Chapter 33: A Heart-Wrenching Scene
Chapter 33: A Heart-Wrenching Scene
The middle-aged man raised his slender hands to his lips, tongue flicking away the blood residue on his fingertips.
His nails—sharp and elongated—resembled the claws of a wild feline.
These were the same claws that had severed the mohawked gang leader’s head.
Fang Cheng observed it plainly: the act seemed smoother than slicing tofu with a razor.
When the mohawked gang leader fell, the thugs’ jeers abruptly cut off, as if their throats were squeezed.
Their blazing fury vanished like ice water dumped over flames, leaving only bone-deep dread.
As stated earlier, surviving in this monster-infested world required common sense.
The golden rule? Never provoke monsters.
Underworld factions clung to this principle fiercely.
After all, the government still bothered with evidence and decorum when dealing with criminals—bribes could buy freedom.
Monsters needed no such formalities. They slaughtered without caring if you were a citizen or a crime lord.
After decapitating the mohawked gang leader through unnatural means, the middle-aged man faced no retaliation—only terrified faces.
Heishi Youto’s expression radiated pure satisfaction.
Not long ago, he’d been a wage slave crushed beneath society’s heel.
His boss’s cruelty and wife’s endless nagging drove him to draft a suicide note.
But one drunken night transformed him into a monster.
Ecstatic, he’d rushed home to murder his wife—the woman who’d flirted shamelessly with the neighbor.
Later, he’d dragged his boss to the suburbs for prolonged torture.
His boss’s screams cemented Heishi Youto’s belief: he’d ascended beyond humanity.
No more rules. No more restraints.
Ordinary people’s terror thrilled him more than any hotel woman’s fake moans.
The headless corpse finally slid off the motorcycle, hitting the pavement with a wet thud.
Like a lit fuse, this ignited the thugs’ panic.
They scrambled to flee, screams overlapping—some crashing into each other in their haste.
Heishi Youto vanished.
Fleeing thugs dropped mid-run, heads tumbling across asphalt to join their leader.
To ordinary eyes, only a black shadow flickered through the night, claiming lives with each pass.
Fang Cheng saw clearer: Heishi Youto’s Trench Coat billowed like bat wings.
He didn’t run—he leaped.
Each bound carried him sideways through the air, claws severing necks effortlessly.
His speed and power dwarfed Yagawa Ryouka’s.
Fang Cheng and Kanzaki Rin, who hid in the distance observing through a drone, both felt their hearts sink as Heishi Youto continued his massacre.
This vampire had clearly fed on his own kind, far beyond what ordinary combat could handle.
Their surveillance had probably been detected long ago.
Shit. They were in for a brutal fight tonight.
Within thirty seconds, the fleeing bikers were completely wiped out.
The clearing transformed into a bloodbath – scattered limbs and splattered blood everywhere, the metallic stench overwhelming.
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Heishi Youto strolled back to Fang Cheng, producing a handkerchief to wipe his stained hands.
“How curious,” he remarked, studying Fang Cheng. “You mingle with humans and protect my prey. If not for your scent, I’d doubt you were a vampire at all.”
Fang Cheng felt the grip on his sleeve tighten. The female high school student beside him stared with wide, uncertain eyes.
He shoved her hand away. “Take them and go. Now.”
“But…you…” she stammered.
“You’ll just get in the way,” Fang Cheng snapped. “I won’t pay your hospital bills if you get hurt. Move!”
“I…understand.”
Contrary to typical hesitant girls, she acted decisively. Grabbing the boy’s hand, she urged the others: “Everyone, we need to leave! It’s dangerous!”
The terrified group remained frozen, paralyzed by fear of Heishi Youto.
The vampire chuckled. “Run along. Before true delicacies…” His gaze locked on Fang Cheng. “…you scraps would ruin my appetite.”
“Didn’t you hear?” The girl desperately tugged at the others. “He said we can go!”
After painful hesitation, the group took tentative steps. When Heishi Youto didn’t move, they broke into a stumbling retreat.
After running several meters, the girl suddenly turned and yelled: “I’m Uka Mirai! Don’t die!”
“Fuck your jinx!” Fang Cheng roared back. “I’ll outlive you! Get lost!”
The idiot was practically writing his death warrant. Better counter that curse fast – he couldn’t afford another resurrection tonight.
Uka Mirai startled and fled.
Heishi Youto dabbed his eyes with the handkerchief, laughing. “How touching. Maybe I shouldn’t let them go after all… excellent leverage, don’t you think?”
He snapped his fingers.
The lead woman exploded. Crimson spikes erupted from her body, transforming her into a human hedgehog.
Screams erupted. Heishi Youto watched Fang Cheng eagerly, expecting rage.
He found only stone-faced calm.
“Containing your anger?” Another snap. Another victim impaled.
The vampire had planted traps in their bodies hours ago. Two deaths now, yet Fang Cheng’s breathing remained steady – three days of Takeda Masumi’s beatings had taught him emotional control.
“My mistake.” Heishi Youto spread his arms. “We’re alike – cold-blooded monsters. Why care about snacks? Let’s clean up.”
*Snap.*