Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 346: Grandpa Huo’s Standoff with Donald, A Competition Between the Strong

Chapter 346: Chapter 346: Grandpa Huo’s Standoff with Donald, A Competition Between the Strong

Upon hearing this, Qin Mei looked shocked and murmured, "Then he’d better not die."

"He is my prey, he can’t die."

A lazily elegant and uninterested voice came from the door.

Josh. Qin Mei looked in the direction of the sound, his face turned horrified.

Qin Mei twisted his face, "How did you get in?"

"Uh!"

Josh’s bandaged hand lost control and pressed hard, causing Nicholas to cry out in pain.

Hearing his cry of pain, a touch of red light arose in Donald’s blue eyes.

He moved instantly to Nicholas’s side, snatching him from Josh’s hands.

Donald held Nicholas, pulling open the blood-stained tablecloth around his neck, revealing a dreadful wound.

The sight of extensive blood loss caught Donald’s eye, his delicate eyebrows creased slightly, revealing a trace of annoyance in his eyes.

Under Josh and Qin Mei’s gaze, he slightly lowered his head.

His cold lips fell on Nicholas’s wound.

Then, something miraculous happened.

Nicholas’s still bleeding wound disappeared with one kiss, or rather, one lick from Donald.

"Holy crap!" Josh exclaimed in shock.

He had heard about the legends of vampires.

However, seeing it with his own eyes was far more thrilling than what he had been told and seen in movies and TV shows.

So, the saliva of a vampire really does have healing properties.

Seizing this opportunity, Qin Mei went to Josh’s side, grabbed him, and ran off.

Josh snapped back from his shock and started running.

Seeing this, Donald’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he sent out a wind blade. Josh’s pants... fell off!

"Dude, my pants! My pants!"

Josh almost tripped and fell, howling like a ghost.

All sorts of confusion filled Qin Mei’s mind. This was no time to worry about pants, they had to run!

Without looking back, he dragged Josh and ran.

As they approached the door, Josh finally tripped and fell, landing in a pool of blood at the door.

Looking back, Qin Mei saw Josh wearing only his boxers, with his pants around his ankles.

Josh lay in a very awkward position on the ground.

Seeing this comical scene, Qin Mei wanted to laugh.

Meeting the wicked smile on Donald’s face, he looked serious, disregarding Josh’s safety, and ran toward the door.

He successfully ran out of the room this time, but ran straight into a wall.

"Ouch!"

Qin Mei covered his nose in pain and looked up angrily at the person in front of him.

Master Huo flicked his chest where he had been bumped into, looking at Qin Mei with amusement, "What’s wrong, Amei? In such a hurry, where are you going?"

Qin Mei’s angry stare at Master Huo dissolved upon seeing Qin Ruan standing next to him. It was like he had seen a savior.

He grabbed Qin Ruan’s arm tightly, "Ruanruan, there’s a puppet, it’s so scary! Make him go away!"

Like a small bird snuggling up against Qin Ruan’s shoulder, Qin Mei started to complain.

Qin Ruan squinted her beautiful eyes and stroked his head to calm him, "Don’t be scared, Second Brother. It’ll be alright."

Josh, who was sprawled on the ground, raised his head: "Third cousin brother ——"

The arrival of his third cousin and his wife only intensified the fear in his heart.

Lord Huo the Third, peering down icily at Josh’s pitiable figure, had a stormy expression on his handsome face.

Josh pointed accusingly at Qin Mei in a cowardly manner: "It was him, it was Amei who brought me here, third cousin, I didn’t instigate this trouble."

"Heh!" Qin Mei scoffed: "As if you were not proactive."

Josh was left speechless.

Lord Huo the Third sighed deeply and said to Josh coldly: "Put on your pants, you’re a sight!"

Awkwardly, Josh scrambled up and moved towards a safe spot while pulling up his pants.

His aggrieved face and the comic sight of him pulling up his pants made anyone who saw him annoyed and amused at the same time.

The arrival of Qin Ruan and Lord Huo the Third was noticed by Donald.

The red glow in his eyes receded, and he carelessly threw Nicholas, who wasn’t in any immediate danger, onto the ground.

An awed look appeared on Donald’s handsome face when faced with strong opponents.

Qin Ruan, pacifying her second brother, cast her eyes down to see Nicholas, whom Donald had tossed to the ground.

He was still alive, barely, and just that.

Nicholas had lost too much blood, his face pale. He’ll likely suffer from some lingering effects if not treated promptly.

Donald, stepping elegantly, approached Qin Ruan and Lord Huo the Third.

He stopped a few meters away from the two.

Donald raised his right hand to his left shoulder and gave a noble salute.

He introduced himself: "Donald Rasambo."

Lord Huo the Third gave him a side glance and asked in a slow and low voice: "A member of the Rasambo Vampire Clan?"

"Indeed." Donald stood upright, an eerie smile on his distinctive face.

The members of the Rasambo Family are elegant yet fallen, a balance of elegance and brutality, nobility and decadence, the most ancient among the vampires.

Rasambo Family members are also the leaders among their vampire peers, and they strongly believe that their lineage is superior.

They do not despise humans. Instead, they take joy in toying and controlling them.

Lord Huo the Third, with a gentle air of sophistication radiating from his peach blossom eyes, contrasted starkly with Donald.

Lord Huo the Third’s handsome face and his refined demeanor were of extreme nobility, unparalleled among gentlemen.

Although Donald was good-looking, the air of nobility around him added an ominous note. He was clearly very dangerous, a character both righteous and wicked, which was apparent at once.

A cold glint flared in Lord Huo the Third’s eyes while an enchanting smile tugged at his lips, masking the ferociousness hidden deep within.

With a seemingly smiling expression on his face, he watched Donald attentively: "The members of the Rasambo Family have never instigated a war in the Superpower World of East and West. Aren’t you afraid that your killing here today will do just that?"

Donald wore an apologetic expression, but his words were audacious: "The Rasambo Family does not fear war."

Lord Huo the Third had an elegant and noble bearing, his countenance gentle. Yet, an air of arrogance lurked in his eyes. His voice, though soft, carried the undeniable authority of the superior: "As far as I know, members of the Rasambo Family disdain humans, and as a result, the number of members is dwindling, leading to an overall decline in recent centuries.

If you dare to incite a war between the East and West superpowers today, the Huo Family will undoubtedly summon numerous cultivators and do everything they can to exterminate the Rasambo Family."

Whether Donald was trying to provoke or test the waters, Lord Huo the Third did not plan to back down on this issue.

The superpower users of East and West were always careful not to interfere with each other.

Donald’s smile disappeared, his deep-set eyes, illuminated with a red shimmer, coldly watching Lord Huo the Third.

This regal Eastern man was protected by a mysterious power.

If not, he would definitely rush forward, rip his throat open, and suck all the blood from his body.

Helpless against the hostility Donald was emitting, the strong aura that Lord Huo the Third had concealed under his gentle exterior was suddenly revealed.