Old Mo, eating fish in a courtyard house, reigning supreme in Hong Kong.

Chapter 546: Princess Anne Knows About Vampires

"Okay, Bellek, thank you, my friend. The Wellmans Grand Hotel, right? Tell them I'll be there on time."

Old Mo put down the phone and couldn't help but sneer.

Life is getting more and more interesting. I originally wanted to sing "How Lonely It Is to Be Invincible," but now I realize I have rivals again.

Beside her, Princess Anne said worriedly, "Honey, we're finally facing these vampires."

Yes, Princess Anne knew about these vampires, so she was very worried.

Old Mo was taken aback and looked at Princess Anne.

"Honey, do you know anything about these vampires?"

Princess Anne nodded and said, "To be honest, I don't know much about them, but I've heard of this race."

Old Mo immediately became interested.

"Come on, tell me in detail."

Princess Anne nodded and said seriously, "This race is very powerful; they are the kings of the night. In fact, this race originated in England."

In England, there exists a similar group of people. They are immortal, some even living for over a thousand years.

They are impervious to swords and guns, possessing unparalleled fighting prowess. Ancient martial arts masters and fighting champions are nothing but trash before them. Their only weakness is that they cannot venture out during the day.

Upon hearing this, Lao Mo became even more interested.

Princess Anne continued, "They have a strict hierarchy, generally divided into three levels. The highest level is the grandfather generation, usually a leader with a group of elders. There aren't many of these people, but their fighting power is terrifying."

They possess the ability to fly and burrow underground, and can kill an elephant with a single punch, or even more.

Then there are the second-level leaders, whose combat power is also terrifying, and there are quite a few of them. Their combat power is only slightly lower than that of their grandfathers.

Finally, there are the normal zombies. Even these normal zombies are beyond the capabilities of a normal person.

At the very least, five or six normal special forces soldiers couldn't defeat them. Therefore, even the government doesn't want to provoke this race.

Unless they possess a method to annihilate them in one strike, even allowing a few of them to survive would pose a significant threat.

Old Mo stared wide-eyed at Princess Anne in disbelief.

"Honey, are you telling me a myth?"

Princess Anne shook her head and said, "I'm not exaggerating. If this race weren't unable to reproduce on its own, and if they weren't restricted from going out during the day, they would have been the rulers of the earth long ago."

In our country, this race is supported by billions of dollars every year. Why do we spend so much money every year but dare not break ties with them?

As I said before, if we can't wipe them out in one fell swoop, the consequences will be too severe.

Old Mo stared wide-eyed, speechless.

"Isn't there any way to control them? What if they go out and harm society?"

Princess Anne said helplessly, "There's nothing we can do. We can only make an agreement with them that they can't kill people indiscriminately. As long as they obediently follow the agreement and drink animal blood every day, that's fine."

In fact, the vampires in our country are quite well-behaved. They drink pig's blood every day and don't cause trouble.

But the situation is different in the United States. They don't rely on the government for support; instead, they control more than half of the country's wealth.

Even the money printing industry is controlled by them. So this time we're here to seize their profits, and they're not going to let go.

Old Mo couldn't help but laugh.

"An ancient vampire family, interesting."

Princess Anne smiled and said, "Actually, we don't need to worry too much. Although these vampires are powerful, they also have natural enemies."

Old Mo's eyes lit up, and he quickly asked, "Do people like them have natural enemies?"

Princess Anne nodded and said, "Yes. Honey, have you ever heard of the Papacy?"

Old Mo asked疑惑地问道, "What is their relationship with the Vatican?"

Princess Anne laughed and said, "The Holy See is specifically designed to subdue vampires. For thousands of years, the Holy See has possessed weapons specifically designed to subdue vampires and has been hunting down this race all over the world."

From the Vatican's perspective, they are righteous, and vampires are evil. If we find the vampires' lair, one phone call and the Vatican will immediately send people over.

This is probably the biggest reason why this race, like rats in a sewer, always hides and doesn't come out.

Old Mo was stunned once again.

Goodness, this is getting more and more fantastical. So this is the real Western world!

Old Mo asked, "If we can't beat them, can we call the Vatican? Do you have any way to get in touch with the Vatican?"

Princess Anne nodded: "Yes, that's fine. But you'll have to call my mother first."

Old Mo stroked his chin, finding it increasingly interesting.

"Okay. I'll go see this Morgan Duras guy tomorrow night. Don't worry, even if I can't win, I can still run away."

Princess Anne quickly replied, "I'm not worried. I'll go with you tomorrow night. In fact, I've never seen these vampires before, and I'm very curious."

"Okay. Let's go rest then!"

The two ran into the space, into their room, and went to sleep.

The following evening, at eight o'clock, Old Murdoch and Princess Anne arrived at the Wellmans Hotel on time.

It was a very large private room. The couple couldn't help but frown as they entered.

Yes, as soon as they entered the private room, they smelled an indescribable odor.

The smell is somewhat like that of an old person, but more like the smell of a corpse.

The two frowned and looked across the round table.

Across the table sat an old man, and behind him stood four slightly younger men.

They look no different from humans.

Their common characteristic was that they were thin, extremely thin, skin and bones, with pale faces. It was very unsettling to look at.

The round table was empty; they hadn't ordered any food. Perhaps it was because they weren't eating.

There's no doubt now, these are definitely real vampires.

"Hello, Your Highness Prince of Hong Kong. I am Morgan Duras, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Before Lao Mo could even sit down, the old man opposite him stood up and extended his withered old hand.

He had a smile on his face, but he looked even more terrifying.

Old Mo wasn't afraid of him and reached out to shake his hand.

"Mr. Morgan Duras, hello, this is my wife, Princess Anne."

There was no conflict between the two parties. Instead, they greeted each other very politely before sitting down again.

Old Mo smiled and said, "Mr. Duras, you've called me all this way here, what can I do for you?"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Morgan Duras suddenly burst into laughter.