SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God novel Chapter 423

Chapter 423: We’ll see who laughs last

The newcomer spread his arms wide as if presenting himself to the entire courtyard, his crimson-and-gold coat trailing behind him like flames. His hair blazed scarlet under the temple’s light, and a cocky grin stretched across his face.

"Reynard..." Michael’s voice was flat, molten eyes narrowing behind his golden mask.

"Tch. This bastard is also here." Viola scowled.

Reynard’s grin only widened at their reactions, his teeth flashing white against the fiery glow of his hair. He gave a mock bow, the tails of his coat flaring dramatically. "Ah, such a warm welcome from my dear friends. I’m touched. Truly."

Michael’s eyes glinted dangerously behind the mask. His tone was cold steel. "Don’t call us that."

"Oh, come now." Reynard straightened, clasping his hands behind his head in a deliberately careless gesture. "We all carry the same weight of the world, don’t we? North, South, West... what a lovely reunion this is. Only the East is missing. I wonder... will he show up too?" His gaze flicked knowingly between them, sharp despite the easy smile.

Viola scoffed. "Keep talking, Reynard. Let’s see if that pretty mouth of yours keeps smiling when I curse it shut."

Reynard laughed again, unbothered, tilting his head so the sunlight caught in his scarlet hair like fire. "Curse me? Here? In their temple?" He gestured casually at the towering effigy of the Sunfire God, its shadow sprawling across the courtyard. "Careful, dear Viola. Watch what you say. You don’t want to end up in prison on day 1 now, do you?"

While the three of them were chatting, the teleportation array once again lit up. This time, a new group of people arrived, and every single one of them was wearing a mask. There was no clear leader among them, and the group silently dispersed as soon as they arrived.

"Must be those Chinese fuckers. They never cooperate with anyone. Makes me wonder why we even include them in our little group." Reynard spat.

Michael’s molten eyes narrowed a fraction, his masked face tilting just enough to watch the dispersing figures. None of them so much as glanced toward Michael, Viola, or Reynard. They slipped into the crowd as if they had always belonged there.

"They don’t need to cooperate," Michael said finally. "Though we are allies, we are not of the same allegiance."

Reynard scoffed, shoving his hands into his coat pockets. "Tch. Always so mysterious, always so self-righteous. If you ask me, they’re snakes waiting to bite us the second we turn our backs. One day, that whole silent act is going to piss me off enough that I’ll—"

"Try it," Viola cut him off sharply, her silver eyes narrowing. "You won’t even see your own blood before they cut your throat."

For once, Reynard’s grin faltered, though only for a heartbeat. He leaned back with a mocking laugh, stretching as though unconcerned. "Fine, fine. Princess. I won’t say anything bad about them anymore. Hey, I am all for them. I love me some Chinese for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and I am not talking about food."

The men around him laughed at the vulgar remark, and the Sunfire priests at the temple gates finally stepped forward, their voices raised in warning. "Foreigners! This is sacred ground. Leave your quarrels outside the temple, or the wrath of the Sunfire God will fall upon you all."

Neither Michael nor Viola lingered around any longer. Along with their teams, they silently departed the temple.

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