Chapter 001

Anthony took his suit and gloves from the coat rack beside the door. He glanced towards the window, where a full suit of medieval armor was displayed, complete with a fully enclosed helmet. If he could seize the helmet, he would be protected all over and would not have to fear the harm of sunlight, allowing him to escape unexpectedly through the window—thirty-three floors, which would be a dead end for an ordinary person, but would not pose a fatal threat to a vampire.

Anthony shouted fiercely, "Go to hell!" With a wave of his hand, he hurled a person weighing around sixty to seventy kilograms towards Nie Rang. Nie Rang quickly retreated, and Anthony followed closely behind that person, suddenly darting out to claw at Nie Rang. Nie Rang extended his left hand to grasp Anthony's claw and forcefully flipped it, causing Anthony to scream in agony as his claw was broken.

Anthony gave a bitter smile: "It seems that there is truly nothing that can be hidden from the all-seeing Camarilla!" He looked at the Predator and said, "Yes, since the Camarilla already knows, what does it matter whether I plead guilty or not?" The Predator shook his head and replied, "The Chief Justice is impartial; if you plead guilty, it indicates your acknowledgment of this fact. The Camarilla's laws apply equally to all!"

Anthony felt a twinge of regret; one of his lovers had just given birth to a child for him. Yaweli was so enchanting, always able to provide the most comforting pleasures. Therefore, when she made this request, Anthony found it impossible to refuse, even though he knew that such actions were not permitted by Carmilla.

Anthony knew what the consequences would be once he was subdued by him, and a chill ran through his heart. In a moment of life and death, he unexpectedly unleashed an incredible strength and managed to break free! Nie Rang did not expect him to escape, and was momentarily stunned. Anthony quickly retreated; at this moment, his clothes were torn to shreds, his hair was a tangled mess, and his face was covered in blood, lacking any trace of his usual gentlemanly demeanor

"Well, fine, let him in." Catherine stepped out, and soon the door was pushed open, revealing a man of Asian descent. He was dressed in a gray-black wool coat, a silk black-trimmed shirt, simple black trousers, and a pair of patterned black leather shoes.

Even under the brilliant sunlight, the backs of skyscrapers cast shadows, and behind every person lies a dark silhouette; in this world, darkness exists just as eternally as light does, for without light, darkness holds no meaning

"Silence!" Nie Rang shouted angrily, and the glass on Anthony's desk shattered with a loud crash from the thunderous voice. "You have seriously violated the tenets of the Camarilla; such blatant defiance, repeated transgressions, are unforgivable!" The hem of Nie Rang's coat swayed slightly as black spider silk slowly crawled up the door behind him.

With a roar, Anthony charged forward, swinging the steel pipe. However, Nie did not evade this time. As Anthony swung the pipe, his old strength exhausted and new strength barely emerging, Nie suddenly stepped forward and struck the steel pipe with a punch, breaking it into two pieces with a loud "clang." The force of this punch caused Anthony to spit out several mouthfuls of blood. The more blood he lost, the weaker he became; he was now at the end of his strength.

The yellow-skinned compatriot gently shook his hand, and Anthony smiled, trying to make conversation: "Catherine has met quite a few handsome men, and the other vampires she has encountered as well. For her to come up and report to you like this, your charm is truly remarkable." The charm of vampires is proportional to their own power; the stronger the power, the more irresistible the charm towards the opposite sex.

Like humans, carnivores are often stronger than vegetarians due to the structural factors of food. Similarly, among the bloodline, carnivores possess powers far exceeding those of ordinary vampires. They are the chosen ones of the Dark Lord, granted the right to consume flesh in the name of darkness, while also receiving immense power to enforce the decrees of the dark world and maintain the order of the dark realm. They are the violent instruments of the Camarilla. They are the chosen ones of the Dark Lord, granted the right to consume flesh in the name of darkness, while also receiving immense power to enforce the decrees of the dark world and maintain the order of the dark realm. They are the violent instruments of the Camarilla

With the powerful regenerative abilities of the blood clan, Anthony instantly recovered. With a furious roar, he grabbed a nearby water pipe and, with a forceful twist, broke the steel pipe in half, causing tap water to spray out with a loud "whoosh"

However, the affairs of the world often do not align with people's imaginations, whether in a bright world or a dark one. A fellow of Asian descent slowly approached him, his words as slow as his steps, speaking in a somewhat unrefined English: "I am not here for an audience, my name is Nie Rang Lian Gang"

Anthony's teeth were about to sink into one person's neck when a voice rang out: "The blood clan never wastes food; you are about to be executed and no longer need them!" Anthony turned around to find Nie, clad in a gray-black wool coat, silently standing behind him.

Prince Anthony, you have violated the third sub-clause of the third rule of the Camarilla's six major precepts: "Progeny" - you are forbidden to procreate with humans. Do you plead guilty

A knock sounded at the door, and the only person capable of knocking on this door was his beautiful secretary, Catherine. Sure enough, the door opened, and Catherine's golden hair fell in as she said, "Boss, there is a gentleman who insists on seeing you." Anthony felt puzzled; as the president of such a multinational company, he was extremely busy and generally did not meet with visitors without an appointment. Catherine, as his secretary, was well aware of this, yet she had come in to report this time, which left Anthony somewhat perplexed

Nie Rang would no longer wait for him to recover this time, as the speed of the blood clan was once again on display. The player seemed to appear out of thin air in front of Anthony. Such speed could only be possessed by a predator. Even as a member of the blood clan, Anthony had never witnessed anything like it. In shock, he desperately retreated, but Nie Rang's hand had already pressed down on his shoulder

Anthony retreated in a disheveled manner, cradling his already broken hand with the other, loudly cursing. However, Nie Rang did not rush to attack. After a while, Anthony took a moment to recover, and his injured paw gradually healed.

Anthony stood in his office on the thirty-third floor of the building, gazing at the multitude of people below through the large, bright floor-to-ceiling glass window. This was a dark green glass window, and the bright sunlight was blocked outside, leaving the entire office in a dim light

The people on the ground, in his eyes, are all food; they are vegetables like cabbage and radishes, tomatoes and potatoes, but not beef or pork; they are all vegetarians. Anthony, who appears to be well-mannered and graceful, just past the age of knowing destiny, is, however, a blood clan member, a creature that feeds on blood.

The yellow-skinned compatriot before Anthony made him nervous. He thought to himself: Could it be such a coincidence? Just as I was thinking about the predators, one appears? There are only three predators in the Camarilla, and it is said that the most powerful among them is the yellow-skinned vampire

This "binding" is not merely a simple magic; it is cast effortlessly and without trace by a predator. Through this magic, Anthony truly witnessed the power of the predator. However, for the sake of Yaweli and their child, he must take a bold risk. If he dies, neither the child nor Yaweli will be spared.

Anthony tensed up; it was rare to encounter someone of Asian descent. He couldn't quite explain why, but he immediately recognized the bloodline of this Asian individual before him—just like thieves recognizing each other upon meeting, a single glance was enough to know they were kin. The same applied to bloodlines.

Anthony inadvertently moved towards the door: "The edicts! The Camarilla's edicts apply to people like us. I manage a large corporation that earns hundreds of millions of dollars for the Camarilla every year. Without us, could people like you, along with those elders and the judges you speak of, afford to dress elegantly and attend high-class events? The Camarilla's edicts apply to people like us. I manage a large corporation that earns hundreds of millions of dollars for the Camarilla every year. Without us, could people like you, along with those elders and the judges you speak of, afford to dress elegantly and attend high-class events? We have made such significant contributions to the Camarilla; why are we not even granted such rights?" Anthony grew increasingly agitated. wwwhetushu.com: "We are different from those elders; we do business with humans, earning their money. We have integrated into human society, and we have already been influenced by them. We hope to have our own next generation. Why does this unreasonable and harsh edict still exist? Can't it be changed? The Camarilla has become too outdated—from its edicts to its institutions, and even to the vampires within those institutions! Can't it be changed? The Camarilla has become too outdated—from its edicts to its institutions, and even to the vampires within those institutions!"

Anthony hoped for a positive response. The blood clan has clear protocols regarding guests; when a traveling member of the blood clan arrives in another's territory, they must pay a visit to the local prince to show respect for that territory. Anthony anticipated that this yellow-skinned compatriot was, as he imagined, coming to pay his respects to him, and he awaited the other party to announce his identity.

However, he harbored a sense of luck; his confidentiality efforts were commendable, and no one knew he had such a mistress. Today would not be ... ... Anthony dared not think further.

Anthony looked at the carnivore Nie Rang with some disdain: "Is that so? Well, even if it is. But I am only four hundred years old; I am not like those who are already old and as withered as corpses, doubting even their own emotions! I understand, I do have feelings! I love Yaweli, and what is wrong with having children with someone I love? By the way, what about you? You are one of their followers; do you think you have love?" In response to Anthony's questioning, Nie Rang merely replied calmly: "Please do not question the elders of the Council; by doing so, you are violating the first clause of the sixth commandment, 'Killing Kin': you must not disrespect your elders—that is a capital offense!"

Bang! Anthony crashed heavily onto the roof of a three-story building. The immense impact caused him to smash through the roof and the table inside the house, leaving a distinct mark on the floor.

Anthony shuddered: Just! This is the title bestowed upon predators by the Camarilla, and only three predators are qualified to add this suffix to their names

The sudden turn of events left the two white-collar workers in the room at a loss. Anthony coughed a few times, spitting out a mouthful of purple blood, then raised his head and flashed a smile at the two young professionals, his white teeth stained with blood in between. The two white-collar workers shuddered all over, and Anthony slowly said, "Just the right number of supplements..."

Anthony abandoned his attempt to break through the door, for the effect of "Web Binding" would mean that even if he managed to break free from this magical restraint, his speed would inevitably be greatly reduced, making it impossible to escape the predator's strike

Anthony put on his coat and donned his black leather gloves. Suddenly, he dashed towards the door. The blood clan might be the fastest creature in this regard. In a flash, Anthony reached the doorway, and at almost the same moment, Nie Yang followed closely, leaving behind a trail of afterimages!

Or perhaps this is just a passing vampire, here for a routine audience, after all, he is the prince of this city. As Anthony reassured himself, he extended his hand towards his yellow-skinned compatriot: "Hello, I am Prince Anthony"

Ordinary vampires are all vegetarians; they are devout followers of the darkness. Although they consume blood, in their eyes, this food is considered vegetarian. Where there are vegetarians, there are also carnivores, and carnivores have their own specialized food

Nie Reng slowly approached, while Anthony kept retreating. Suddenly, Nie Reng laughed: "If you retreat any further, you will find yourself in the sunlight!" Unaware, Anthony took another step back and was suddenly struck by a sharp pain in his back, followed by a wisp of smoke rising up, leaving a charred mark on his back. When he turned around, he saw a beam of sunlight streaming in through the window!

Anthony feigned an attack, his hand did not press against the "web" on the door; instead, he slammed his elbow against the wall beside the door, using the recoil to retreat to the window at a speed faster than when he arrived. Nie was taken aback, and amidst the sound of shattering glass behind him, Anthony let out a long laugh! A rain of glass fell from the thirty-third floor of the building, shimmering in the bright sunlight.