Progenitor Vampire: I Have Many Skills!

"You bastard, what the hell are you planning!?" He stood up again, raising his voice a little.

"How can you bring in someone you can't trust!? Do you want the plan to fail? Since the beginning of the Plan, you've been avoiding killing, and you're leaving all the work to me; what's your plan?!" he shouted angrily and pointed it squarely at him.

Matthew smiled, "Well, don't yell. Even though the guy is not to be trusted at all, and I may have to kill him at some point, for now, don't you think we could use a little manpower? I think that man will be able to be a good pawn and get into the clans faster than we can."

Jack Allen frowned after hearing this, and although he wanted to yell at him again, he had to admit that what this guy was planning wasn't bad. He didn't know how it was that Matthew met someone who could be used for a task like that in this place or at what point he did, but if it were real, it would be a tremendous relief to the plan.

"Tsk, if you're planning to have a powerful puppet, then you would have said so sooner." He retorted, annoyed, and sat down again.

"Is he coming today?" he asked again, looking sideways at him.

Matthew's relaxed attitude didn't change; he leaned back on the couch and shrugged. "Who knows? I've never even seen him before."

Jack Allen frowned as he stared at him. His eyebrows jumped a little in anger. 'This bastard...' In the end, Jack Allen didn't know if Matthew was just playing and teasing him or if he really hadn't seen the supposed collaborator.

Despite that, he didn't speak again. He felt that every time he did, this guy had a way of taunting him.

Subsequently, the hours began to pass, and the first day ended. During the night hours, Matthew and Jack moved through the city. They killed a few different people and, after that, returned to the abandoned house far from the center of town.

This was something that was repeated for three consecutive days, something Jack Allen found unheard of and senseless. No matter how much he wondered why Matthew was doing it, he still didn't understand.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

How was he so sure that this person he mentioned would come here?

The only clue Jack Allen had with this was that Matthew would occasionally shower the blood of these people in different alleys, although he would cover them up with dirt and such.

He would even sometimes leave the corpses directly, and although Jack could tell that he was trying to lure someone, as the address that marked that was this place, to this day, he still doesn't know who it was or if it existed.

Matthew didn't mention too much to him either, as to do so would be to reveal Mei's existence, as no one but her could know the exact street this guy would walk down.

And so another day passed in the same situation. The moment when Jack Allen would lose his temper and yell at Matthew was approaching, but it would not come.

Later that night, there was movement in the mansion, surprising Jack.

'What a powerful person!' He frowned and tried to see more, but before he could, Matthew pulled him back, disconcerting him, though he could not ask, for at that moment, a man appeared just where he had been.

'Amazing, he came from so far away to where I was in one movement. He must be one of the powerhouses of this place.' Jack Allen stared him up and down and frowned. 'Though his clothes tell me nothing about it. Who is he?'

That man wore the clothes of a man on the street. He wore patched rags and a cloak that had once been black, was now brown, and covered his face.

As soon as he arrived, the first thing he did was to look to the sides and notice the numerous corpses scattered there. There were corpses of young and old people; some were strong, others were weak.

He could see many of them, and he recognized all of them. That made him frown, and he looked at the two people there.

One of them he recognized. "Jack Allen." He frowned even more, but after looking at the other one who was pulling him and the one who seemed more confident, he couldn't recognize him.

"Looks like you're the one with the assassination plan. Do you know who they are?" He asked.

Matthew smiled. "Sons and close members of the Academic Clans and the Main Clans. Some are subordinates of the Leaders as well."

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When he said this, Jack Allen looked at him in shock. 'This guy...' He didn't know. It's not like he bothered to investigate either. He honestly didn't care who they were. All he cared about was completing the mission, and because of his father, he had to be after Matthew.

The man standing there frowned. "You're not too powerful to talk that way when you kill so many of those clans. Is the person next to you making you talk so confidently?"

Matthew smiled and shrugged. "Not recognizing greatness when it's right in front of you is one of the biggest ego mistakes, you know?"

"You say you are the greatness? That can be defined as ego, too."

Matthew laughed a little and agreed with him. "Don't be so serious. I'm aware of your thirst for revenge towards those guys' clans, so you don't need to ask why I killed them. You just need to know that I can help you take revenge if you help me. It will be an even exchange."

The man in front of him did not look away from him; he was trying to scrutinize him. "Help you? To take control of the City? It's no secret to anyone that the Allens have a lot of interest in the City of Clans, and if it weren't for the fact that there are dragons hiding here, they would have already tried to do it, " he replied.

Matthew shrugged. "It's not like I want to hide it either. According to my research, you've been waiting 500 or 600 years for the right time to take revenge on those who took the city from you, haven't you, Former Leader?"

"I heard that you were a soul in sorrow roaming the streets of the City of Clans, but no one could catch you, even though many had seen you. That makes me think you're still waiting for revenge to serve itself." Matthew shook his head after saying this as if disappointed.

"Revenge will not come to you so easily. Your enemies are getting more and more powerful, and you are stuck. Look at your side; doesn't that tell you something? I have a plan to take control, and your revenge will be taken at that time. If you don't help me, I will accomplish my task, and your revenge will never be taken. If you help me, you will be able to kill those who stole what belongs to you."

"It is your decision, but remember: You are 1,000 years old now. How long have you left?"