The onlookers were very enthusiastic. They all advised John that no matter what hatred or grudges he had, as long as he talked about them, everything could be solved. He should stop fighting and killing all the time, which would hurt the harmony.
The burly man who had previously intended to harm Donnie stood up and shared his own experience, wanting to talk to both sides: "It's not a big deal, it's just a little grudge. Look at me, two months ago I led the Irish gang to fight the Northern Irish gang, and last month I joined forces with them to fight the Scottish gang..."
The burly man was a mercenary. He knew anyone who could match up with the mechanic was no ordinary person. Seeing the tension build, he stepped in to mediate, giving both sides a way out and making things better. Perhaps if he could connect with one of them, he'd be rich.
The strong man continued to persuade: "So, don't fight all the time. We are all brothers. There will be plenty of opportunities for cooperation in the future..." He had already begun to imagine a life of luxury in the future, and his tone of voice was extremely sincere.
Bang!
John finally couldn't bear it anymore. He trembled and shot the enthusiastic brother in the chest in front of everyone. He could hardly suppress his anger.
He, a distinguished member of the Thompson family, was humiliated by a group of blood eaters!
The crowd was in chaos. They were angry and shouted, "Who dares to act wildly in the Irish gang's territory?" But they just made noise and didn't dare to move forward.
Donny looked at the vampire in front of him with a half-smile. A vampire who came to take people and restore the dignity of his family, ran over in broad daylight, said a few harsh words and was about to leave... Are you sure he is not here to make fun of you?
"Tell me, who sent you? Your acting is terrible. If it were me, I'd at least catch this old guy just to show off." Donnie's watch transformed, assembling into a pistol. He hadn't said anything more. If John really wanted to capture someone without hesitation, he would kill the vampire immediately. Hesitation would only reveal that there was something wrong with them.
"Even if you are a pureblood, if I beat you to pieces or drag you into the sunlight, you will die."
He was threatening the purebloods. If they didn't speak up, they would die. Every natural-born vampire was precious, and killing one meant one less.
John's face turned pale, realizing his mistake. This guy wasn't playing by the rules at all. He feigned composure and said coldly, "I'm just surprised you're so smart. It's not like what people say." He was about to grab the old bartender.
There was a flicker of panic in the old bartender's eyes, but he still tried his best to act, pretending to be eager to be captured.
Donny stood there, indifferent, just watching the vampire catch people. In fact, the source of fire in his mind had been jumping and flashing, and the mobile phone and watch on his body were already ready to attack at any time.
John's face looked extremely ugly. He grabbed the old bartender and was about to leave. He was in a dilemma and could not care less. If he delayed any further, he would lose his life.
"How will you explain yourself if I just leave like this? Won't you fail to achieve your goal?" Donny twirled the pistol in his hand and said slowly, "You don't want me to hand over the old bartender. You want me to continue fighting the vampires until death. Otherwise, there's no need to go through all this trouble. The old bartender is far away from me. You can easily control him before talking to me."
John Thompson was sweating profusely and angrily said, "Are you kidding me? Do you really want to declare war on us?!"
He said that, but the guy in front of him would really kill him. He hadn't lived long enough. He looked around to see where it would be convenient to escape.
The old bartender had a bitter face. He was now completely in the hands of the vampire, a miserable hostage. In the style of this old man, he would never put himself in danger. He looked at Donnie pitifully, shouting at him to save him and not let him down.
John was furious and punched the old bartender in the head.
"Who is that guy behind you? If you tell me, I'll let you go. If you don't, I'll beat you to death. You're just a pawn anyway, otherwise I wouldn't have sent you to negotiate with me. If you're careless, I'll beat you to death.
"
Donny turned his gun and pointed it at John. The other vampires also drew their guns at Donny. The two sides were in a standoff, neither giving in. Donny mocked John and said that he was such a loyal outcast. He said that if he told John who was behind it, he would let him go.
John's expression was uncertain, he was weighing the gains and losses in his mind, and finally gritted his teeth and said a name.
Dickon Frost, a half-blood.
"A big family like Thompson, which has been passed down for thousands of years, actually works for a hybrid? Aren't you ashamed?" Donnie sneered. He sarcastically said that the Thompsons had simply lost the dignity of pure-bloods in this generation. Their nobility was thrown to the ground, covered with dust, and was not worth mentioning like garbage.
John gritted his teeth and stopped talking, but his subordinates were so angry that they almost couldn't help but shoot.
Donnie pondered. It wasn't surprising that the one behind them was Deacon. Deacon was a renowned madman and ambitious figure in the vampire world. Transformed into a vampire, he quickly rose to a high position, second only to the most powerful of the Thirteen Clans. His status was legendary, a rich, motivational broth for the lower-class vampires, rich enough to fill them to death.
But the ambitious Dicken chose John Thompson, a young loser, or he treated John as a pawn, or he could not completely control the Thompson family and could only win over a group of small characters. It might be a mutual benefit, or it might be a unilateral allegiance of John and others.
The internal struggle among vampires was more intense than he had imagined.
John couldn't handle the pressure anymore and wanted to take his men and leave quickly. It was true that he was from the Thompson family, but he was just an insignificant figure in the family. He began to suspect that Dicken had deliberately thrown him out as a pawn. He wanted to live, not die.
"Kill all other ordinary humans, don't let any of them go!" John gritted his teeth. He was completely humiliated and wanted to kill to vent his anger, but he also had to keep the secret.
The clever guys had already run away when they saw that something was wrong. The ordinary people who stayed behind were just here to watch the fun, but they also heard some remarkable things, such as keywords like "vampire".
Many people are confused and puzzled. The level of exposure they have is not enough to gain a deep understanding of the reality of this world. A lot of information is strictly blocked by relevant institutions and organizations and is not willing to be disclosed to ordinary people to avoid causing panic.
But they understood one thing: these guys wanted to kill them to silence them.
"Where did this kid come from? Why are you so arrogant? When I was in the underworld, you didn't even exist!" The group of people immediately couldn't stand it and wanted to grab their weapons.
Most of the people who stayed here have a black background, and few of them are clean. They usually roll up their sleeves and get to work without nagging you for a long time.
But now their scalps were tingling. No matter how loudly they shouted, they could not hide the fact that these weird guys could confront the mechanics. Could they really do it?
"Mechanic, please help us! We will repay you!"
The strong man who was beaten was not dead yet. He lay on the ground, covering his wound and howling in pain, asking Tony for help, hoping that Tony could help them.