Capítulo 1804: Chapter 1793: A VVIP Pays a Visit
Besides the initial panic of encountering a ghost, in the days that followed, Bick, this coarse fellow with nerves of steel, actually started getting along more naturally with Mary.
“You are definitely not human.”
Mary complained discontentedly.
After shaking off that sense of loneliness from being alone, Mary gradually returned to her girlish nature.
“Such an idiot.”
Mary shook her head silently. She knew very well that among the entire floor of the Emperor’s Pavilion, besides Bieke, a mortal, everyone else, including herself, belonged to the Alien Clan.
“Mary, do you think they know you aren’t human?”
Mary emphasized again, “I’m a ghost.”
“Sorry, that was a slip of the tongue.”
Bick scratched his head awkwardly, then asked puzzledly, “Why did this woman co here? Looking for fun?”
Bick had only heard of this top-notch bar by na and had never actually been inside.
“Who knows.”
Mary was perplexed as well since she originally planned to chat with Liz but was suddenly summoned by Audrey.
Similar to Bick’s feeling, Mary also instinctively feared Audrey, revering the Duke Level power.
Bick sighed, “I wonder where the boss is?”
That day, after receiving Ning Fan’s call, Bick, buzzing with excitent, did a series of wheel-spinning maneuvers.
Luckily, the rented car proved performant after modifications; otherwise, the wheels would’ve flown off.
But that call was actually a farewell call.
“Mary, you haven’t said where the boss went that day?”
Then Bick suspiciously said, “He wouldn’t have been kidnapped by you ghosts.”
“What are you thinking!”
Mary smacked him with her right hand, striking Bick’s back of the head.
“You’ll know when Ning Fan cos back.”
Sotis, Mary considered telling Bick the truth, but after thinking it over, she decided against it.
Bick was too much of a blabbermouth; if he found out about the vampires, that would be trouble.
The day after discovering Mary’s identity, Bick boasted to his old colleagues about ghosts.
Thankfully, the Blood Clan followed him secretly and reported back, allowing Mary to beat so sense into Bick overnight so he wouldn’t spread the word.
Audrey, alone entering the bar, her icy elegance and stylish deanor attracted countless n.
Just as so n approached with drinks to strike up a conversation, a group of n in black sward over, forming a human wall around Audrey.
Then, from the wall stepped forth a burly, bald man in a tailored suit.
Seeing this man, countless guests internally gasped, “Jas!”
Jas was the owner of this bar and also the most charismatic gang leader on Fifth Avenue.
To maintain a foothold on Fifth Avenue amidst the elite shows Jas’ strength.
On seeing Jas, as if a subordinate, positioned behind Audrey, lowering his proud head.
The patrons who had been crowding around Audrey dispersed.
A woman treated with such respect by Jas was certainly not soone they could approach.
“May I ask who you are…”
The typically flamboyant Jas, now humble as a grandson,
On the night when the Blood Clan invited gangs from across Arica to a summit.
The poor soul used as an example, who died on the Contract Scroll, was the old rival competing with Jas for control over Fifth Avenue’s underground.
Less than half an hour after the rival’s death, Jas thoroughly cleansed stubborn loyalists within his rival’s gang, sparing neither wives nor lovers.
Witnessing the Blood Clan’s supernatural power and their cold-blooded massacre akin to mowing the lawn, along with a precise intelligence system.
Benefitting greatly, Jas submitted readily to the Blood Clan, paying the assessnt fee at once.
To Jas, the Blood Clan seed divine, yet unfortunately, he couldn’t get close to them.
Ever since paying, the Blood Clan hadn’t contacted him again.
Jas owned a satellite phone, given by the Blood Clan as a contact device.
He could use it to ask for help or gather information from the Blood Clan.
But filled with anxiety and reverence, Jas dared not dial it.
This phone, treated like a treasure, was always on him, waiting for it to ring one day, heralding a Blood Clan summon.
A few days ago, the phone finally rang, and then Jas personally led his n, ard with the photo from the phone, searching everywhere.
Eager to make a contribution, Jas returned disappointed.
Half an hour before, Jas’ phone rang again. Nervously, he thought it might be a Blood Clan punishnt.
Unexpectedly, the call just said a big figure was coming here, urging cautious reception.
If this big figure were even slightly dissatisfied, he’d be ready to wash his neck.
Jas wasn’t shocked by the threat; he focused entirely on those three words—”big figure.”
To Jas, the Blood Clan’s Viscount liaison was already an unimaginable big figure.
Now that even the Viscount must exercise caution, one can imagine the high status of the coming figure.
“Could it be the legendary Earl!”
Astonished, Jas hurried to the bar with his trusted subordinates, keeping vigil at the entrance.
Then he saw the big figure described by the Viscount liaison, a beautiful woman wearing a bat emblem brooch on her chest.
“You don’t need to know who I am.”
Audrey, walking in front, without looking back, asked, “Fourteen or fifteen minutes ago, two n ca here, which private room are they in now?”
Recalling what Andrew said, after entering the bar, Audrey didn’t use magic sensing.
In the Blood Clan’s files, Ning Fan was extrely sensitive to aura fluctuations.
Releasing magic power for detection without reason, if unnoticed it’s fine, but if detected, it equates to provocation.
Already troubled by Ning Fan and Alice’s issues, Audrey naturally acted with caution.
“What if he’s really a petty man. That would be bad.”
For most other n, regardless of who’s right or wrong, with Audrey’s domineering approach, she’d probably grab them and make them kowtow in front of Alice.
But Ning Fan was different; for this man whom even the Clan Leader repeatedly instructed about hand gestures like Angel Wings, Audrey harbored intense curiosity mixed with inexplicable dread.
A mortal actually able to clip the wings of divine spirits; such a feat was beyond her thousand-year-old imagination.
However, upon learning that Ning Fan secretly called Bick,
Audrey’s impression of this man included a touch of contempt.
A grown man, bickering over trifles with a young girl; she couldn’t stand it.
“Seems like over recent tis, his anger dissipated a bit; otherwise, he might really have left without a word.”
If Ning Fan had made that call earlier, Audrey might honestly believe he had urgent matters to attend to.
But delaying for several days proved that Ning Fan had been dwelling on Alice and Adams’ matter all along.
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