Rebirth: The Strong Pregnant Lady

Klaus could not deny that the French Quarter was indeed 'orderly and harmonious' under Marcel's rule.

Marcel took his hand as if he were treating a good friend.

The act of blood sucking continued. The wild party slowly moved towards a high tide. The crowd's mood was confused and satisfied.

"Klaus, look here, everything …" He spread his hands to indicate that their night of ecstasy had never stopped. Marcel looked at Nickos affectionately and said, "You want to join, too. You want to stay for a while." ...ok No problem! Mine is also yours, but in the end, it's still mine. "

Marcel stressed with determination, "My home, my family, and... My rules. "

Marcel wanted Klaus to obey his rules, and Elijah didn't even have the strength to sigh.

Elijah felt that Marcel's actions had stimulated his brother to the brink, and there, his poor brother, his eyes began to glow red.

Klaus looked around, his lips curving into a smile as if he had caught sight of prey. "What if someone breaks this rule?"

"They have to die."

Klaus looked him in the eye and frowned.

"Only the weak would show mercy. You were the one who taught me this." "Marcel said to Klaus, smiling and looking at him with his white teeth." I'm not a prince, my man... I am the king! "

Seeing that Klaus was still alive and looking down on him, Marcel became agitated, "You have to respect me a little."

Having ripped off the outer skin of friendliness, men were, in reality, just beasts that contained power and ambition.

Klaus nodded, bared his teeth quickly, and bit down on a vampire in seconds — Marcel's left hand, Thierry.

Thierry had a big hole in his neck. His face was ashen, and his eyes were pale.

He was still alive, but he was still alive. The poison had spread far and wide.

The bright blood at the corner of Klaus' mouth was like a successful prank. "Your friend will die on the weekend, which means I broke your rules …" It's a pity that you can't kill me. "

Marcel was so angry that he couldn't say anything, but Niklas continued to bring up the reality fearlessly.

"Because I will never die."

Yes, Marcel had his teeth tightly clenched. The ancestors of the Vampires were immortal, they … A monster that could not be killed.

"Who has the final say now? My Marcel. "

Elijah realized with a headache that his brother had begun to lose his temper again. The wind blew and he was gone.

When Klaus left the party laughing, Marcel did not stop him because he had chosen to check on his men first.

A leader. Many times, they had to show it to others. Everyone was looking up at him … Especially against a bunch of stupid vampires.

Elijah didn't choose to talk to Klaus about the deal when he was angry. He took out his cell phone and told his other family.

Elijah walked idly down Rousseau Street, one hand in his hand and the other in his pocket, the creases between his eyebrows. "He's messed everything up again," he shouted, "he's willing to give up everything, Rebecca."

Rebecca, who was resting in her bathrobe in the hotel room, did not even raise her eyebrows. She had already guessed that her brother, the wicked Klaus, would hold a pregnant woman in his arms and laugh foolishly.

"Wake up, Elijah, what's so strange about that?"

Elijah agreed with her with a headache, but he had different opinions. "I can see that he's gaining power, and he's venting his anger with impunity."

Rebecca pursed her lips and sorrowfully remembered the last time she had seen Klaus in such a temper. Two hundred years had passed in a single breath.

"Then let him have his way. Come back, Elijah."