Rebirth: The Strong Pregnant Lady

"Let's go to war."

Klaus was extremely excited, and Rebecca immediately rolled her eyes. For the time being, she didn't say anything. However, it was obvious that this baby's father was more eager than anyone else to start the backup plan.

Rebecca ignored him and immediately disappeared. She was probably out searching for something to eat.

Bai Lu shut her mouth silently. She didn't want to know anything related to the backup plan anymore.

The peaceful days passed neither fast nor slow, and the only obvious change in the time it took to slip away was that the dewy belly was becoming more and more round and cute.

Klaus often spoke to it in the middle of the night. Although he didn't know how long it would take for him to come out, he was still healthy … Judging from its size and strength, it was indeed his child.

Bai Lu was tormented to the point of being uncomfortable. Unknowingly, she had become delusional. However, because of the child's special breed, she couldn't even carelessly go to the hospital to have a look.

No doctor in the French Quarter would dare examine a pregnant wolf woman? Bai Lu could only reluctantly console herself. With her three-legged cat's medical skills, it was fortunate that her baby was doing her best.

As expected, the main reason for this was that the ancestral mixed blood and werewolves were too powerful in nature.

The seaport city of New Orleans was a subtropical humid climate, especially in summer, with high temperatures and heavy rains. Its vicinity was rich in minerals such as oil, natural gas, sulphur, salt mines, and even the suburbs were rich in wood and cotton, sugar cane, and rice.

Marcel now ruled New Orleans as a wonderful tourist city.

Marcel grew up in New Orleans. He knew that this unique city was like a unique person. It had its own unique personality, temperament, spirit, and soul.

Klaus wanted this city, and Marcel would not allow it. It was his kingdom.

Marcel was preparing a charity ball, his dressmaker was tailoring a suit for him, and he looked at himself in the mirror.

"Disgusting. I'm too good-looking in a suit." The atelier who was kneeling by the side blushed. Marcel had quite the masculine charm towards mature ladies.

They were very good friends. A few decades ago, Marcel had transformed Thierry, and Marcel had saved his life more than once.

There was a sound from the news, as if the two tourists who had been reporting the disappearance, and Marcel glanced at it. Josh was his men now.

"My men at the docks will stand out as witnesses to the fact that they've seen the two drunk men fall into the Mississippi."

Marcel smiled in satisfaction and adjusted his collar. The white border was black with a black background. The suit made him look extremely beautiful. "That's pitiful. They will be investigated for weeks."

Thierry admitted that he also sympathized with the innocent tourists. "But no one is going to look around here." Their only goal was to rationalize the disappearance of the tourists, to make it a trifle more trivial, to disappear and even become meaningless to investigate.

"Very well," Marcel said, nodding his satisfaction to the dressmaker. "Considering that one died in a trash can behind the county morgue, and the other is now a vampire."

Tieri's eyes also lit up with laughter, as if he was a good child who had received praise.

"Is there anything else I can do?" Marcel looked down at his suit dresser and shook his head. The woman shook her head, and for some reason the needle was turned away.

"Aooo!" Her surprised voice was filled with shyness and surprise. Her blood had been cut out.

"Darling, let me do it." Marcel knelt down, took her hand, sucked the blood from her mouth, and in a good mood gave her quite a few tips.

The lady, who was holding the suit, had completely forgotten what she had just heard. She just remembered that she had met a man who was so generous and also had such a gentleman's grace and charisma — Marcel.

"Oh ~ ~ Marcel, he really is the king of this small town." The clothing master with his face covered floated away.

"One more thing. I sent four Night Vampires to investigate the appearance of a werewolf in the French Quarter, but they haven't been heard from since." "That's right," Marcel said.

Marcel's expression turned cold. No matter how many of his subordinates there were, they couldn't be reduced like that. "Then last week, a total of ten Night Vampires died."

This was a huge damnable loss. Marcel's good mood had been ruined. Who was it?

"Do you think the werewolves want to come back here and cause trouble?" Marcel asked Thierry for his opinion. He felt that the situation had not been peaceful recently. There had been no werewolves in the area for many years.

What was their purpose in coming back?

It had to be said that the situation had become more and more lively. The progenitor, the werewolf, the witch and the scum of the human race, his business kingdom had truly annoyed him. Marcel tore off his suit and impatiently thought.

It was clear that Thierry's mind was on the opposite side of Marcel's, and his attention was on Klaus. "I think... That, "Thierry gave Marcel a probing look. Being cautious, he still wanted to say something," I know you and Klaus are friends, but the fact is, ever since the ancestors appeared … "

Before he could finish his sentence, Klaus, this Cao Cao, appeared behind them, disrupting the entire atmosphere. "Shut up, Thierry."

The discussion between Marcel and Thierry had to be suspended. Marcel turned back to his suit, but Thierry was wary of Klaus.

He had always felt that Klaus was not simple. Even if he killed Tieri, he would not believe Klaus.

"Are you still angry with me for giving you a small, poisonous werewolf wound?" Klaus did not take him seriously at all. He had always been unscrupulous in his actions. "I thought it was a grudge of the past," he said.

"Why is Klaus here?" Thierry asked Marcel incredulously. "You're giving him the privilege of freedom of movement in this area, too?" The area was a secret restricted area that only Marcel's cronies could enter, not Klaus's back garden, and he could come and go as he pleased.

"That's right," but Klaus took it for granted that no one cared where he went, "My family and I used to live here... We built this place. In fact, Marcel and I were the ones who … "

Klaus seemed to have been trying to provoke Thierry, who was acting more and more strangely and directly toward the behavior of Marcel's trusted aide.