---- Chapter 2858 The bureaucrats and power yers of City of Hope all lived here. In the central assembly hall, several figures sat scattered about, making the vast space feel even emptier. Every single one of them looked pissed off. The City Lord, Uriah Gibson, demanded, "Petyr, what the hell happened? How did your people getpletely wiped out just like that? And it caused such a massive scene! A whole building was blown sky-high.
You know what I want is prosperity and order, what I need is tax revenue." He shouted, "I don''t need gang wars every damn day, bringing negative attention to my city. How am I supposed to maintain control? How is the City of Hope supposed to thrive?" Petyr''s face was pale and sinister, though he looked no older than 50. He wore luxurious red silk robes and sat barefoot ina high-backed chair, a ss of crimson liquid before him. Uriah''sints did not seem to faze him in the slightest. He lifted his drink, drained it in one gulp, then rose and left the hall.
His cold voice echoed back through the chamber. "I''ll have this cleaned up within a day. In this city, anyone who causes trouble, especially anyone who touches my interests, will wash away ---- their sins in blood!" The statement was both a deration that his authority was not to be challenged and a veiled warning to the others present. After all, the rtionships between the City of Hope''s three Chiefs and the City Lord were murky at best. Plenty of people would love to see Petyr take a fall. For instance, Augustus Cabrera, another Chief.
Augustus sneered with a smile that did not reach his eyes. " Some damn Holtrien shows up out of nowhere and runs wild on our turf. Doesn''t touch anything else, just hits Petyr''s territory and crew. Are we supposed to take that as proof that Petyr''s washed up? That any random nobody can push him around now." His mockingughter waspletely undisguised. Uriah frowned. "Save the cheap shots. We have a distinguished guest here today." Augustus'' green eyes immediately shifted to the figure behind the Uriah. It was a blonde young man who had been standing there in silence the entire time.
He had no idea who this person was, only that he clearly carried significant weight since Uriah seemed unusually deferential toward him. Augustus probed cautiously. "And how should we address you, sir?" ---- The tall, blonde man behind the Uriah had handsome features and stepped forward slowly. At Augustus'' question, he smirked with disdain. "My name is far to0 noble, belonging to an ancient bloodline.
However, you''re not qualified to know it, so there''s no point in telling you." Ignoring Augustus'' suddenly darkening expression, the blonde man walked over to Petyr''s seat and picked up the blood-red ss. After sniffing it delicately, the blonde man asked with amusement, "City of Hope actually has a vampire Marquis? Mr. Gibson, that''s something you failed to mention beforehand." Uriah''s weathered, wrinkled face broke into a slight smile. "Mr. Ludendorff, you truly have a sharp sense of smell. Petyr is indeed a vampire Marquis.
What''s in his ss isn''t wine, it''s blood." Marshall Ludendorff asked with interest, "Human blood, or from some other species?" Uriah replied, "Petyr only drinks human blood, and it must be fresh." Marshall tossed the ss aside and nodded, offering no furtherment. ---- Augustus, standing off to the side, paled slightly. ''Ludendorff? Is he from that terrifying bloodline family in the Western Dark ns?''