Chapter 65: This Boy is Terrifying, He Can’t Stay Long
Chapter 65: This Boy is Terrifying, He Can’t Stay Long
Muba Daichi had devoured a fellow vampire, and his power surged like that of a fierce beast. Ordinary flesh felt fragile in his hands.
The person who fell didn’t even have time to react before Muba Daichi ripped him apart, creating a bloody scene of terror.
Fang Cheng stood by the second-floor railing, his face hidden behind a mask.
At his feet lay several people: Morishita Yamato, his mother Sayuri, and his nameless cousin.
At such a close distance, Muba Daichi could pinpoint Fang Cheng without relying on scent.
“Hey, buddy.”
Fang Cheng waved at him. “Your driving skills aren’t that great. Took you long enough to catch up. Maybe practice more.”
“Bullshit!”
Muba Daichi roared. “I’m just off my game today. Dare to race again?”
“Sure. Beat the tofu-delivering AE86 on Akina Mountain first, then talk to me.”
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Fang Cheng smirked. “Until then, you’ll never keep up.”
“You’re insane! You think I don’t know *Initial D*? Taking manga seriously?”
Muba Daichi’s voice rose.
After reading the manga, he’d even visited Haruna Mountain in Gunma Prefecture—the real Akina—and camped at the hairpin turns for nights.
No midnight tofu truck. No Fujiwara Tofu Shop. All lies.
Fang Cheng hadn’t expected a vampire with a driving obsession.
He shrugged. “Guess you’ll never top my skills.”
“Why?”
“Because I drive anytime, anywhere. My gaze chases shiny headlights. Get it?”
“What’s that mean?”
“If you know, you know. If not, you’re not on my level.”
“…”
Muba Daichi vaguely sensed their “driving” talk wasn’t about cars.
But Fang Cheng’s mockery of his skills was intolerable.
Furious, he lunged forward—only for Fang Cheng to hurl two bodies at him.
Thinking they were weapons, Muba Daichi didn’t dodge, shredding the figures midair.
He’d crush Fang Cheng’s courage with brutality, like he’d done to others.
Relieved by Muba Daichi’s compliance, Fang Cheng noted evasion would’ve ruined his plan.
He grabbed the unconscious Morishita Yamato.
The muscle-bound oaf stirred awake, proving his resilience.
He was still dazed, but when realizing Fang Cheng held him, he panicked: “What’re you doing? Let go!”
“Aren’t I letting go right now?”
Fang Cheng retorted, hurling him outward.
Morishita Yamato suddenly found himself dangling over the second-floor railing. The blood-drenched figure below made him pale instantly.
“No no no! Don’t drop me!”
“Since when do captives make demands? I’m not your dad.”
“Dad!!”
Morishita Yamato desperately gripped Fang Cheng’s arm, tears streaming down his face. “Don’t drop me and I’ll call you father forever!”
Fang Cheng sucked in air, staring at Morishita Yamato with shocked respect.
This guy’s shameless adaptability was terrifying. If he lived, he’d surely become a legendary gangster.
“Good son! Your dad’s in trouble. Help me out?”
“Never!”
“Knew you’d obey. Bye now.”
“Wait! I take it back!”
As they argued, Muba Daichi charged upstairs.
Out of time, Fang Cheng hoisted Morishita Yamato’s bulky frame and flung him downward.
The screaming man flailed through the air like a meat boulder toward Muba Daichi.
Muba Daichi stabbed his hands into Morishita Yamato’s chest without dodging.
But the weight surprised him. Before tearing the body, the impact sent both tumbling down the stairs.
Fang Cheng tossed the unconscious Morishita Sayuri after them and bolted.
Muba Daichi rose just to be flattened again by Sayuri’s falling body. Enraged, he bit through the woman’s throat and gave chase.
“Stay here!”
When Fang Cheng heard Muba Daichi’s roar, he’d already reached the villa’s opposite balcony.
As he leaped, two dark specks in the dawn sky caught his eye – approaching fast.
“Shit!”
He recognized the solo combat systems. Only SAT teams dared use those openly in Tokyo.
He vaulted over the balcony, sprinting for the wall.
Muba Daichi reached the balcony as two soldiers swooped into the villa.
A red dot painted Muba Daichi’s chest the moment he noticed them.
A laser lanced through his chest, blasting into the floor below.
The beam burned through hardwood and concrete, leaving a smoldering crater.
Muba Daichi lay on his back, his mind blank. The anger Fang Cheng had stirred in him vanished like a bucket of ice water dumped over his head. Blood gushed from the smoking wound on his chest, coating his body as he slid backward into the villa.
The soldiers’ attack struck like thunder. Their shoulder-mounted machine guns spun wildly, bullets forming a terrifying metal storm. The balcony exploded instantly, countless rounds piercing walls to create a dense firepower network with no blind spots. Within seconds, both balcony and interior rooms became Swiss cheese – enough bullet holes to make anyone with trypophobia shudder.
When the shooting stopped, soldiers unleashed hundreds of egg-sized drones that swarmed into the villa like angry bees. Another soldier circled the building, scanning for survivors.
Peeking from behind the villa’s outer wall, Fang Cheng gaped at the SAT Mobile Unit’s fighting power. Kanzaki Rin always called her solo combat system a “training version,” but after seeing this? The wealthy lady hadn’t been kidding. The real deal outclassed the training model completely, especially in raw firepower.
Though arriving late like movie cops, their response speed impressed Fang Cheng. Government forces had reached the villa in under twenty minutes – and at 5 AM no less. No wonder the upper districts stayed safe with elite SAT teams deploying at the first sign of trouble. Lower districts? Not so much.
The Area 11 Government always vowed to protect all citizens during elections. But when first-floor taxpayers paid more, of course they got the lion’s share of protection. Fang Cheng fumed about his taxes funding the Morishita family’s security… then remembered he wasn’t even old enough to pay income tax.
“Still paid consumption tax though,” he muttered, ducking back as Muba Daichi’s scent lingered. If the soldiers missed the vampire, this was his chance for a sneak attack.
A manhole cover clattered open a block away. Blood oozed from the sewer like a crimson slug, solidifying into Muba Daichi’s pale form. The drones had shredded him back at the villa – only the stinking tunnels saved him from being blasted into permanent death.
As he emerged, smashed security cameras and a familiar garlic stench hit him simultaneously. Whirling around, he found Fang Cheng grinning behind him.
“Hey buddy! Fancy meeting you here.”