John Bennett said nothing, turned around, and continued walking forward. Peter Yates had orders from the Senate, so John Bennett couldn’t do anything about him. Peter Yates smiled, and casually slapped the butt of a beautiful woman walking by. The girl screamed, and the man beside her rushed at Peter Yates. Immediately, a crowd gathered around them. John Bennett glanced back and couldn’t help but shake his head: Where is the nobility of the blood clan now? He’s nothing but a little thug!

Seeing trouble break out, naturally, onlookers gathered. In just a short while, quite a few people had already arrived, and it became a snowball effect—more and more people crowded around. Some, afraid of missing a good spot to “watch,” ran over, several brushing right past John Bennett, which greatly annoyed him. The innate aristocratic bearing of the blood clan demanded they keep a polite distance from everyone. Such close contact made him furious!

With a seemingly casual glance, Peter Yates saw that John Bennett had already walked far away. He let go of the opponent he had just beaten up and stood up. His men came over and easily separated Peter Yates from the crowd of onlookers. “How is it?” Peter Yates asked a subordinate beside him. “No problem, it’s done. We’ve placed at least three trackers on him, and I’ve also contacted a friend at the National Security Bureau to have them monitor him via satellite!” the subordinate replied quietly. Peter Yates nodded. The subordinate hesitated and said, “The National Security Bureau wants five hundred thousand…” Peter Yates waved his hand, and the subordinate nodded and withdrew. The group walked to a row of cars by the street. One of the men opened the door of a three-row business van, and Peter Yates got in. Inside, it was a world of electronic equipment. On the main screen, three red dots moved in perfect sync.

Chapter 006

Peter Yates had already become a carnivore, so Baker could no longer monitor him. All the equipment in the building had been removed, and the room was vacated. Baker returned to his own residence, an inconspicuous house in the suburbs. He had bought a small building here. From the outside, it looked like the home of a well-off family, but inside, it was arranged as an African art gallery, from ebony carvings to various African folk instruments. There was even an African ape-man skull displayed in a glass case! As soon as Baker reached the door, Greenland opened it for him. Inside, Montgomery and Spencer Wick stood up to greet him. Baker sat down. “Greenland, I’m a bit hungry.” Greenland nodded and went inside. Soon, a cup of bright red liquid was brought out. This wasn’t blood clan blood, just ordinary vampire bat blood—a cup like this was perfect for a carnivore to stave off hunger when there was no real food. Baker drained the cup in one gulp, his brows deeply furrowed. “My lord, are you still thinking about Gragg?” Greenland asked. Baker nodded, then looked at Spencer Wick and said, “Mobilize everyone. No matter the cost, find out the cause of Gragg’s death!” Spencer Wick, who had been playing with an iron spear decorated like a goat’s horn, immediately put it away and asked, “My lord, what exactly does ‘no matter the cost’ mean?” “No matter the cost!” Baker’s face, dark and shiny, was hidden in the shadows, leaving no trace: “It means at any cost!” Spencer Wick nodded, stuck the spear inside his black leather trench coat, and strode out.

“My lord…” Montgomery asked cautiously, “Isn’t that price too high?” Baker’s chair was placed in the darkest corner of the room. From the darkness, Baker let out a sigh: “I just want to confirm one thing…” The other two in the room dared not interrupt. After a long pause, Baker finally said, “I want to confirm whether the carnivores are still worth trusting!”

There are always conflicts between the new and the old. The carnivores no longer trust each other. While Spencer Wick was investigating the cause of Gragg’s death, Peter Yates’s men were busy negotiating with their National Security Bureau contacts. The funds had already been transferred, and John Bennett’s houseboat was no longer a secret. The National Security Bureau agent held up five fingers: “Another five hundred thousand, and I’ll get you the detailed blueprints of the place—this job we can do ourselves, no need to go through higher-ups, so it’s cheaper!” Peter Yates’s subordinate looked up at Peter Yates sitting under a sunshade on the roof of a small building in the distance. Peter Yates pressed his earpiece and waved at him. The assistant turned back and nodded, “No problem, piece of cake!” The assistant opened a laptop, transferred five hundred thousand euros to the designated account, and the National Security Bureau agent made a call, then smiled and handed a disc to Peter Yates’s assistant.

A few minutes later, the disc was in Peter Yates’s hands. Peter Yates casually handed it to the assistant beside him, who inserted it into the computer. With a click of the mouse, a three-dimensional cross-sectional diagram quickly appeared before Peter Yates. A smile appeared at the corner of Peter Yates’s mouth. His assistant quietly asked, “My lord, should we make preparations?” Peter Yates shook his head. “No need. This time, I’ll go myself!” After all, John Bennett was a carnivore and held a special position within the Camarilla. If he were to storm into his residence with a large group, it would be hard to justify.