Spoiled By the Young Master After Reborn In the 80s-Chapter 779: Seven hundred seventy-seven, panic

Xinge put down his knife and fork, picked up a napkin by his side, and wiped the corners of his mouth. He looked at Helritte with amusement, "I can offer you this opportunity, but first, I need to consult my mistress. If she is unwilling to speak with you, then there is nothing I can do."

"Thank you!" Helritte looked at Xinge with gratitude. His only hope now was to communicate with the other party and persuade them to spare his life. He was wealthy and powerful, but compared to Xinge, his rights and wealth paled in comparison. Most importantly, Xinge was no ordinary person and he was; he simply did not have the ability to resist Xinge.

"I’ll have someone bring a mobile phone to you," Helritte said, about to press a bell to summon a servant.

"No need!" Xinge took off the pendant hanging from his neck and, under Helritte’s astonished gaze, activated the communication talisman.

Soon after, a crisp and pleasant voice came from the communication talisman, "What is it?"

"Heavens! Is this also a phone?" Helritte couldn’t believe it, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

"My mistress! Helritte wishes to speak with you," Xinge immediately stated the reason for seeking Luo Shu.

"No need," Luo Shu rejected with a calm voice. The reason Xinge used the communication talisman to contact her was that he treated Helritte as a dead man, and only dead men wouldn’t leak secrets.

"Please give me a chance to talk with you. I won’t bother you again after this," Helritte pleaded anxiously. If Luo Shu refused to give him this opportunity, then he would no longer have any chances. He didn’t want to die, for once dead, he would lose everything.

Xinge rehung the pendant around his neck and looked at Helritte with a mocking smile, "Time’s about up, Capital Commandant Helritte, goodbye!"

"Lord Xinge! Please give me a chance. I can give you all my wealth," Helritte begged, making one last effort.

"With your death, that wealth becomes mine all the same," Xinge said with an evil smile, his slender, pale finger flashing with a metallic light, and long, sharp, golden claws emerged abruptly, like ten deadly daggers, exuding a bloodthirsty aura.

At the same time, the sound of flapping wings came from outside, mingled with shrill screams of agony.

Helritte closed his eyes in despair, waiting for death to come. Against others, he could resist, but how could he fight against this non-human being?

A sharp pain pierced his neck, and Helritte suddenly felt a difficulty breathing. He opened his eyes and saw blood spurting from his throat, the crimson liquid merging with the vivid wine in the glass before him, blending with the already bright grape wine. The color, so strikingly red, possessed an extreme yet beautiful allure.

Xinge picked up the glass of wine from the table, swirled it lightly, took a sip, and smiled, "Only with fresh blood does the wine taste the finest in this world."

Helritte’s breathing became more difficult, his face gradually turning deathly pale. Had he not been sitting in a chair, he would have already fallen to the floor. The feeling of slowly sensing death’s approach was truly unbearable, yet he could only passively accept it.

His body grew colder and colder, and as the blood rapidly drained away, Helritte felt his life nearing its end. If given the chance to choose again, he would definitely not have listened to Bailey and provoked Xinge. No! He should have not provoked the person behind Xinge. Alas, life is only granted once; when missed, it’s gone forever.

The President had just fallen asleep when the shrill ringing of the phone, along with urgent knocking, woke him up.

"Come in!" he frowned in displeasure, getting up and slipping into his slippers. There was no phone in his room, but the piercing bell from the next room still reached his ears, making him feel irritable.

The door was pushed open, and a tall, thin man walked in.

"Mr. President! Something has happened to Capital Commandant Helritte," the slim man approached the President and reported respectfully.

Hearing this, the President’s frown deepened, "What happened?"

"He’s dead," reported the slim man.

The President was momentarily stunned, then hastily asked, "The cause of death?"

"It was Lord Xinge of the Fan Zhuo clan, the Blood Emperor," said the slim man. The other party had made no attempt to disguise their actions; otherwise, they wouldn’t have sent so many bats.

"Do you know the reason?" the President asked. The Vampire Clan was a terrifying and powerful race that had always existed in this world. Every President upon taking office would sign a peace treaty with the Vampires, and he was no exception.

Because of this, the citizens of the Northern Federation had lived peacefully with the Vampires for centuries without any incidents of Vampires attacking humans.

This sudden move by the Vampires against Helritte definitely had a reason. He had met Xinge and found him to be a very polite gentleman.

"Capital Commandant Helritte invited Lord Xinge this time to help him kill two people from Yan Country because they had disrupted Helritte’s plans. The Commandant has more than once sent people to assassinate them, but after deploying his men, they would lose all contact," the tall, thin man said. This matter was not a secret; many people knew about it.

"You mean to say, Xinge killed Helritte because of those two from Yan Country, and Xinge might know them?" the President quickly grasped the crux of the matter.

"That’s unlikely. Those two from Yan Country have never been to the Northern Federation, and it’s improbable that Lord Xinge would have gone to Yan Country," the slim man analyzed.

The President nodded in agreement, "Notify everyone to convene a meeting." No matter the reason for Xinge killing Helritte, he had to meet with Xinge personally and negotiate to sign a new contract.

Upon receiving the notice, the officials hurried over. They were all aware of Helritte’s death and felt uneasy, uncertain whether Xinge’s actions were due to a personal vendetta or some other reason.

Everyone sat in the conference room, their faces heavy with gravity. Since receiving the news, none had been able to sleep.

"Does anyone have any thoughts on the matter?" the President looked at those present.

"If Helritte’s death is merely due to personal grievance, we need not worry too much. What we fear most is whether there is any ulterior motive behind the Vampire Clan’s actions," one of the officials spoke.

"That is precisely my concern. The Vampire Clan is powerful; if they want to do something, we are utterly powerless to resist it. The last time Country Y was attacked by the Vampires, the losses were devastating," another added.