My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 534 - 184. Punishment that ended before it started_2

Chapter 534: 184. Punishment that ended before it started_2

As "the King of the Underground," who manages the dark zones of Fog City and the entirety of Green Island, Old Edward enjoys unmatched authority in gloomy gutters out of the sun’s reach.

Ever since the Blood Vulture Clan betrayed them in the year 1040 A.D., leading to the "Wolf Scandal" where the Old Faith and Circle Tower united to slaughter them and strip them of all continental territories, the Wolf Poison Clan, almost reduced to extinction, migrated to Green Island under Edward’s leadership.

To survive and preserve their lineage, Old Edward completely abandoned the archaic rules of the vampires.

He and his servants began to absorb large quantities of despised criminals and ruffians, and after seventy years of development and expansion, at least four out of every ten crimes committed on the island today are related to the Wolf Poison Clan.

They dominate the night on Green Island, representing the most relentless and brutal strand in the massive shadow covering the country, and this dark power is held in Old Edward’s hands.

Worth mentioning is that the year 1040 A.D. is also a memorable day for Marshal Loren, as he was born in the winter of that year.

Thus, under these circumstances, the Wolf Poison Clan’s information gathering ability on Green Island is absolutely top-notch. Once the King gave the order in the afternoon, Old Edward had hurriedly arrived by nightfall.

Of course, he was afraid that the King’s malice towards the Circle Tower would involve the Wolf Poison Clan as well.

Shadows will always be shadows.

Even the largest shadow will dissipate at the touch of a single ray of sunshine.

Old Edward never underestimated the strength of humans, especially the reform initiated by King Louis across the country, which frightened him to his core. He knew that after humans learn and master the steam technology of the half-body men, their era of ruling the continent as superior races might soon face major reform.

It is an unstoppable wheel that’s rolling forward!

With the situation already decided, Old Edward did not want to be the helpless mantis crushed under the wheel.

"Hmm, thank you for your hospitality, a splendid feast can always soothe the heart."

After finishing his pork chop, the Wolf Poison Duke skillfully picked up a piece of bread, dipped it in soup, and took a bite, all the while smiling at Marshal Loren who was watching him:

"If you need it, my servants are more than willing to take the brunt of the rebellion. As you said before, old hatreds always need a dignified end."

"It’s not me who needs it! It’s you who should be loyal to His Majesty."

Marshal Loren didn’t believe the Wolf Poison Clan was innocent in the Cardman City incident, but currently, the biggest suspect was the Circle Tower. Moreover, undermining the Wolf Poison’s power on Green Island was part of the King’s strategy, so the half-dwarf Marshal didn’t reject this initiative.

He said to Old Edward:

"You better not be involved in this matter, both His Majesty and I despise traitors."

"Hmm, so do I, no sane person likes traitors, unless they themselves are treacherous."

Old Edward laughed, lifted the wine glass beside him and raised a toast to the dwarf marshal, saying:

"I wish you smooth sailing in your war, if it does happen."

"Hmm?"

This statement made the marshal blink. He asked:

"Did you hear something?"

"Oh, the ears of an old dog are always sharper. This way, we can survive better. I heard some interesting rumors from far-off White Cliff and thought I’d share them with you."

The Duke of Wolf Poison waved his hand like an old man sharing a secret.

Eating bread soaked in tomato sauce, he said mysteriously:

"To my knowledge, just a few days ago, a Psychic Hunter force from the Circle Tower was mobilized..."

"They’re already dead."

Marshal Loren said expressionlessly:

"Your peers, the last remnants of the Blood Vultures, slaughtered them in a swift midnight strike. A total of 600 heads were piled on the border of Transylvania, accompanied by the declaration of war, ’A blood debt must be paid in blood.’"

"Hmm?"

Old Edward’s expression changed slightly.

He had estimated that the Blood Vulture Clan, reduced to the brink of extinction, wouldn’t have the ability to carry out such a task. However, the Duke of Wolf Poison casually waved his hand and said:

"That’s how we vampires do things, never letting a grudge overnight if we can help it. It seems the Blood Vulture Clan has a true leader again, quite the pity."

Marshal Loren stared at Old Edward’s feigned calm expression. After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly said:

"I have confirmed news that Lady Shani, the Thorn Duchess, and her entourage also participated in that slaughter."

"Snap"

Old Edward’s wine glass was crushed in his hand, his face clouding over.

The Blood Vulture remnants, teetering on the brink of destruction, didn’t care about the consequences anymore.

However, when the Thorn Clan, a major power in the Nordtof Kingdom, got involved, things started looking ugly. The Wolf Poison Clan and the Thorn Clan had never been friends, which immediately made him smell a hint of malice aimed at him.

Old Edward, a veteran of the thousand-year-old racial struggle, had grown tired and weary of it, but the worst part was that it felt like an endless cursed game.

Betrayal, alliance, double-crossing, and slaughter were the eternal melody amongst vampire clans.

It’s so fucking annoying!

Oh, merciful Midnight Mother, why don’t you send down a lightning bolt to strike all those annoying fellow vamps dead, leaving only us, the Wolf Poison Clan, to strut in the night and proclaim your might?