He called this benefits and perks?

Some vampires were still laughing, oblivious to the fact that they were the real fools. 

Vladimir had only recognized the presence of Dracula's lineage, but he failed to see that the blood clan prince imprisoned in the bronze coffin was Dracula himself!

Mike yawned, his interest waning, and waved his hand dismissively.

"Alright, you go get some rest. I'll have a private chat with this prince."

"Right away, Master!"

Vladimir didn't forget to close the door behind him, his demeanor exceptionally respectful.

After Vladimir left, Dracula's smile vanished, and he looked at Mike coldly. He tried to speak, but a wooden stake with a crucifix was lodged in his throat. 

Vladimir knew exactly how to deal with high-tier vampires. Mike had no intention of releasing Dracula's restraints.

To be honest, after learning his true identity, Mike wanted to nail a few more crucifixes onto him!