As evening approached, and with no more UV harm, Goody and Stacy brought Mike to a commoner's inn.
Most of the Vampires gathered by Goody were "good" Vampires, yet "good" for a Vampire meant being incompetent.
Therefore, their Vampire Mutual Aid Society was severely underfunded, and their organizational activities usually took place in small inns.
Upon entering the inn's compartment, several weak Blood Servants were already there.
They looked only slightly better than beggars.
Mike, accompanied by Needy and Tina, walked directly to the chairs at the front of the gathering and sat down; a small podium stood before him.
As time passed, Vampires arrived one after another, but their ranks were not high; most were Blood Servants, with a few other miscellaneous Baron-level Vampires.
From the situation, it seemed that Goody, also a miscellaneous Baron-level Vampire, was likely the strongest member of this mutual aid society.
"Goody, what's going on?" Avery asked the organizer of the event, looking at the imposing young stranger on the stage.
Yes, during the day, Mike had Goody and Stacy temporarily organize this exchange meeting, asking them to call over all the Vampires they knew.
"You'll know in a moment," Goody's eyes darted a bit when faced with her "old friend's" question.
She was truly embarrassed to tell the other Vampires in the mutual aid society that their organization was about to be completely taken over.
Another half an hour passed, and when the seats below the mutual aid society were almost full, Mike, who had been sitting cross-legged enjoying Tina's massage, stood up and walked to the podium.
This podium used to be where the Vampires of the mutual aid society exchanged their "vegetarian" experiences.
At this moment, the attention of the dozens of Vampires below was already focused on Mike.
The Vampires who came here were mostly in a similar situation to Goody, being mostly vegetarian Vampires who had never drunk human blood.
Without blood, there was no energy, leaving them all pale with sunken eyes, truly looking more like "ghosts" than humans.
Mike, in his expensive suit and elegant demeanor, seemed out of place here.
"Who are you?"
Sure enough, a Vampire finally couldn't help but ask the question that had been on Avery's mind.
Through their shared senses, they could feel that the young man on stage was not a Vampire.
"My name is Mike, and I am the captain of the MIB's X Squad…" Mike first introduced himself, somewhat satisfied with the Vampires' reaction below.
These Vampires knew he was human, yet they suppressed their natural urge to drink blood.
"Next, I will explain the MIB's handling of you," Mike organized his thoughts and continued, "Vampires who have not harmed humans can register their information with me and then be monitored by the X Squad…"
"If you have difficulties in life, you can also seek help from us. You only need to work for me to obtain food…"
With just a little blood, Vampires could work non-stop around the clock; where else could such cheap labor be found?
Of course, Mike wasn't that heartless; they only needed to work twelve hours a day to receive one expired blood bag.
As for job positions, shoe factories, handicraft factories—as long as a black cloth was pulled up, Vampires could go to work.
"Is the food you mentioned human blood?" Avery asked the question he cared about.
Although the Vampires here were vegetarians, it was out of "necessity." If someone was willing to provide them with human blood, most Vampires here would likely not refuse.
"Yes," Mike gave a definite answer.
The King Investment Group, having invested in the medical industry, had no difficulty obtaining a batch of expired blood bags from various hospitals.
"Where does your human blood come from?" Avery, who looked somewhat old, continued to press.
Compared to the other "vegetarian" Vampires here, Avery's Vampire life was clearly better.
He used his former identity as a chef to work in a raw food store, where he could enjoy the blood of various animals daily.
Although he also craved human blood, Avery's humanity told him that he could not harm the innocent for his own desires.
"That's not a concern of yours. I can only guarantee that the blood's origin is legitimate…" Mike, having already collected the trait, did not explain too much to these Vampires, and then said, "Alright, now, those among you who have not harmed humans can come to me to register."
After this period of fermentation, the MIB had gradually been accepted by people.
Vampires who were well-informed also knew of such an organization.
Therefore, although Mike's attitude seemed a bit harsh, the Vampires of the mutual aid society below did not react much.
Instead, there was a feeling of being "incorporated" by an organization.
After a moment of silence, the Vampire named Avery was the first to come forward, report his information, and accept the MIB's monitoring.
Mike, of course, handed over the registration work to Tina, while he himself sat back down in his chair.
...
"Are these all Vampires inside?" Outside the compartment, Joe looked at the dozens of Vampires in the room, his face showing an expression of disbelief.
A staunch materialist suddenly encountering so many Vampires indeed required time to slowly accept.
"Not just Vampires, there should also be Werewolves in the city we live in," Van said to his son with some relief, "When we get home, I'll give you our ancestors' demon-hunting notebook; you should read it carefully. When I retire, you can take over my work."
Van used to work for the police, and only started working as a demon hunter after retirement.
Now, when he spoke of retirement, he meant retiring from the demon hunter profession.
"I, I will try my best…" Joe secretly glanced at the beautiful Vampire Stacy in the room, his eyes gradually becoming firm.
However, he did not know that the Van Helsing bloodline also possessed extraordinary characteristics; people of their surname, if free from illness or disaster, could easily live for over a hundred years.
In other words, Joe would need at least forty to fifty more years to take over his father's position.
On the other side, among that group of vegetarian Vampires, there were indeed "exceptions" who had harmed humans.
Several Vampires exchanged glances when no one was looking, and then, noticing Needy with her silver-plated alloy twin blades on the stage, they all silently chose to "flee."
Nearly another hour passed, and the identities of all the Vampires in the room were registered.
Just then, the room door was pushed open, and fully armed X Squad members entered, escorting four Vampires.
Without a doubt, these four Vampires were the ones who, with guilty consciences, had tried to escape earlier.
"Have you harmed human lives?" Mike walked up to the four Vampires and directly questioned them.
With his abilities of hypnosis and mind-reading, he quickly identified the "pests" within the mutual aid society.
Then, three Vampires who had clearly harmed humans were mercilessly beheaded by Van.
As the smell of blood rose, most of the Vampires in the room trembled in fear, while a small portion bared their fangs.
"Three…"
"Two…"
"One!"
As the countdown ended, those Vampires unwilling to retract their fangs were instantly struck down by John and the other two.
Facing silver buckshot, these weak Vampires were no different from ordinary people.
Amidst the Vampires' wails, the conflict showed signs of escalating.
"It seems some of you still have objections?" Mike looked up at the Vampires, who were agitated because their companions were harmed.
Under his powerful aura, the originally enraged Vampires gradually lowered their heads under his gaze.
Of course, there were exceptions.
Goody couldn't hold her back, and the young, beautiful Vampire Stacy walked out: "Why? Haige and the others are good people."
The "Haige" she referred to was one of the Vampires who had bared their fangs earlier.
At this moment, the other party lay on the ground, having been shot four times; although not in immediate mortal danger, the wounds caused by the silver bullets would continuously inflict a burning pain upon it.
"I also want to know why…" Mike said calmly, "What exactly did I do wrong to make them mistakenly think they could bare their fangs at me?"
Unlike the MIB monitoring aliens, Mike had full confidence in his own strength. Therefore, his monitoring of Vampires or Werewolves would be stricter.
To put it bluntly: with greater ability comes greater power.
"Then why did you kill those three? Perhaps they had their reasons…" The naive Stacy had clearly fallen into a fallacy, believing that all Vampires in the mutual aid society were "good people."
Although she had seen Mike use [Hypnosis] earlier, she still believed her "companions" had their reasons.
As for Stacy, she was still in high school a dozen years ago when she was transformed into a Vampire by the Vampire Queen.
After becoming a Vampire, she had the most contact with Goody, a "good" Vampire, so her thinking was still clear.
It is very difficult to convince someone with such simple thinking who has already made up their mind about something.
Seeing Mike's expression turn serious, Joe, while his father wasn't looking, quickly stepped forward and pulled the beautiful Vampire to the side.
He performed a hero-saving-the-beauty act.
Honestly, if Stacy hadn't been drinking rat blood for over a decade, she was actually quite beautiful.
"Identity registration is complete. Those who need assistance can stay; others may leave," Mike looked at all the Vampires again.
As for Joe's little scheme, he didn't pay much attention to it; after all, he wasn't some serial killer.
And the people Mike referred to as needing "assistance" subconsciously meant Vampires willing to stay and work for "food."
Soon, after exchanging glances, one-third of this group of "vegetarian" Vampires left.
The remaining two-thirds of the Vampires chose to stay, including Goody, Stacy, and Avery.
It was clear that if circumstances allowed, Vampires very much wanted to drink human blood.
Based on this, Mike planned to later set aside a factory specifically for Vampires, allowing them to work separately.
As for managers, Van and his son would be very suitable.
"Congratulations on making the right choice," Mike smiled after figuring this out, then took out a row of [Anti-Vampire Serum] and said, "As a benefit of joining the group, you also have the right to choose to become human again."
"And this potion in my hand can restore your human bodies…"
After extensive experimentation and improvement, Dr. Karen, the Black female doctor who joined the MIB, had developed a perfect [Anti-Vampire Serum].
This potion could clear the Vampire toxins from infected miscellaneous Vampires.
Of course, it was limited to recently infected Vampires; an "old" Vampire like Goody, who had been infected for over three hundred years, would instantly die of old age if injected with the potion.
After explaining the specific situation, several recently infected vegetarian Vampires chose the [Anti-Vampire Serum] and then joined the King Investment Group to work off the cost of the potion.
The other "old" Vampires who remained also joined the Group, receiving a "salary" of one blood bag per month.
...
"Now, tell me about your master. Where is she?" After arranging the vegetarian Vampires, Mike looked at Goody and Stacy.
The reason he sought out these two first was to use the two Vampires to uncover the Vampire Queen, who was hidden deeper behind them.
That Vampire Queen had already killed and dismembered many humans to satisfy her "appetite," with numerous reports in newspapers—"Perverted Murder Cases."
It should also be noted here that only a Vampire over a thousand years old and above the Baron rank can be called a Vampire Queen.
From this, it was clear that the Vampire behind Goody and Stacy must be extraordinarily powerful.