Chapter 1 Wan Jia Xiong Meng

Under the half-man, half-bat's wild flailing, the two cleavers savagely tore through the cement walls, sending gravel flying and dust billowing. Two arcs of cold light hurtled forward.

Clang—

The sound of metal clashing against metal echoed through the corridor. The trilateral bone-tipped qiang, falling from above, blocked the blade of the cleaver with its bony edge, chipping the blade with a visible, rice-grain-sized notch and spiderweb cracks.

Li Ang gripped the qiang shaft with both hands, dragging it backward. The jagged qiang blade's spine scraped against the cleaver's edge like a saw.

The rice-grain-sized notch was torn into a cross-sectional surface spanning the entire blade, causing the entire blade to suddenly snap and shatter into two pieces, which fell to the ground.

With both cleavers broken, Paul, still inside the wall, released his grip on the handles. His muscular thighs kicked open the door, using the soundproofed, explosion-proof door as a shield, charging into the narrow corridor.

Paul lowered his head, focused, and held his breath. His massive body cowered behind the door panel, his feet slamming against the ground as he began a savage charge.

Li Ang retreated sharply, creating some distance before suddenly thrusting out the trilateral bone-tipped qiang.

The long qiang's blade easily pierced the thick door, its momentum undiminished as it aimed straight for Paul's heart behind the door.

The half-man, half-bat monster only had time to twist his body hastily to avoid this heart-piercing strike.

However, the bone qiang blade still pierced his left shoulder, tearing his entire arm off as it bounced back.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, splattering and splashing freely on the magnificent walls of the nightclub.

In intense pain, Paul, as a Blood Slave, couldn't help but falter, his body trembling, his charge brought to a halt.

The trilateral bone-tipped qiang retracted its blade and thrust out again, hitting his right arm and tearing off the right half of his arm as well.

This time, the half-man, half-bat monster could no longer hold onto the door shield. His knees buckled and he fell to the ground, his hideous face losing all expression and vitality, slipping into complete shock.

Li Ang retracted the long qiang and kicked the door panel away, sending it flying over Paul's head and toward the end of the corridor.

"Big body, but not strong enough."

Li Ang glanced at Paul, kneeling on the ground and seemingly unconscious. He twitched the long qiang in his hand, striking directly toward Paul's head with the flat of the qiang blade, breaking his neck at a 90-degree angle.

The half-man, half-bat monster collapsed to the ground, and the entire corridor seemed to shake as a result.

Li Ang walked forward, severing the corpse's spine with a qiang strike, and stored the corpse and two arms into his inventory.

This kind of monster with vampire blood, although vulnerable in front of Li Ang, a player, was still very powerful to ordinary people.

A body far stronger and more muscular than a bodybuilding champion, black-furred skin capable of withstanding small-caliber handgun bullets, and a tenacious vitality comparable to that of a cockroach.

These were enough for even the lowest-level Blood Slave to contend with a less-than-professional team of gunmen in complex terrain.

"The only problem is that it's too ugly."

Li Ang muttered, "Shouldn't vampires be a race of handsome men and beautiful women, with looks that rival entertainment stars? Why does this look like a humanoid bat?"

"Or is it just Blood Slaves who look like this? Do higher-level vampires still have human forms even when transformed?"

His mind wandered. It was also possible that all vampires only sought young and beautiful boys and girls when looking for those to embrace.

Over time, the genes of vampire members from generation to generation were optimized, leading to the legend that "vampires are all handsome men and beautiful women."

That was truly heartbreaking. Ugly people didn't even have the right to be sucked dry.

Li Ang's thoughts were still wandering, but his footsteps never stopped. He stepped over the blood and entered the booth Felix had been in,

Following the faint scent of alcohol in the air, he arrived in front of the now-closed secret door—his nose had been modified to clearly distinguish most scents.

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The club's secret escape route was a long passage hidden in the wall crevices. There were no emergency lights in the passage, and it was pitch black, extremely cold and damp.

The vampire members with night vision ran quickly in the darkness, stepping on the steps.

Those rich young men who followed behind stumbled many times.

These several blue-nosed and swollen-faced young masters supported themselves on the walls, advancing with difficulty, and were subtly separating from the bodyguard team in front. However, they did not dare to make a sound, or make demands for Felix's bodyguards to lead them downward.

In this life-or-death emergency situation, the wealth and power of their fathers were worthless in this tunnel.

If Felix didn't want to be reprimanded by his elders after going out,

He would probably have his men break the limbs of these so-called "friends," abandon them in this tunnel, attract the attention of the enemy behind, and delay their pursuit.

After several turns, the diagonally downward tunnel finally reached its end—a metal door made of alloy, with a ship's wheel-shaped handle on the inside.

A bodyguard in a suit stepped forward and turned the handle slightly.

As soon as the metal door opened, a foul stench assaulted their nostrils. In the darkness ahead, there was a faint sound of rushing water.

The destination that this escape door led to was the dense underground sewer system of Frankfurt.

Frankfurt had been established for more than three hundred years, and the sewer system had undergone more than twenty reconstructions and improvements. There were countless pipes and secret passages from various eras. Even the city management and planning department did not fully understand the complete terrain inside.

As long as they went inside and made a few turns, they could shake off all the enemies chasing after them.

As a vampire, Felix had a more acute sense of smell than ordinary people.

A strong ammonia smell floated in the air, and all kinds of indescribable foul odors, like octopus tentacles, stretched into his throat and tickled back and forth.

The expression on Felix's handsome, androgynous face twisted slightly. His throat twitched, and he almost vomited.

Two bodyguards in suits jumped into the escape passage without hesitation. Felix's expression was gloomy and uncertain, but his movements were not slow at all.

He jumped down as well, letting his pair of high-end leather boots with fine pores be submerged in the black and green sewage in the sewer pipe.

The sticky feeling of the sewage submerged the back of his feet, and the suspicious long, brown objects floating in the water collided with his boots.

Felix, who had grown up in a greenhouse, clenched his fists tightly and almost screamed.

Too disgusting.

"Young Master, this way."

A bodyguard interrupted Felix's imagination. The group of vampires ran out in the dark without waiting for those rich young men to jump down the escape passage.

The young masters, realizing they had been abandoned, were about to call for help when they heard dense footsteps coming from the long, dark tunnel behind them.

"Don't run! You're surrounded!"

Li Ang, carrying the long qiang, ran down the tunnel three steps at a time, running and shouting, "Huh? Why does it smell so bad? Did you find something delicious in the sewer?"