"Although it's very hard to say goodbye, we really have to break up."
"...Don't say it so disgustingly. In the East, we only say this to our partners."
"Oh... Lu. Aren't I your other half yet???" Dracula started teasing. Lu Xuan ignored him, packed his things, and left quickly. In many stories, vampires are bisexual. Although Dracula hasn't shown that tendency yet, it's always good to be cautious, so Lu Xuan decided to leave quickly.
"Okay, just kidding, Lu. I have something to give you."
"...Let me make this clear first, I didn't prepare a gift."
"That really saddens me, Lu. But I'll still give you a gift."
As he spoke, Dracula took out the silver spear that Lu Xuan had seen before.
“I know you like it; I knew it the moment you first saw me. But out of Eastern modesty, you never said anything. Now, I’m giving it to you. Lu, you are a true martial arts master. You deserve this weapon.”
Lu Xuan paused for a moment. He knew, of course, that this weapon was incredibly valuable. Both its material and its retractable enchantment were unparalleled in this era. He had indeed considered obtaining it, but Dracula had already gifted him the mysterious compass. Therefore, he couldn't bring himself to ask for the weapon. However, now Dracula was offering to give it to him.
“…I told you, Dracula. I didn’t prepare a gift for you.”
“No, your arrival is already a gift to me. Really, I have been lonely for too long. For hundreds of years, no one has been able to communicate with me. You have made up for all of that. This is the best gift I could ever receive.”
Lu Xuan thought for a moment, then reached out and took the silver spear.
"I accept your friendship, Dracula."
"That's right, my friend. Go on your adventures, and when we meet again, let's change the world for us."
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Chapter 212 Desperate for Death (Please subscribe and vote with monthly tickets)
The trip to England had come to an end. Lu Xuan and his companions then boarded a ship bound for America.
The British Museum escaped a calamity. Well, only architecturally. Its priceless collections were completely looted by Dracula and Lu Xuan's gang. After they left, Britain was placed under martial law, and most gangs and smugglers were wiped out. But none of the stolen items from the museum were recovered. Now, a demon lurking in Europe has finally been brought to justice.
Throughout Europe, all the museums and noble families chose to close their doors, hiding their collections and never displaying them to the public again. However, none of this concerned Lu Xuan. After more than half a month at sea, they finally arrived in the Americas.
By this time, the United States had risen to power by stepping over the corpses of Native Americans. Its inherent arrogance was beginning to surface. White supremacy and the Chinese Exclusion Act were rampant. This was something that Lu Xuan and his group had already sensed on the ship.
"These white monkeys disgust me inside and out," Hong Gu said, her face grim as she disembarked. The treatment of a group of Chinese people on a ship sailing from Europe to America was predictable. If it weren't for Lu Xuan and his group's strong self-defense capabilities, who knows what might have happened?
The group disembarked and quickly disappeared into the crowd. A few passengers disembarked as well. However, to the porter's surprise, most of the first-class passengers seemed not to have disembarked.
Soon, a terrified crew member ran down.
"They're gone, they're all gone..." No one knew when. Over 90% of the passengers in the first-class cabins had vanished without a trace. Keep in mind, they had just docked at sea. They had nowhere to go except to jump overboard. How could they just disappear like that?
U.S. authorities immediately launched an investigation. However, no one remembered what had happened. Strangely, the people on board seemed to suffer from collective amnesia. The police brought in a doctor to examine the crew.
He was a mature and handsome white man in his thirties, with a very friendly smile on his face.
"Dr. Henry, have you found anything?" the agent in charge of the case (the predecessor of the FBI) asked the doctor who had been invited to examine the crew.
"I'm not entirely sure. So far, I haven't detected any signs of drugs or harm on their bodies. So, if they have indeed forgotten something, it can only be psychological. They might have been hypnotized..."
"Hypnosis?" The agent clearly didn't believe in such a scam.
"Believe it or not, a skilled hypnotist can indeed induce a state of mental confusion, causing people to ignore or even forget certain things. However, I have never seen such a large number of people and such perfect results. I'm sorry, I need to go back and check some information before I can give you a final answer."
"Okay, keep in touch."
Henry returned home alone. A young and beautiful woman came out.
How's work?
"It didn't go very smoothly. Something strange happened today." After saying that, he told his wife about what happened at the dock without holding anything back.
Were all the missing people first class passengers?
"No, I'm certain that the number of people who disappeared from that ship is definitely more than just those. I've estimated it. Based on a normal voyage, the number of passengers on that ship is roughly half. However, the exact number hasn't been determined yet. I have a feeling that this incident could be very troublesome."
“Henry, your intuition has always been spot on. If you’re feeling uneasy, then just step back. No one can blame you. Adam’s grown up; you can’t take risks as recklessly as you used to. We need to give him a stable home.”
"I understand. I promise you, I will definitely not die in this incident."
"That's good." The woman said, gently straddling his lap. "Henry is staying at a friend's house tonight."
"Wow. Looks like we have plenty of time."
While Henry was making love with his beautiful wife, deep inside an underground bar in New York City, a man in his forties was listening to his subordinate's report.
Five Chinese people?
"This information came from our informant at the docks. The NYPD and the FBI should be aware of them now. But so far, no one has been able to pinpoint their exact location. No matter how formidable they are, they can always easily shake them off."
"...Interesting. Give me their final address."
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"Master, many people are watching us. It seems that news of what happened on the ship has spread."
"Then let's take Xiaohua to clean up the mess and mislead them a bit."
"Understood." Partridge Whistle personally took care of the matter. However, just as he left, Lu Xuan frowned slightly.
"There's someone watching the back of the apartment building. Go and deal with it."