The Girl Who Reincarnated as a Vampire Heiress

If it weren't for this Little Wolf bumping into her, Chloe's head would likely be cracked open by now.

The Werewolf Race was clearly still very afraid.

He stammered tremblingly: "It... it was me..."

"Don't kill me!"

Chloe: "..."

She said irritably: "I'm not that idle, killing people everywhere."

After saying this, Chloe looked left and right, and finally unable to bear it anymore, she sat down directly on the ground, leaning carelessly against the wall. She tilted her head and asked:

"Come on, tell me, how did you end up locked in Brut Military Academy?"

The werewolf shrank back a couple of times, and finally stuttered:

"They... they were all escaping, I fell behind a few steps, and got locked up."

Hearing this, Chloe narrowed her eyes slightly and asked casually:

"Oh? What were you doing at the time, running so urgently?"

The werewolf's face turned red, and he spoke as quietly as Wen Rui:

"Ex... experiments."

"Ah—" Chloe said meaningfully, "Doing experiments again, huh?"

At these words, the werewolf trembled and dared not say anything more.

The fear of Chloe seemed to be rooted in his bones, along with the sensitivity to the word "experiment." He now refused to say anything else.

How could Chloe give up such a good source of information? She immediately comforted him:

"What are you worried about? Don't worry, I don't eat people, and I won't kill you. I just want to have a good talk with you, that's all."

After saying this, Chloe cleared her throat and coaxed:

"Come on, tell me, do you like doing experiments?"

The werewolf timidly raised his head to look at her, then slowly shook his head:

"No... I don't like it."

Chloe raised an eyebrow: "Why don't you like it?"

"Because I'm not good at it." As he said this, the werewolf fidgeted with the seams of his pants and said in a low voice, "I... I'm not very good physically, and I'm not good at experiments either."

He made a bitter face: "They all say I'm useless, so I dislike doing experiments even more."

During physical training, although his performance was at the bottom, at least he wouldn't lose too badly.

But when it came to doing experiments, he truly had no experience at all, and was always mocked.

Chloe seemed to understand something vaguely, and asked again: "Then do you know what kind of experiments they were doing?"

The experiment she was referring to wasn't from before, but specifically the one they were doing at the school before the war started.

The werewolf's fingers trembled, and then he lowered his head deeply.

This reaction... it seemed he did know.

Chloe sighed.

Who knew that as soon as she sighed, the werewolf would be scared half to death, hurriedly saying through tears and snot:

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I'm not a bad person!"

"I can't do experiments!"

"I even ate instant noodles secretly during experiment class, I never paid attention in class!"

Chloe: "..."

Well, fair enough. How bad could someone who secretly ate instant noodles during class be?

"I have no intention of killing you," Chloe reassured him. "I told you, I never kill people indiscriminately."

"Mm... mm."

The werewolf nodded obediently, but it was clear that he was still very nervous.

But that's understandable. Chloe felt that her first impression on others didn't seem to be very good.

But that wasn't important now.

The most important thing now was...

Chloe sat down on the ground, placed her hands with silver handcuffs on her knees, looking as if she was peacefully waiting for death.

Not far away, the sound of someone else's footsteps was getting closer and closer.

In the dim space, accompanied by the creaking sound of the old door being opened, a bright beam of light finally shone in.

Chloe immediately took advantage of this light to carefully examine her surroundings.

It was a bit messy, with some dust, but not particularly dirty.

Chloe glanced at her own clothes; sure enough, the hem of her clothes and pants were already quite dirty.

She frowned in disgust, then raised her head to look at the person who had just entered.

That familiar figure came into view, and Chloe instantly became amused:

"Well, if it isn't the guy with only half a jaw?"

The Black Robed Man who had originally come to mock: "..."

He gritted his teeth: "That's enough, I advise you to understand your current situation clearly."

"Right now, you're nothing but our prisoner."

Chloe: "Oh, and then what?"

She looked at the Black Robed Man with innocent and bewildered dark red eyes.

After a while, Chloe had a sudden idea:

"Why don't you take off your cloak and hood? I want to see what you look like."

The Black Robed Man: "..."

He slightly parted his lips: "Dream on."

As soon as he finished speaking, the wooden door was pushed open again.

This time, it seemed to be a few minions who entered:

"Sir, shall we proceed now?"

The Black Robed Man raised his hand to stop them, then half-squatted down, using the hand covered by his wide robe sleeve to grasp Chloe's chin, and then used those eyes that may or may not be able to see to look at Chloe at eye level:

"Do you know what they're holding in their hands?"

Chloe honestly shook her head.

The Black Robed Man chuckled:

"It's a poison that can make all your muscles and bones dissolve."

"Once they force you to drink it, even if you have a will of steel, you'll be rolling on the ground in pain."

Chloe shrugged her shoulders:

"Ah? That's so scary."

The Black Robed Man: "..."

He gritted his teeth, his knuckles cracking as he clenched his fist, apparently furious.

After a long while, the Black Robed Man spoke again:

"Since you're scared, then be a good girl and listen to me."

"If you beg me now, call me 'dear daddy' and ask me to spare your life, I won't let them feed you this poison. How about that?"

Chloe, without any psychological burden:

"Dear daddy, please spare my life."

"If you spare my life today, I'll be your ox and horse in the next life, your permanent free labor. Please spare me, please spare me!"

Everyone: "..."

Not only did she say it without any psychological pressure, but she also improvised on the spot, making it sound even more sincere.

The few followers behind holding the poison hesitated:

"Then... what about this?"

The Black Robed Man waved his sleeve:

"I keep my word. Take that stuff back."

The followers were a bit troubled:

"But... but the Boss personally said to give it to her..."

"Are you going to listen to him or to me?"

The followers instantly fell silent.

In the midst of the silence, the impatient voice of the Black Robed Man rang out:

"Besides, it's just one bottle of poison. Without this one, I naturally have other ways to torment her."

"All of you, get out!"

The followers didn't dare to say anything more and hurriedly retreated.

The door was closed, and the room once again fell into silence.

The Black Robed Man's voice was gloomy:

"Nothing else to say?"

Chloe nodded honestly:

"I do."

Before the Black Robed Man could ask what it was, Chloe eagerly inquired:

"With your eyes covered by the cloak, can you really see anything?"

"Do you even have eyes?"

The Black Robed Man: "..."

He stood up, glaring darkly at Chloe, and after a while said:

"You'd better stay put here."

With that, he turned and left.

The brief moment of light was cut off.

The werewolf, who had been playing dead all this time, now tremblingly opened his eyes, and then heard a "clink clink" sound from beside him.

He turned his head.

He saw Chloe raise both hands, twisting them in an extremely tricky and flexible posture.

With that posture, the handcuffs fell to the ground.

The dark-haired, red-eyed girl flexed her hands a couple of times, then pulled out a piece of oily paper from her mouth. She looked down at the werewolf on the ground, the corner of her lips curling up:

"Why are you making such a pitiful expression?"

"Don't worry, Sister will take you out of here."