Donnie poured a basin of cold water on the man with glasses.
The icy water drops flowed down the bespectacled man's head and fell to the ground with a splashing sound. The unconscious man was awakened by the sudden cold and suddenly opened his eyes.
Groaning in pain, he subconsciously touched the back of his head, where Donnie had hit him hard not long ago.
"What the hell do you want? I'm no longer a threat to you. There's no need to keep chasing me!" The man with glasses was terrified. Donnie had left a huge shadow on his heart. He wanted to calm down and negotiate with Donnie one-on-one to get him to go back. But his legs couldn't help but tremble.
This guy in front of me is a complete barbarian! He's brutal and ruthless!
Donnie sneered as he sized him up. He'd harbored murderous intentions towards the bespectacled man more than once. He was deeply stigmatized as a vampire and a harpy. No matter how much he tried to explain himself, no one would accept him again.
At least Donny wouldn't believe it. The man with glasses has a very high status, and it is almost impossible for him to be wooed by someone like him who has no money and no power.
Donny would not try to win him over. This member of the Hagui tribe was willing to become a lackey of vampires, these trash who feed on humans. It was a good thing that he did not kill him immediately.
There is only war between humans and vampires, a war between two species with different life characteristics.
"Go ahead, tell me everything you know." Donnie played with his phone, turning it around in his hands.
The man with glasses' heart kept moving along with the phone. He knew that this phone was a deadly weapon. In the hands of this mechanic, it could perform incredible changes and kill him in an instant.
"I'll tell you everything, I just hope you don't kill me." The man with the glasses was sweating profusely, and the sweat mixed with the cold water, making it impossible to tell them apart. He took off his glasses and wiped them, but Donnie knocked them away.
The glasses flew and hit the wall with a crisp sound.
"The vampires asked me to lead a team to negotiate with you. They assured me that if a fight really came to a head, a team of more than one hundred well-trained and well-equipped people could completely wipe you out, or at least escape unscathed. That's why I came." The man with glasses couldn't see clearly, and Donnie's face was blurry in his field of vision, which made this experienced negotiator who was good at observing people's words and expressions feel a little uncomfortable.
"You think so too. You also think that more than a hundred people can kill me, so you led the team to find me." Tony said.
The man with glasses managed to remain calm, his eyes wide open, trying to see Donnie's expression. For a negotiator to be unable to see the other person's expression was practically a sign of failure.
The man with glasses told Donnie that the parliament promised him that it would provide him with backup, including war fortresses including various armored vehicles and tanks, which would serve as his backing.
"The Council did have the idea of destroying you directly, but they weren't sure. They were even more worried about angering the mutant Bipolar behind you. So their first order to me was to negotiate with you. They hope to reconcile with you. But..."
"But someone's interfering." Donnie stood up. "You've been abandoned. As a pawn to intensify the conflict, you've been completely abandoned."
The man with glasses gritted his teeth. "I don't think the Council abandoned me. Someone's trying to sabotage me! Dickon! It has to be him! He's been acting strangely lately, and the conflict between him and the Council has become public. I can't imagine anyone else trying to harm me except him."
The man with glasses explained that the vampire kingdom is now under siege by many vampire hunters and has suffered heavy losses. They will not fight Donny again unless it is absolutely necessary. At least they will deal with Donny after getting rid of the vampire hunters.
Vampire hunters are very active now. There are even ruthless guys among them who keep a close eye on Dicken. Wherever Dicken goes, they will chase him. Many important strongholds of vampires have been eliminated. The losses are extremely shocking and have completely alarmed the parliament.
In order to deal with this group of vampire hunters, the parliament is busy preparing a comprehensive plan.
"Tell me all the vampire strongholds you know of."
"I just know where Dicken's station is. I know where his territory is! It's in Ocean City, New Jersey! The Night Man Club! Dicken is always around there!"
The man with glasses began to beg Tony, saying that if Tony could let him go, he would definitely exchange a large amount of wealth for it. He had worked for the vampires over the years and accumulated an astonishing amount of wealth, which he could give to Tony just to exchange for his life.
Donny brought a laptop and forced him to transfer money on the spot.
"Transfer the money to me now, and I'll let you go immediately," Donnie said. "You're just an insignificant person to me. There's no need for me to lie to you."
The man with glasses held the computer and looked up at Donny one last time, wanting to confirm whether Donny was telling the truth. But unfortunately, he couldn't see clearly without his glasses.
The man with glasses clicked on the website and entered a line of numbers. A large sum of money, over eight million dollars, was transferred into Donnie's account. The man with glasses had worked directly for the wealthy Vampire Council for many years. To reach that position, he naturally had many ways to make money.
But in the end, all of it belonged to Downey, and it was all in vain.
The old bartender came in with a bottle of wine, staggering, his face flushed, and looking drunk.
"Okay, stop pretending. You're so boring." Donnie said impatiently, pointing at the man with glasses. "Kill him and dispose of the body. We don't have that much time."
The old bartender's mouth twitched, and he sobered up instantly. His seemingly drunken face betrayed an unconcealed surprise. He looked at Donnie, wanting to ask how he'd figured it out. He was indeed faking it. He was faking it in front of S.H.I.E.L.D., in front of the spying vampires and harpies, and especially in front of Donnie, to make himself appear more harmless.
"If you were really so useless and brainless, you would have been killed by vampires over the years and would not have survived until now. At least I don't believe that a slick old fox would spend the whole day drunkenly holding a bottle of wine and leaving himself in an unguarded situation." Donnie said lightly, with no emotion in his calm eyes.
The old bartender silently dropped the bottle in his hand, a warning bell ringing in his heart, and a sense of fear rising in his heart towards Donny. This young man, in a sense, was becoming increasingly cunning. Without saying a word, he carefully pulled a knife from the slit in his belt and walked towards the man with glasses.
The man with glasses broke down and yelled at Donny to let him go, calling him a despicable man and a man who didn't keep his word. Then he begged Donny to let him go and said he would do anything.
When the old bartender approached him, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he instantly became furious. In the world of vampires, it was impossible for him to be without two hands. He aimed at the old bartender's neck and wanted to kill him with one blow.
But the next moment he was completely desperate.
The old bartender grabbed his hand with lightning speed, took a step forward, and plunged the knife deep into his neck. His movements were swift and neat, without any hesitation. In this moment, the old bartender showed the reason why he had survived for so many years. His skillful and experienced movements did not seem like those of an old man at all.
Donny was not surprised. Without any skills, the old bartender would have died on the way to escape.