Truth be told, Chloe was somewhat jealous.
In her impression, Anderson had just been her little shadow guard, but today a whole new world suddenly opened up.
Oh, so he wasn't just a shadow guard, he had been developing his own business too.
But it didn't matter.
Chloe thought this was quite normal, as she had never intended to keep Anderson by her side forever anyway.
The two of them were more like friends and partners who had been through life and death together, rather than superiors and subordinates.
If one day Anderson wanted to leave her and establish himself independently, as long as it didn't conflict with Chloe's own interests, she wouldn't object.
After all, what era was this? Still clinging to the notion of devoted death-sworn followers was just outdated and pedantic.
That kind of thing was probably only something that old stubborn Xavier would do.
Xavier, who was leading the way at the front of the convoy, suddenly sneezed.
"So the Mosby Trading Association is yours, and they all listen to you closely. Is that why they let us through when they saw you?" Chloe asked.
Hearing these successive questions, Anderson's eyes flickered, and he finally lowered his head and softly said yes.
Chloe's expression turned a bit strange: "Then your people, they really aren't afraid of the Vampire Royal Family at all?"
"It's not that they're not afraid," Anderson looked at her seriously and said, "They just don't care about their lives."
Hearing this, Chloe slowly formed a question mark: "...Huh?"
Not caring about their lives? What kind of people did Anderson have under him? This was too strange.
Perhaps noticing Chloe's confused gaze, Anderson went on to explain:
"The people I've recruited into the Mosby Trading Association are all abandoned orphans, or former executioners who used to live by the blade in the black zones."
"They joined the association to make money. Under my deterrence, they don't dare to make any small moves. Even if they offend some big shots, they know to hide and let me deal with it."
"What's more, if some get tired of living, they'll actively throw themselves onto the blades of powerful figures like your father, ending their own lives on purpose."
The more he said, the stranger Chloe found the people in their association:
"Are they all mentally ill?"
Anderson smiled: "Maybe."
After all, even he, the behind-the-scenes boss of the Mosby Trading Association, wasn't necessarily all that normal.
From top to bottom, they all had a somewhat neurotic appearance.
However, Chloe was still trying to comfort him: "It's okay, at least you're a normal person. Being able to manage so many people is already very impressive."
Anderson stared at Chloe for a good while before chuckling softly and saying, "Mm, yes."
When Qin Huaibei and the others got back on the carriage, they saw Chloe and Anderson sitting peacefully.
Daniel unconsciously rubbed his hands together, licked his lips, and exchanged glances with the two beside him, clearly itching with curiosity.
Under the silent urging of the other two, Daniel plucked up his courage and leaned in:
"What were you two talking about earlier? So secretive, and even pledging loyalty. Are you two..."
Before he could finish, Anderson turned his head, his emerald eyes fixed on him with an icy, bone-chilling stare.
Daniel's words stopped abruptly.
When he didn't continue after a while, Chloe looked up in surprise:
"What's wrong? What were you going to say?"
Daniel looked at her, then at Anderson, and finally, steeling his nerves, he darted behind Chloe:
"Young Miss, look at him!"
Daniel pointed at Anderson, his "look at him" coming out all twisted and contorted, the last syllable almost curling into a pretzel and flying to the sky, sounding utterly coquettish.
Chloe's skin crawled with goosebumps, and she pushed Daniel away with a look of disgust: "Are you alright?"
"Get lost!"
Pushed away, Daniel was quite dissatisfied and said in a sarcastic tone:
"Oh my, you're disgusted when I act coy, but what about your dear Anderson?"
Chloe glanced at him: "As you said, he's mine. How can you compare yourself to Anderson?"
This angered Daniel even more.
He pouted and sat back down beside Qin Huaibei, then grabbed the deck of cards and slapped them across Qin Huaibei's face in frustration.
Qin Huaibei: "..."
"Would it kill you to calm down for a moment?"
The carriage seemed to be divided by an invisible line.
On Anderson and Chloe's side, all was peaceful and quiet.
On Qin Huaibei and Daniel's side, it was a chaotic mess of friendly bickering.
Katherine sat in place for a while before finally deciding to seek refuge in Chloe's embrace.
The commotion from the two fighting was so great that the carriage started to shake.
The soldiers outside noticed and hesitated, wondering if they should go in to check.
But before they could move, another soldier stopped them:
"It's fine. Before getting on, the Young Miss said that the werewolf kid is quite volatile and prone to wrecking things, so the noise might get loud. We don't need to interfere, just make sure the carriage doesn't tip over."
Hearing this, the other soldier paused, then nodded: "Alright."
If the Young Miss had said so, then it should be fine.
...
Qin Huaibei and Daniel fought all the way until they reached the border of the Werewolf Race territory, only then did they barely stop.
It took Chloe giving each of them a kick, leaving deep black shoe prints on their backs, for them to finally quiet down.
Chloe stared at their bruised and swollen faces for a good while before bursting into laughter without mercy.
She lifted the carriage curtain to look outside and caught sight of what seemed to be many people opposite Xavier.
Remembering the nature of the Werewolf Race, Chloe felt a bit worried and immediately jumped down from the carriage.
Before leaving, she didn't forget to remind Daniel and the others:
"You guys look a bit ugly right now, so just stay in the carriage for now. No need to let them laugh at you."
Daniel and Qin Huaibei scowled, cursing each other:
"It's all your fault!"
Chloe chuckled helplessly and headed straight towards Xavier.
At this time, Xavier was facing off against the leader of the Werewolf Race.
After not seeing each other for so long, the Werewolf Race leader looked even more robust and cunning than before.
Xavier said softly, "Long time no see, Benny."
Benny was the name of the Werewolf Race leader.
He curled his thin lips into a meaningful smile:
"It has been a long time. Why are you still putting on this pretentious act? It's truly nauseating."
As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding vampire soldiers immediately raised their weapons in anger:
"How dare you!"
Benny's eye twitched: "I've known your Ancestor for so many years now, it's just a joke. Why such a big reaction?"
Bullshit, everyone knew they had a bad relationship. What joke? He was clearly taking the opportunity to insult them!
Just as they were organizing their thoughts to give him a good scolding, a clear voice suddenly came from behind:
"Joke, joke, joking with your father! I see you're no better yourself, you mangy tortoise. Looking like some street thug, how can you call yourself the leader of a race?"
This familiar clear voice with a hint of annoyance made everyone's eyes light up—
The Young Miss had arrived!
