"Yes, you guessed it right, I don't plan to join the blood clan."

Li Ang stretched and said casually: "Then what are you going to do? Kill me? Imprison me? Or brainwash me?"

Sir Humphrey Applebill's face became gloomy, his well-tailored suit collar was windless, and his corrosive blood could linger around him, dipping the air into a crimson red.

According to the convention of martial arts novels, there must be great masters (ethnic maids or eunuchs) in the palace to lurk and protect the emperor carefully - this Secretary-General of the British Empire Cabinet who graduated from Bailey College of Oxford University, was also a red flower double stick and gold medal thug in the blood clan in his early years, and was no stranger to fighting and fighting.

Li Ang in front of him made a sharp sound, but in his perception, he was just an ordinary person with no extraordinary ability.

As long as Sir Apbill is willing, he can kill the opponent's square on the spot and tear apart the corpses within a quarter of the incense stick.

"Enough, Humphrey."

The clear female voice interrupted Sir Apbill's murderous intent, and the vase-like Prime Minister Rachel Ross spoke, "Mr. Li Ang is my guest, you can retreat."

The Secretary-General of the Cabinet did not move, and together with the executive secretary of other departments, he still stood silently in his place, like clay sculptures and wood sculptures.

"I said, step down."

The female prime minister repeated it, his tone was plain and quiet, as if he was explaining a tasteless fact.

For a moment, the house was silent, and only the gentle breeze was left to tease the branches and leaves of the potted plants.

Li Ang looked at the scene in front of him with great enthusiasm, and even picked up a piece of scone when he had time and chewed it in strawberry jam.

The conflict between the female prime minister, who is not a blood clan, and the representatives of the blood clan occurs in this house symbolizing the administrative center of the British Empire, with great black humor.

“….”

Sir Applebill looked gloomy and squinted his eyes quietly, and said gently: "Prime Minister, I'm afraid you don't realize that this kind of sheltering behavior will have some impact on the overall development of the blood clan..."

"I am the Prime Minister of the British Empire, not the alcoholic alcoholic on the street, knowing what I am doing, Humphrey."

The female prime minister interrupted the Vampire Minister and said calmly: "Now, please leave this reception room with others."

Sir Applebill said nothing, but gritted his teeth and stared at the female prime minister in a sinister manner. The crimson color boiled behind him, and the surging blood could almost corrode the air.

After a long time, he lowered his eyes, put his hands behind him, and said indifferently: "As you wish."

After saying that, the cabinet secretary-general gave other blood colleagues a look and left the room together.

The room became silent again. Li Ang, who had escaped by "luckyness", picked up the teapot, renewed a cup of tea for himself, and said with a smile: "What an interesting scene. I didn't expect that the Prime Minister today could have such great power to scold a blood clan elite who represented the thirteen clans."

"It makes you laugh."

Rachel shook her head indifferently and said in a harmonious voice: "In Britain, the Prime Minister is just a scapegoat for democratic elections. Voters can vent all their dissatisfaction on the Prime Minister's head and then pin their hopes on the next Prime Minister's election.

Only in this way can they deceive themselves into living in lies called ‘democracy’ and not find themselves in the terrible truth that has been fooled and manipulated for a long time.”

Li Ang smiled unquestionably and said casually: "So, how can you, the 'scapegoat', prevent yourself from being fooled and manipulated?"

"It's very simple, I reached a cooperation with the Vampire."

Rachel moved the chair forward, clasped her fingers and said calmly: "I had discovered their existence when I was not the Prime Minister yet.

The entrenched blood clans have eroded the ruling class of European countries and have become part of the continent. Any attempt to resist the rule of the blood clan will be hit by the state machine at the first time."

Li Ang raised his eyebrows, "So you plan to join them?"

“Not exactly.”

Rachel sighed and said, "At the beginning, I turned to other extraordinary forces, such as the Ministry of Magic in the Wizarding World, the Mage Alliance in the Wizarding World, etc.

However, these extraordinary organizations reached a ceasefire agreement with the Vampire centuries ago and would not impose sanctions - after all, in the eyes of those extraordinary people, everything in the Muggle world has its natural laws of change.

In desperation, I thought of a way, which is to improve the living conditions of the general public as much as possible under the framework of the blood clan's rule, so that the people will not let the blood clan slaughter and harvest unscrupulously like pigs and dogs."

Speaking of this, the young female prime minister exhaled a breath of turbid air, and a sad look flashed across his face.

Li Ang didn't say anything, just smiled "hehe" and said jokingly: "But, isn't this refugee introduced into Europe like you said to protect the people?"

"There is no way to introduce refugees. The initial plan proposed by the Thirteen Clans was to replace the races in Europe to provide food for divine blood, but the social turmoil caused was too great.

The stalemate that I barely maintains now is the result of my long consultation with the representatives of the blood clan, along with some politicians with more voice in European countries."

When Rachel talked about this, her tone did not seem so proud. She just stretched out her slender fingers like green, pinched her small nose bridge and said tiredly: "Demarcate refugee areas, restrict refugees from provoking trouble, stabilize the emotions of the British people, and realize a soft landing for ethnic changes and replacement.

I also know that these policy measures are all paper-made tigers, and they are just stopgap measures that are helpless. They are just barely painted and have their own appearances. If they do not reveal them, they can be perfunctory for a while.

Just like a dilapidated old house, we human leaders who act as papermakers can repair the gaps and make do with it. Even if the wind and rain are in a state of turmoil, we can still support the deal with it by cutting through several holes in the broken house and repair it at any time.

You are not a European, and you always don’t like the ragged pattern we have built, and you want to break it up casually.

But you have not prepared the building materials for building the house again. When the dilapidated house collapses, the layout is corrupt and uncontrollable. We papermakers can only look at the sorrowful people who are in vain and sad."

Rachel Ross's words come from the heart and sincere, and fall into the eyes of others. They really think they are the image of a hero who is "sad, sad, lonely, and depressed, and willing to bear the reputation of the country and the people."

"Thirty years, Hebei and Hebei have always been surprisingly similar in history."
Chapter completed!