Chapter 19 Chapter Nineteen

John kept his head down, trying to concentrate.The locker room was filled with steam, conversation, and the sound of wet towels slapping bare bottoms.The students took off their sweaty exercise clothes one after another, took a shower one by one, and waited for the lunch to go back to the classroom to receive the lessons. John was reluctant to be naked, even though everyone else was about his size.His worries were due to a nightmare he had had in high school when he was sixteen, a nightmare he hadn't gotten rid of until he left school. He estimated that it was still midnight, and felt that it was almost four o'clock in the morning... Even if it was the day after tomorrow, he believed that the training had exhausted him.None of them were particularly strong, but each of them could keep up with the progress of Ferry and Tormont's later training.Hell, there were a few people who were still moving well, but John was a mess.He walks slowly, puts his hands in the wrong place at the wrong time, and has no physical coordination at all.God, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find his balance.His body was like a bag floating in water, moving in one direction and the rest would float up without cooperation.

"You'd better hurry," Blaylock reminded him. "We've only got a little over eight minutes." John glanced at the shower room, the shower head was still on, but there was no one in it.He quickly took off his clothes and waist guard, and walked quickly to... Damn, Rush was standing in the corner like he was waiting for him. "Hey, big guy," he said smugly, "you really opened our eyes..." Rush stopped abruptly and stared at John's chest. "You little bastard." He suddenly gritted his teeth and cursed, and rushed out of the shower room.

John looked at the circular mark on his left chest, which he was born with... Tormont had told him that it was the mark that members of the Brotherhood of the Black Sword received when they joined. Great, now he can add this birthmark to his list of things he doesn't want his classmates to talk about. By the time he emerged from the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist, everyone, including Blaylock, stood together.They seemed to form a tight and silent group, staring at him.He couldn't help wondering in his heart, do vampires also like group activities like wolves or dogs?

Everyone looked at him, making him sigh inwardly, er, well, this turned out to be a huge recognition. John lowered his head and walked to the locker, impatiently waiting for today to pass. About three o'clock in the morning, Ferry walked briskly down Tenth Avenue to the Zero Sums club.Butch waited outside the transparent revolving door of the club, sitting lazily despite the severe cold.He looked good in a full-length cashmere coat and a low-down Red Sox cap. "How?" Butch asked after the two clapped their hands together. "There's not even a secondary person here tonight, and everyone hasn't even seen anyone. Hey, buddy, thank you for being with me, I just need to find someone."

"You're welcome." Butch pushed the Red Sox cap down even lower.Like several members of the fraternity, he kept a low profile.He'd put a bunch of drug dealers behind bars when he was a homicide detective, so he'd better not look too big in a place like this. The techno music in the club was a little annoying, as was the flickering lights and all the human presence, but Ferry had reasons why he had to come.And Butch wasn't, and in a way, he was just kindly helping. "This place is so fucking rare," Butch said, glancing at a guy in a pink slack suit with a face to match, "Especially in this day and age, where every day And serve this home-brewed beer."

They walked towards the VIP area, and the bodyguard immediately pulled down the safety rope to let them pass. Ferry nodded to the bodyguard, looked at Butch and said, "I won't last long." "You know where to find me." Butch walked to their usual table, and Ferry went to a door guarded by two burly men at the back of the VIP area, which was Ravander's private office. "I'll tell him you're here," said the bodyguard on the left. Within seconds, Ferry was let in.The office was furnished more like a cave, with dim lights cast from low ceilings.The vampire sat behind a desk that took up most of the space, and when he stood up the space seemed even more cramped.

Ravend was about two meters tall, with a towering moose cut just as well as that smart Italian suit.His face is both cold and wise, which fits perfectly with the dangerous career he has devoted himself to.Only the eyes did not match, the pupils were a deep purple, sparkling with light and unexpected charm. "You want it again so soon?" He asked, his voice low and stiffer than usual. Take the goods and leave, Ferry decided in his heart. He took out a roll of banknotes, and scattered three large thousand-yuan banknotes on the chrome table: "The amount should be twice as much as usual, and I'll cut it up."

Ravend smiled coldly, and said to the subordinate on the left: "Larry, give this man what he wants, and pack the cigarettes." A subordinate appeared from the shadows, and went into a corner of the room again. Inside a small door. After the two of them were left alone, Ravande walked unhurriedly from behind the table to the front, as if oil was flowing in his veins, his face full of desire to hide.Ferry reached under his coat and found the pistol. "Looks like we can't get you to fall in love with something a little stronger," Revender said. "These 'red smokes' are just for those who like a low-brow pastime."

"If you want anything else, I will naturally ask you." The vampire stood beside him, close together. "You have beautiful hair, you know? It's almost like a woman's hair, dyed in different colors." Revander's eerie voice carried a hypnotic message, and there was a hint of slyness in his purple eyes, "Speaking of women, I've heard that you never take advantage of my ladies' delivery. Is that true?" "Why do you care about this?" "I just want to confirm whether you need service or not. Customer satisfaction is very important." The man leaned closer, nodded slightly at Ferry's arm, and the gun was hidden under his clothes, "You have now Are you still holding a gun, are you afraid of me?"

"Just to make sure I can take care of you." "Oh, really?" "Well, if you want to taste what it's like to have a Glock down your throat." However, Ravend grinned, and the tip of his fangs glowed coldly: "You know, I heard a rumor...about a member of the Black Sword Brotherhood who maintains celibacy. Well, to be clear, that is a strict self-disciplined Warrior. I've heard other things about that man. He's missing a leg, has a twin brother, is a scar-faced, socially awkward freak. Couldn't be that coincidental, you're that frat fighter, right? "

Ferry shook his head straight: "It's not me." "Huh, interesting. I've seen you hang out with a guy with a certain Hollywood face. I've actually seen you hang out with a lot of big guys who fit the rumored description. Don't you want to say..." "Do me a favor and prepare the tobacco quickly. I'll wait outside." Ferry turned to leave. He was in a bad mood from the beginning, and he didn't find a way to vent his feelings in battle. At this moment, his heart was even more urgent.Because of Bella's refusal, my heart was bleeding.Now is not the time for conflict, he has almost crushed his last nerve. "Did you choose to be celibate because you like men?" Ferry turned around and asked, "What's the matter with you tonight? You were a trickster at best, but now you are a real jerk." "You know, maybe you just need to go to bed to vent. I don't touch men, but I believe I can help you find a caring..." This was the second time in twenty-four hours that Ferry had lost his temper. He rushed to the other side of the office, grabbed Ravande by the collar of his Gucci suit, and pinned him against the wall. Ferry pressed against his chest and said fiercely, "Why are you provoking me?" "Before going to bed, do you want to kiss me first?" Ravend was unmoved, and chuckled in a low voice, "I mean, considering that we only have business contacts, you can at least express it first. Or, You don't like foreplay?" "Fuck you." "Okay, back again. I was looking forward to seeing a little more interesting things from you." "Very well, what about this?" Ferry bit the other's mouth hard, and their heads collided heavily.This has nothing to do with sex, it's just to erase the hateful look on that jerk's face.It worked.Ravande was startled for a moment, then roared angrily.However, Ferry knew that this guy was just being aggressive.In order to ensure that Ravande learned a lesson, he bit the man's lower lip with his fangs. The moment the blood touched his tongue, Ferry jerked back, mouth open in surprise.Shocked, he tried to calm his breath: "Well, what do you know, Sin Eater?" His question made Ravande put away his cynical expression, and his expression was extremely serious, without any emotion showing, almost dead silent.He fell silent, as if considering how to make a vague denial. Ferry shook his head and reminded: "Don't try to hide it, I can taste it." Mystic purple pupils narrowed: "The official name should be." Ferry's hand on the man's body tightened suddenly. What the hell, a sensate, he thought, should live in Caldwell, mix with other tribesmen, and hide his identity and pretend to be a commoner. Oh my god, what an important piece of information this is.The last thing Reese wanted was a civil war within the clan. "I have to point out one thing," Ravend said flatly, "if you hand me over, your supplier will be gone. You decide. If I'm killed, where will you go to get what you want. " Ferry stared silently into those purple eyes, which contained deep meaning.Once back, he would immediately notify the Brotherhood, and then keep a close eye on Revander.As for handing over this guy... He was shocked by the historical record of discrimination against synaesthetes. It was absolutely unfair. Those people had never found anything harmful in their magic bags.What's more, the club of Ravend has been open for at least five years, and there is no sign of a sensate at all. "We can make a small deal," Ferry said, responding forcefully to the hostile stare, "I'm keeping quiet, you stay safe in town, but don't mess with me again. I'm not stupid Standing and waiting for you to suck my emotions away. Is this what you are going to do now? You want to mess with me? Because your need for emotion is so strong right now, you are hungry." Ravand was about to speak, but the office door was thrown open.A female vampire barged in, then froze, seeing an unsuspecting image: two men clinging to each other, Revander's lips bleeding, and Ferry's mouth still stained with blood. "Get out," Ravend yelled roughly. The woman backed away quickly, tripped, and slammed her elbow on the door frame. "So, we have a deal?" Ferry asked, not letting go of the conditions offered. "If you admit that you are Black Sword Brotherhood." "I'm not." Ravende's eyes flickered: "Then let me tell you, I don't believe what you said." Ferry suddenly realized that the discussion about the fraternity tonight was not an accident, so he continued to press the man and asked fiercely: "I really want to know, if your identity gets out, what are you going to do?" What about coping?" "We..." Ravende gasped, "Deal." Butch looked up at the woman he'd sent to hustle Ferry.Normally, the transaction would end very quickly, but now it has been more than twenty minutes. "Is my brother still in there?" Butch asked, watching her rub her elbow absently. "Oh, he's still in there, nothing wrong." She forced a smile at him, and Butch suddenly realized that she was also a vampire.When facing humans, they will always avoid grinning. She's still pretty, he thought, with long blond hair and a black leather outfit that accentuates her bust and hips.She slipped into the booth and sat next to him, and he caught her scent, idly remembering the first time he met Marisa in... well, summer. He downed the whiskey in his glass and glanced at the woman's breasts again.Yes, sex was on his mind, but it was purely physical.His interest in this woman was nothing compared to his love for Marisa. The woman sitting next to him glanced at him, as if she knew where his thoughts were wandering: "Maybe your friend will stay inside for a while." "yes?" "Their good things are just beginning." "trade?" "Make love." Butch suddenly turned his head and stared into her eyes: "What did you just say?" "Oh, bad..." She frowned, "You two are a couple?" "No, we're not a couple," he interrupted. "What the hell are you talking about?" "Well, I also think that you are not that kind of person. You have good taste, but you don't have that kind of smell on you." "My brother doesn't like men either." "are you sure?" He thought of Ferry's celibacy complex and began to waver. In any case, as far as Butch was concerned, one more drink was all that was needed, without him getting involved.He looked up to the waitress, who came running. "Another double," he said.Out of politeness, he turned to the woman beside him, "What do you want?" She put her hand on his thigh: "Actually, I need it. But she can't give it. " After the waitress left, Butch leaned back to the booth, spread his arms, and opened his arms.The vampire woman accepted the invitation and leaned against him, moving one hand inside.His body couldn't help but stagnate, and it seemed that it was the first time in recent months that his body responded to recovery.It suddenly occurred to him that maybe after some passion with her, he could forget about Marisa. The woman started stroking his cock through his pants, and his eyes were anatomical.He knew where that look would lead them both.At the end, he'd take her to one of the private bathrooms in the club.Take ten minutes, undress her, do errands with her, and then walk away without her. God, he had repeated this quick transaction hundreds of times in his life, and it wasn't that different from masturbation disguised as sex, and it wasn't a big deal. He thought of Marisa again...and felt the sting of his tear ducts. The woman beside him moved again, her chest pressed his arm: "Let's go to the back, dear." He put his hand on her hand holding his crotch, and let her make a kitten-like sound in her ear.Finally he removed her hand: "Sorry, I can't." The woman sat up and stared at Butch hard, as if he thought he was playing with her.Butch stared back without showing any sign of weakness. He wasn't going to explain why he didn't have sex anymore, but he was absolutely sure that he didn't understand why Marisa snubbed him like this.All he knew was that his old habits of sleeping with women just didn't suit him anymore, at least not today. Ferry's voice suddenly interrupted the noise in the club: "Hey, 'Jiaozi', do you want to stay or leave?" As soon as Butch looked up, he was in a trance, guessing Ferry's sexual orientation. His action made the brother's yellow eyes narrow: "What's the matter, 'Tiao Zi'?" "I'm ready to go," Butch replied, shaking off the current embarrassment. He stood up, and Ferry gave the blond a hard look that was a special warning of "you'd better keep your mouth shut." Oh, Butch thought, as the two walked toward the door together, so Ferry was really gay.

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