Lord of Prayer-Chapter 197 - 152: Omega

Zhou Chen glanced at Old Yang, asking for his opinion. After all, his ex-girlfriend was on the other side.

With an unchanging expression, Old Yang aimed his two pistols at their target. "You're Steve, right? Who is the Blood Royal Prince of Hong City?"

"No comment."

Steve's expression was cold. This was one of the Blood Race's most protected secrets; there was no way he would reveal it to outsiders. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

"Why did the Crimson Sect attack you?" Old Yang asked again.

"The Blood Race and the Crimson Sect have never gotten along. Last month, we reported one of their branches to the Star Association and had it destroyed. It cost them a Steward and many followers. This is definitely their revenge." As Steve spoke, a hint of anger surfaced on his stern face. It was hard to tell if he was angry about the deaths of so many of his kind or because of the Crimson Sect's provocation.

"Who's the woman in the back? She doesn't have the scent of the Blood Race on her." Old Yang feigned ignorance, his muzzle shifting slightly to point at the woman in the blue evening gown standing behind the other Blood Race members.

"And who are you?" Steve retorted.

"Just tourists," Old Yang said calmly. "We just wanted to come up for some good wine."

After a moment of contemplation, Steve said, "Since we have no quarrel with each other, why don't we come to an amicable agreement? The Blood Race warmly welcomes distinguished guests.

We are deeply sorry for the attack you experienced. We will not hold you responsible in any way. On the contrary, we will offer you compensation."

'Compensation?'

Hearing this, Zhou Chen and Old Yang couldn't help but chuckle. They had killed so many of the Blood Race, yet their representative was actually offering them compensation?

"These fools relied on their power and status, ignored the laws of the Blood Race, and indulged themselves without restraint. They were a detriment to the stable development of our race. I've been trying to get rid of them for a long time, but unfortunately, each of them played an important role in society... In the end, you two have actually done me a great favor." Steve's tone was cold, showing no concern for the dead members of the Blood Race.

The members of the Blood Race in the hall were all low-level, inferior products converted from humans. The group led by Steve, on the other hand, were the high-level elites of the Blood Race. Pure, untainted noble blood flowed through each of their veins.

The Blood Race hierarchy is strict. As members of the High Level Blood Race, they naturally looked down on these inferior ones.

The only things of value about the low-level Blood Race members were the money, status, connections, and influence they possessed.

For so many "big clients" to die at once wasn't actually an unacceptable loss for the Blood Race.

First, the Blood Race had already squeezed enough benefits from them, so it wasn't a painful loss to discard them.

Second, eliminating this overly conspicuous trash was beneficial to the Blood Race's secrecy and would prevent them from attracting the iron fist of the Star Association.

As for the third reason, it was, of course, the two Ascenders standing before them.

Low-level Blood Race members were inferior in the eyes of the high-level ones, but that didn't mean they were weak. Dozens of frenzied Blood Race members swarming at once would have devoured a normal Ascender, leaving not even a scrap behind. Yet these two had gone on a killing spree, wiping out dozens of low-level Blood Race members completely...

This immense strength was the main reason for Steve's willingness to compromise.

"I will give each of you five million US dollars as compensation." Steve threw out a tempting offer. For the Blood Race, which had accumulated countless riches, this was a trivial sum.

Zhou Chen and Old Yang exchanged a look. Five million US dollars was no small sum.

'Play both sides?' Old Yang asked with his eyes.

'Play both sides!' Zhou Chen affirmed with a glance.

—First, take the compensation from the Blood Race, then take the reward from the Star Association!

In an instant, the two completed their silent communication and slowly lowered their weapons.

Zhou Chen took two steps back, wiped the blood from his hands on his clothes, and began rummaging through Old Yang's bag. He pulled out a notebook and a ballpoint pen, quickly scribbled down a dark web account number, then tore the page out. He playfully folded it into a paper airplane and threw it toward Steve.

"First, transfer the money to this dark web account."

Steve looked at a young Blood Race member beside him. The young man understood and took out a sheet of parchment from his coat.

"As long as you sign this contract and guarantee you won't leak what happened here to anyone, we will transfer the funds immediately. You two have surely heard of the Alchemy Tool known as the 'Peace Pact'," Steve said.

The so-called "Peace Pact" was one of the most common Alchemy Items on the market today. It could be found wherever transactions were involved.

The contents of a "Peace Pact" could be modified through mutual negotiation and required both parties to sign it voluntarily. Once signed, the Alchemy Tool would bind itself to the souls of both parties. Any attempt to leak information or violate the terms of the pact would result in irreparable trauma to the contractor's Soul.

Steve continued, "The terms of the contract are simple. You two cannot leak this information in any form, and we will provide compensation and promise that the Blood Race will not cause you any trouble. The contract will last for fifteen days. How does that sound?"

'Fifteen days. That's enough time for the Blood Race to clean up any traces. Even if these two report it to the Star Association, it won't affect the Blood Race by then.'

Zhou Chen and Old Yang silently made their calculations and nodded in unison.

Seeing this, Steve was the first to press his thumbprint onto the parchment contract. He then had the others press their prints one by one before finally tossing the parchment to Zhou Chen.

Zhou Chen carefully examined the parchment contract. After confirming the contents were correct and that there were no hidden tricks, he pressed his handprint on it and passed it to Old Yang.