The few vampires who stumbled out of the room, supporting themselves against the wall, had barely taken a few steps when they heard the reinforced door behind them being kicked open, slamming against the wall with a bang, shattering a large area of bricks.

An old woman in a suit and sunglasses walked out of the room. Her face was expressionless, and she held a metal-shafted, bone-bladed long qiang in her hand. She carried a loudspeaker that was blasting music, and a pale arm wielding firearms grew from her back.

The bizarre shape and distorted style made the blood slaves pause for a moment before they reacted.

Some drew handqiangs from their waists and fired,

while others transformed directly into burly, half-human, half-bat monsters, pouncing toward Li Ang.

Li Ang swept his long qiang, the steel qiang shaft striking the neck of the blood slave in the lead, breaking it outright.

Then, he activated the special effect of the bone-tipped, three-edged qiang, the qiang blade shooting out and piercing through the bodyguard behind, who was drawing his qiang to fire.

Then, it suddenly retracted, dragging the bodyguard over and slamming him like a flail, knocking down several blood slaves in the corridor.

At the same time, the arms behind him opened fire in unison.

Assault rifles suppressed the enemy with heavy fire, light machine qiangs swept wildly, sniper rifles delivered precise headshots, and xiàndànqiangs fired solid lead slugs, breaking the spines of some of the charging blood slaves in two.

The qiang fire ceased, and the entire corridor was cleared, with the blood slave bodyguards suffering a complete annihilation.

The ceiling, walls, and floor were covered with bullet marks that emitted wisps of smoke. Everywhere one looked was a sea of crimson red.

Li Ang kicked off the ground and sprinted forward,

while the arms behind him held the qiang with four arms, and the other four hands reached toward the ground, picking up the corpses of the blood slaves lying everywhere and storing them in the backpack inventory.

The Tzimisce family had a longer history and deeper foundation than the Miller family, and even the quality of their blood slaves was higher.

The corpses of these high-level blood slaves were valuable experimental materials, and it would be a waste to leave them here. The thrifty Miss Chai knew how to make the most of everything.

Li Ang ran along the corridor, following the scent of blood in the air, caused by the injuries and bleeding.

He rushed to the stairwell, kicked off the wall, leaped forward, grabbed the long qiang in one hand and the railing in the other, and spun his body violently. While somersaulting down the stairs, his feet stepped on the handrail, and he leaped out like a cheetah, chasing the scent of blood.

This corridor led to the vampires' meeting hall. The overall decoration was in a dark gold tone, and the style was luxurious and elegant.

Along the marble wall on the right side of the corridor were various cultural relic display cases, and the walls were hung with many expensive oil paintings. Taking out any one of them would be enough for an ordinary family to achieve financial freedom.

On the left side of the corridor were steel structural beams and floor-to-ceiling glass windows. Through the windows, one could see the dazzling night view of Frankfurt's myriad lights.

Caesar Tzimisce ran wildly along this corridor, his brilliant golden hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. His face, which had always been domineering and aloof, was twisted and frightened, and he no longer had his usual composure.

"Help! Someone, save me!"

He shouted hoarsely, his wide eyes filled with bloodshot veins.

Without him saying anything, the guards responsible for guarding the vampire meeting hall (the place where the Tzimisce family held important meetings, and where many family treasures were kept) at the corner of the corridor ahead also rushed out.

These guards were not blood slaves transformed from humans. Among them were young noble vampires belonging to the collateral branches of the family, as well as tamed high-level werewolves (vampires used money and materials to make some werewolves work for them).

When these guards heard the qiang fire from upstairs, some of them ran out to support, while the others continued to guard the hall.

Seeing familiar faces, Caesar Tzimisce's expression relaxed, and his heart, which had been frozen and huddled into a ball, stretched out again.

Da da da da da.

The dense sound of assault rifle qiangs echoed through the corridor, and a rain of bullets struck directly at Caesar Tzimisce.

Several werewolves directly manifested into the form of a bipedal giant wolf more than two meters tall, tearing off the rags-like clothes on their bodies with one hand and blocking their eyes with the other.

The curved werewolf hind legs stomped fiercely on the marble floor covered with a red carpet, and the entire wolf body blocked Caesar Tzimisce's path, meeting the bullets head-on.

These werewolf guards were quite confident that ordinary 7.62mm rifle zidàns, even if they could tear their skin, would get stuck in their strong muscles. Only silver bullets could cause real damage to them.

So, mere mortal bullets were simply...

Shit!

The werewolf guards discovered in disbelief that the ordinary bullets hitting them not only tore open their skin, but also inexplicably gnawed away a large chunk of flesh and bone around the bullet marks.

The special effect from the title skill, Flesh Cutting Machine, caught them off guard.

Half of the werewolf troops' bodies disappeared out of thin air, and blood gushed out like a fountain. All the werewolf guards showed expressions of confusion and fell into their own pools of blood.

"Be careful, her bullets are strange!"

A vampire guard shouted, and the red robe behind him fluttered violently, automatically detaching from his back and flying out to block the bat swarm Caesar had transformed into.

The rifle zidàns hit the red robe, as if falling into soft cotton, being carried forward by inertia for a while, and finally losing their remaining power and falling to the ground.

The robe also seemed to have lost its power, fading in color and falling to the ground.

Taking advantage of this brief respite, the swarm of bats that Caesar Tzimisce had transformed into finally flapped its wings and flew behind the guards.

Finally, he was safe.

He transformed back into human form, enduring the severe headache caused by the depletion of blood energy, breathed a sigh of relief, let the vampire guards block him from behind, and continued to move forward along the corridor, half-crawling and half-running.

He was the future star of the Tzimisce family, how could he die here?

The corridor was blocked by four vampire guards lined up in a row, each of whom exuded a stronger aura of blood energy than Caesar.

The expressionless Li Ang continued his sprint.

The second lung swelled like a bellows, drawing in oxygen.

In the reinforced blood vessels, blood roared like a flood.

The muscle fibers, tightly twisted together like steel cables, contracted and relaxed continuously.

The body, filled with adrenaline, was almost at a 30-degree angle to the ground.

Ta ta ta ta.

His feet stomped hard on the ground, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the marble floor tiles.

In the corridor, he charged toward the vampire guards, their shocked expressions seeming to slow down in his vision.

The four vampires raised their arms in unison, extending their palms and releasing thick blood plasma from their blood vessels, gathering it into a ball of hunyuan blood, which rapidly condensed and sharpened in mid-air, eventually transforming into a blood mirror that almost blocked the entire corridor.

All the bullets fired by the arm naga were blocked and corroded by the mirror.

Seeing that Li Ang was about to crash into the mirror, he reversed his long qiang, using the qiang handle to push against the wall, shifting his body to the left and crashing straight into the side of the floor-to-ceiling glass window.

At the same time, Miss Chai's arms retracted the qiangs, changed her palms into fists, smashed open the floor-to-ceiling glass windows,

and hooked onto the steel beams, swinging Li Ang like a swing, completing half a circle in the high altitude outside the building.

The outside wind howled, blowing against Li Ang's face. He drew an arc, broke through the glass again, and came behind the four vampire guards.