"Keep an eye on the Dark Council’s movements recently."
"Also, compile and send me a summary of your information and the details of your forces. I will need to review it later."
Bai Yan was instructing Domit.
It was an unexpected pleasure to become the crownless king of the underground forces of Mo City; if Domit could be used properly, Bai Yan would undoubtedly be able to build his own new force on the foundation of Domit’s existing power.
Power, wealth, strength.
These three elements are interrelated, and Bai Yan needed them all.
After reiterating a few other matters, Bai Yan got up, ready to take Jinx back with him.
He had thought that there would be a tough battle tonight but didn’t expect things to be resolved so smoothly.
Life is indeed full of wonders!
"Master, please take your time."
Domit followed behind Bai Yan respectfully, wanting to see his master out, only to find that the office door was locked from the outside.
"Damn it, open the door!"
Domit bellowed angrily at the people outside.
The subordinates outside hurriedly opened the door.
A man in a suit, along with gunmen, walked in, very respectful and smiling, "Dear Domit sir, I’ll send someone to take care of this yellow-skinned monkey’s corpse right away..."
However, he stopped abruptly.
Because he saw Bai Yan standing in front of him, who was looking him up and down with great interest.
What’s going on here?
Didn’t Lord Domit kill him?
Usually, humans taken to Domit’s office alone end up as the lord’s food!
The man in the suit looked stunned; he couldn’t understand what was happening. He was just a Baron under Domit, and his strength wasn’t even on par with Jinx.
"Mr. Bai, have a safe journey. Oh, right, do you need me to send someone to escort you back?"
Domit glared at the man in the suit and then spoke to Bai Yan with a respectful expression. If one were to observe carefully, they would notice Domit’s body leaning slightly forward, as if bowing, showing extreme subservience and respect.
Why is Domit so respectful to him, what sort of Magic did this yellow-skinned monkey cast on Lord Domit!
The expression on the man in the suit was incredibly shocked, and the gunmen in black were also confused.
This was "Blood Hand" Domit!
The crownless king of Mo City’s underground forces was showing respect to this man; the identity of this Hua Xia man was terrifyingly evident!
Bai Yan suddenly let out a light sound of doubt, turning his head to look closely at the man in the suit.
"What are you looking at!"
The man in the suit quickly said.
"No wonder I thought you looked familiar."
Bai Yan said playfully as he looked at the man in the suit, "We’ve met before, haven’t we? At the Radisson Flagpole Garden Hotel?"
No wonder this man in the suit had been sarcastic and condescending from the start, apart from being the person Domit was looking for, he and Bai Yan had some previous friction.
He was the Vampire who tried to pick up An Xiaowan at the Radisson Flagpole Garden Hotel!
"What are you talking about? I don’t understand!"
The expression of the man in the suit stiffened, and he quickly denied.
He was not foolish, even the "Blood Hand" Domit showed such respect to this Hua Xia man, so what was he, a mere Bloodline Baron?
Bai Yan laughed and strode away with Jinx, coldly dropping a sentence: "Domit, I don’t guy, deal with him as you see fit."
"Of course, Mr. Bai, I will handle it well."
Domit respectfully responded.
Bai Yan was a man who held grudges.
The past me, you looked down upon?
The current me, you can’t reach!
Not to mention, this guy had previously intended harm towards An Xiaowan, so naturally, Bai Yan would not have a good impression of him.
Leaving him to Domit’s disposal was already the greatest mercy Bai Yan could offer.
Bai Yan quickly left the bar.
Watching Bai Yan’s departing figure, the Caucasian man in the suit turned stark white. He hurriedly turned his head, attempting to explain to Domit: "Lord Domit, I..."
Domit coldly glanced at him and waved his hand.
Several men dressed in tailcoats emerged from behind the gunmen, positioning themselves behind the Caucasian man in the suit, forcing him to the ground.
The Caucasian man’s complexion grew even paler; he knelt on the ground, cold sweat continuously sliding down his forehead, fear filling his heart.
He knew what these tailcoat-wearing men did; all of them were Vampires, Domit’s strongest force in the dark, each one formidable in combat, far stronger than him!
"Lord Domit! You can’t do this to me! I’ve been loyal to you for eleven years, how can you kill me just because of a stranger’s words? Who is he, after all!"
The Caucasian man yelled desperately, terror rolling inside him, utterly frightened.
If Bai Yan were here, he would certainly remark that even Vampires, naturally long-lived, can fear death.
"A stranger? You’re not worthy of knowing who he is!"
Domit sneered, turning around and instructed the gunmen in a deep voice: "Remember, all of you, in any situation and at any place, if you encounter Mr. Bai, be respectful, accommodate all his demands, and immediately notify me, understand?"
The gunmen responded in unison, each one’s demeanor was fierce and robust, not the least bit inferior to a regular army.
The tailcoat-wearing Vampires nodded too but were simultaneously filled with immense curiosity about Bai Yan’s identity, all speculating wildly in their hearts.
Who exactly is this Mr. Bai? What background does he have?
Domit stooped down, coldly glancing at the Caucasian man with a disgusted wave, as if expelling trash: "Did you think I was unaware of the schemes you’ve been hiding from me all these years? I was willing to turn a blind eye, considering the years you’ve worked for me."
"Unfortunately, Mr. Bai says he dislikes you. Thus, you have no reason to live."
Domit ordered indifferently: "Dump him into the Holy Water pool, then hand the body over to the Demon Hunters in Mo City in exchange for some resources. Consider it recycling waste."
The tailcoat Vampires nodded and dragged the Caucasian man, who had slumped into despair, away.
To die immersed in Holy Water and then have his corpse dissected by Demon Hunters!
Such a punishment was utterly tragic!
Only at this moment did the Caucasian man’s heart surge with profound regret.
In this world, there are many things one simply does not know what turn they’ll take the next second, and many people you cannot afford to offend.
Why did I provoke that Hua Xia man?
Overwhelming regret, like ants, viciously consumed the Caucasian man’s heart, despair suffocating, but no one could save him.
Killing a subordinate was a trivial matter for Domit.
Would "Blood Hand" Domit feel guilt over killing a subordinate?
Domit returned to his office; since he had become Bai Yan’s slave, it meant he had many matters to attend to promptly.
"How to divert the Dark Council’s inspection team’s attention?"
Domit sat on the sofa, murmuring to himself.
He needed to secure enough time for his master, to ensure the master could safely get through this period and successfully return home.