"Hey, why don't you go play with them?"
Qu Yan emerged from somewhere, approaching Chloe and asking.
"Who would play with me?" Chloe pursed her lips, looking around. "They've all gone to negotiate with the old man."
Especially Qin Huaibei, who was almost being fought over by the leaders of several human military regions.
He was so busy that he was dizzy, with no time to fool around with Chloe.
Hearing this, Qu Yan glanced to the side, finding that it was indeed the case.
She casually asked, "Well, what about you? Aren't you the rightful first place winner of the Joint Military Academy Competition? Why hasn't any military region approached you?"
Chloe puffed out her chest. "Nonsense, this lady won't go work for a military region. I'm the one who bosses the military regions around to work for me."
Qu Yan: "......"
She almost forgot this girl was second-generation royalty.
Tactfully, she changed the subject. "Then what about your little follower?"
Chloe had a lollipop in her mouth, she looked at Qu Yan when she heard this. "What little follower?"
"You know..." Qu Yan recalled, "Anderson."
"He should be around me..." Chloe's words trailed off suddenly. "Oh yeah, where is he?"
......
In the brilliantly lit banquet hall, there were still some corners that the light didn't reach.
Here it was dim and secluded, those glamorous people would never spare a glance at this place.
Anderson used a pristine silk handkerchief to wipe the glass in his hand, looking up and asking:
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
The one standing opposite him was the vampire military region commander named Benson.
"Francis is old and fading," Benson recounted the situation of their family, then continued, "And his child, he's pretty much ruined. His muscles and meridians were torn apart, his limbs were severed. He must have suffered inhumane torture, leaving his mind severely damaged."
Saying this, Benson sneered. "Not to mention wielding a weapon, I reckon he can't even stand up."
Anderson slightly curled the corners of his mouth.
The glass in his hand reflected a brilliant glimmer in the faint light, perfectly mirroring in those deep emerald pupils.
"Not bad."
His voice was faint, not sounding like a young pup.
But Benson was long used to it. He raised his head and looked seriously at Anderson:
"Was it you who did it?"
Anderson stopped wiping the glass, a hint of a smile in his eyes. He opened his mouth, as if admitting or mocking:
"What do you think?"
"I'm guessing it was you." Benson laughed heartily. "You little rascal, you're getting more and more ruthless."
Anderson neither confirmed nor denied it.
After laughing, Benson became serious again. "Francis may not be a good man, but his family's power is at its zenith. If you want to make a move against them, you'd better be careful."
Hearing this, Anderson raised an eyebrow in pure puzzlement:
"Why don't we just kill them all?"
As he spoke, he placed the glass on the table.
"Clink" - the sound unintentionally struck a nerve in both of them.
Benson laughed, calling him a madman.
Anderson lowered his eyes.
Not a madman, a mad dog.
He chuckled, folding the handkerchief neatly and putting it in his pocket:
"Thank you."
With that, he turned to leave.
Benson raised a glass of crystal clear liquor towards his back:
"No, thank you."
The deadly assassins trained by the vampire royal family were extremely ferocious. Whenever they were dispatched on missions, it was a matter of life and death.
Many years ago, the assassin training program was assigned to the military regions, where they served as cannon fodder on the frontlines.
Unfortunately, the vampire military region was not peaceful that year, and conflict broke out with the werewolf race on the border, causing a major disturbance. Benson, as the commander, was assigned to the front lines to boost morale.
But under the artillery fire, how could anyone be spared? The cannon fodder soldiers were the first to die.
Benson was at the forefront, almost killed by a sudden werewolf ambush.
At the last critical moment, he was tackled to the ground by a young pup, barely saving his life.
To this day, Benson still remembered those cold, deep emerald eyes.
A great talent, to be sure.
Just lacking ambition, always calling Chloe "little lady" this and that. Even taking down the Francis family was just for the little lady.
Tsk, a dog that bites doesn't bark.
He leisurely poured the liquor into his mouth.
Bitter, he didn't know why those people liked drinking it so much.
......
As far as she could recall, Anderson had told her he was going outside for some fresh air.
What wind needed this long to blow?
And now her little buddies were being fought over by those military region people, snatched back and forth.
Chloe's gaze occasionally passed through the crowd towards them, and she would see these guys all wearing polite smiles.
Even Daniel still had bruises from when Chloe had beaten him up.
Chloe said seriously to Qu Yan, "They don't look like this when they're playing with me."
Qu Yan nodded just as seriously, "I know, anyone who hangs out with you can't be good."
When these words came out, Chloe felt a little wronged.
How could she say that about her?
She was clearly the one who made everyone more lively.
Those being snatched back and forth by the military regions now, Qin Huaibei, Daniel, and Katherine, were actually just putting on a pretentious front to cater to the higher-ups.
Chloe took a bite of dessert, thinking indignantly.
As they spoke, there was a slight commotion behind them.
Immediately after, a glass of refreshingly fragrant apple juice was handed over:
"Little lady."
Chloe turned her pupils, her gaze falling on the person behind her.
She took the glass, clicking her tongue:
"So you know to come back."
While lightly reprimanding him, Chloe unhesitatingly sipped the apple juice.
The taste was not bad. The No.1 Military Academy always had excellent food, and for this school anniversary banquet, the cafeteria took even more care.
A glimmer of laughter flashed in Anderson's eyes, as if he didn't see Qu Yan beside them, his gaze focused solely on Chloe:
"The banquet hall was too stuffy, so I stayed on the balcony for a while."
Seeing Chloe tapping her fingertips on the glass, Anderson understood, speaking softly:
"I've wiped it many times, little lady, rest assured."
Chloe looked at the corner of the silk handkerchief peeking out from Anderson's chest pocket, lazily saying, "I know."
He wouldn't dare give her a drink in an unwiped glass.
Qu Yan looked at Anderson, then at Chloe, temporarily at a loss for what to say.
Vampires often break rules, but when it comes to loyalty, they are second to none.
She casually made an excuse and left.
Not long after, Daniel finally escaped from the Werewolf Race's army zone leaders, holding his stomach as he walked over to Chloe.
He glanced at the people behind him and sneered:
"How pathetic Qin Huaibei is, still being surrounded in the middle and treated like a ball."
Chloe gave him a withering look:
"You shouldn't say that. Qin Huaibei needs the support of the army zones, this is his opportunity."
Daniel scoffed: "Those who truly have strength wouldn't crave the support of the army zones, like me. I'll definitely become the leader of the Werewolf Race one day."
He looked at Chloe: "And you too."
Chloe smiled: "Then I wish you success."
