Cooperation and Rights

Helen stepped back, avoiding it like stepping on a hedgehog. A flicker of resistance crossed her enchanting eyes, and a hint of reluctance appeared in her silver-gray gaze as she said, "Meatball?"

Before she fell asleep, the thing she disliked the most was a meatball! Round and chubby, like a pig, it followed her everywhere and she couldn't shake it off no matter what. Who wouldn't find it annoying?

"What? I'm not a meatball, I'm Sam! I am the oldest, strongest, and most fond of you in the entire vampire family, and even more beautiful than women - the grand elder!"

Sam is actually not fat. On the contrary, he has a slender and graceful body.

If measured by human standards, the height should be at least 185 centimeters or above. Additionally, he possesses an extremely stunning and captivating appearance with beautifully arched eyebrows, seductive eyes like silk, a high and straight nose bridge, graceful lines, and thin lips that are as red as fire.

From a distance, that strand of beauty falls in the mundane world, graceful and enchanting, captivating and mesmerizing. It is a sight to behold without losing its earthly charm.

If we must find a flaw, it would be his dark talent as a pure-blooded vampire: timidity.

He is a very timid person. He can curl up into a ball and run away in an instant whenever he gets scared, no matter the time, place, or people present.

So, this weakness back then successfully prevented him from pursuing Helen. Because Helen would always find various unscrupulous methods to intimidate him. It caused him to occasionally transform into a ball and roll away uncontrollably before he could even approach her.

"You are clearly a meatball." Helen really doesn't want to see him.

"Helen, I am really not a meatball. Don't you recognize me? I am the most romantic vampire who would even pluck the stars from the sky to give them to you." Despite being round and chubby, he is truly making an effort to love this woman in front of him.

"Stars? Just a piece of meteorite, and you have the nerve to say that?" Helen looked disdainful, deeply contemptuous.

In everyone's memories, there will be a period of life that seems hopeless. She is no exception.

Beside her, Camilla covered her mouth and couldn't help but laugh. "It's okay, meteorites are also a part of the stars."

"Exactly, exactly," Sam eagerly agreed.

"Never mind. What are you doing here?" Helen couldn't be bothered to argue further, as she glanced at this seemingly innocent man.

There's no way around it, this man has transformed into a round and rolling ball shape in her mind, always lingering there.

Sam blinked his eyes, and a bright light shone on his beautiful face. He stretched out his arms and pounced towards Helen, saying, "Helen, I missed you so much that I secretly followed them and ran out. I want to hug you!"

Indeed, whether it was thousand years ago or thousand years from now, his pursuit of Queen Helen always maintains a youthful and delicate appearance. Even though he stands at a height of over 185cm.

Helen watched as the stubborn man lunged towards her, without hesitation she raised her hand. With one slap, she landed it on Sam's beautiful face and forcefully pushed him away, saying, "Go away!"

"That's not possible. Whenever I see you, I can't help but be filled with enthusiasm." Sam looked aggrieved and clung onto Helen, refusing to give up.

He not only wants to hug, but also wants to kiss. Camilla stood aside and watched, with a face full of black lines. She casually picked up a wooden stick and fiercely hit Sam on the back of his head with a thud, knocking him unconscious.

Sam fell to the ground and lay motionless, as if dead.

Helen's pupils emitted silver light, falling on Sam as she said, "That's enough, take him back. Remember to apply ice, you were a bit rough."

Camilla's face turned dark, and she still had to apply an ice pack to this guy? With his self-healing ability, the swelling would go down in a few hours.

In the air, the fresh smell of blood becomes increasingly strong, gradually overpowering other scents.

Helen supported her chin and twisted her stiff neck. She took off the dark purple contact lenses from her eyes and walked outside, saying, "We need to retreat, the group of vampire hunters is coming."

At this moment, the chicken farm was in a mess. There were chicken corpses everywhere, dry and hard like wood. The low-level vampires gradually went crazy and couldn't control themselves.

They completely forgot Brandon's command. Brandon stood at the door, with a sinister expression on his face, making it unclear whether he was angry or just suppressing his emotions.

He saw Helen coming out, deliberately lowering the brim of her cloak, and turned around to give a few instructions. Afterwards, six attendants leaped up simultaneously and pounced towards Helen.

Helen bared her fangs and roared towards the sky. Her noble and exquisite face instantly took on a hint of fierceness. A powerful aura of a vampire lord emanated from her entire body. With ten fingers like hooks, cold as blades, she stomped on the ground and leaped straight into the air to meet the challenge head-on.

Seven figures darted back and forth, engaged in a fierce battle! Helen was surrounded by six attendants, fighting against overwhelming odds.

Her abilities have not yet recovered, so she didn't have much chance of winning.

However, she was born with a pair of silver-gray eyes, resembling the color of silver sun. All vampires can be incinerated.

Her eyes are called "Silver Sun".

A few days ago, if Helen hadn't been injured and physically exhausted, pushing her body to defy its natural limits, she wouldn't have burdened herself with losing the brilliance in her silver eyes and becoming dull. Now she can only see a few miles ahead, just like an ordinary person.

Now, after several days of rest and recovery, her have finally regained some strength and can be used in emergencies. Helen swiftly moves between the six individuals, evading their attacks with incredible speed.

Turning her head back, she suddenly grabbed the corner of a cloak and leaped up with force. A pair of silver eyes emitted a cold silver light, instantly shining towards the figure under the black cloak. These people betrayed Helen, keeping them is useless!

"No!"

Among the crowd, a teenager suddenly screamed and collapsed to the ground, with his body twitching.

In just a few seconds, he turned into a wisp of white smoke and disappeared. Only a black cloak remained, scattered lonely on the ground.

Upon seeing this, the faces of others changed immediately, and they dispersed in public to find concealed places to cover themselves.

The silver sun of the vampire clan is far from being as simple as imagined. Brandon's pale face showed a hint of anger, and his eyes slowly turned in their sockets. He looked at the other three war gods and said, "Now it's time for you to take action. Two hundred million dollars, enough for all of you to share."

"Brandon, then you better keep your word." Garrick said coldly, warning him.

"You want rights, we want money. Let's cooperate with each other and avoid conflicts." Eric's voice sounded so aged that it could create calluses on one's ears.