, or maybe he couldn't fully control the Thompson family and could only win over a few minor characters. It might be a mutually beneficial arrangement, or perhaps John and the others had defected unilaterally.

The internal struggles of the vampires were more intense than he had imagined.

John couldn't bear the pressure and wanted to take his men and leave quickly. Although he was from the Thompson family, he was just an insignificant figure within the family. He was also beginning to suspect that Deacon had deliberately thrown him out as a pawn. He wanted to live, not die.

"Kill all the other ordinary humans, not a single one can be spared!" John gritted his teeth. He had lost all face and wanted to kill to vent his anger, but also to keep the secret.

The smart ones had already fled when they saw that things were not going well. The ordinary people who remained were watching the excitement, but they had also heard incredible things, such as the keyword "vampire."

Many were confused. Their level of contact was not enough to deeply understand the reality of this world. Much information was strictly blocked by relevant agencies and organizations to avoid panic.

But there was one sentence they understood: these guys wanted to kill them to silence them.

"Where did this brat come from, so arrogant! I was still in the underworld when I was your age!" These people were instantly angered and prepared to grab their weapons.

Most of the people who remained had a background in the underworld, and few who came here were clean. Usually, they would roll up their sleeves and fight, not talk so much.

But now their scalps were tingling. No matter how fiercely they shouted, it couldn't hide the fact that these strange guys could confront the Mechanic. Could they really do it?

"Mechanic, please help us! We will repay you!"

The strong man who had been injured was not dead. He lay on the ground, clutching his wound and howling in pain, asking Donnie for help, hoping Donnie would lend them a hand.