Graham de Vanily

He chuckled, "with what? Love?" he scoffed.

"Love won't do shit in this world, all that matter is power and money," he bent down and grabbed her jaw as Blood Hunter stood there without moving an inch--afraid something will happen to her.

"Don't you know? Power and money are the only things everyone craves, and everyone is just the same in front of them, while love? Love will only destroy you."

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France, the city of love? No, the title was gone long, long ago, the city was now in the hand of the mafias, especially two of the most powerful were the Blood Hunter and Chat Noir.

The mafias never showed their faces in public except for their closest ones. But, in this world, they can't trust anyone that easily--tricks were everywhere.

Blood Hunter and Chat Noir are friends but have opposite personalities. Blood Hunter was a nickname everyone gave to him--since he was so ruthless. He made killing people seemed to be as easy as breathing. No one knew his real name except his friend, Chat Noir.

Chat Noir was flirty and horny, rumors said, he almost slept with all the women in France. No one knew their faces, even their fellow mafias.

The totally two different personalities matched perfectly as a friend, together, they will soon get France under their control, of course, there will always be someone to interrupt.

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"Why did you...... why did you behave like a maniac back there?" she whispered.

"Because in this world, we need to behave more than who we are or you'll be trampled by others."