Chapter 62: I’ll Do Whatever You Ask

“You dare ambush me when I wasn’t looking! Kids these days have no fighting honor!”

This resentful thought flashed through the security guard’s mind before he collapsed.

Fang Cheng quickly retrieved the handgun from the body. These guards were Morishita Kengo’s trusted subordinates – thugs transferred from a notorious construction company with underworld ties. Knowing their background, Fang Cheng felt no hesitation in taking action.

The noise had already alerted nearby guards. Fang Cheng hurled the corpse over the wall and used a short-distance dash to slip into the villa’s courtyard.

He smashed surveillance cameras along his path with steel balls. Though this would warn the villa’s occupants, it no longer mattered.

Avoiding guards rushing to investigate, Fang Cheng reached the villa’s side. After a running start, he leaped to the second floor and hauled himself through a window by the ledge.

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Inside, Fang Cheng didn’t move immediately. He stripped off his clothes and drenched himself with garlic juice from a large bottle in his backpack.

This crude method from Takeda Masumi could block a vampire’s sense of smell – though it might not work between vampires themselves.

Fang Cheng slathered the juice everywhere except sensitive areas. He’d learned the hard way after accidentally applying menthol balm to his privates once.

Redressed, Fang Cheng’s nostrils burned with garlic stench, slightly dulling his Advanced Smell.

He checked his handgun’s bullet count, clicked off the safety, and slipped into the hallway.

At nearly 5 AM, only guards remained awake. The grand hall stood empty as Fang Cheng began searching rooms methodically.

He ignored sleeping non-family members until gunfire erupted outside – popcorn-like pops mingling with shouts. The vampire had arrived, making the garlic juice’s effectiveness questionable.

Fang Cheng accelerated his search. One locked door resisted his push.

He strained with both hands until the lock snapped, the door crashing open to reveal a luxurious bedroom. On the snow-white bed lay two naked figures – a fortyish attractive woman Fang Cheng recognized as Morishita Sayuri (Morishita Yamato’s mother from the documents), and a muscular young man who definitely wasn’t her husband.

Well this explains some family drama.

“Ah!” Morishita Sayuri shrieked, clutching the blanket.

Her lover reacted faster, grabbing a bedside handgun to aim-

BANG!

Fang Cheng’s headshot dropped the young man instantly. His marksmanship now matched Takeda Masumi’s lethal precision.

The gunshot blended seamlessly with the ongoing chaos outside.

Morishita Sayuri stared blankly her fallen lover, her mouth opening to scream. Fang Cheng immediately used a short-distance dash to reach the bedside, covering her mouth before the sound could escape.

“Shh!” He pressed the gun barrel to his own lips in a silencing gesture. “Don’t scream or I’ll blow your head off. Nod if you understand Japanese. If not, I’ll blow your head off anyway.”

The terrified woman’s eyes widened before she slowly nodded.

Fang Cheng glanced at the corpse on the floor, feeling unexpected weight in his chest. When he first transmigrated, he couldn’t even bring himself to kill a wealthy lady. Now he’d taken a life without remorse – a true cold-blooded creature.

Though these people deserved death, Fang Cheng realized Isis’ influence wasn’t just affecting his physical needs. His very personality seemed to be shifting toward inhumanity. The Blood Queen’s bite must have left more than just fang marks.

He shook his head, dismissing the thought. So what if he became inhuman? As long as he kept his morals, could eat well, sleep soundly, and enjoy lewd artwork, it didn’t matter.

His gaze lingered on the dead lover’s groin. The man’s equipment nearly matched his own forearm’s thickness, only slightly smaller. No wonder he’d pleased the wealthy lady. This guy had been a rising star in the cougar scene.

Yanking back the blankets, Fang Cheng whistled at Sayuri’s naked form. “Maintaining this figure past forty? Hope my future wife keeps up like this.”

Seeing the masked intruder’s appraisal, Sayuri’s survival instincts kicked in. She peeled Fang Cheng’s hand from her mouth with trembling fingers. “Don’t kill me…I’ll do anything.” She arched into a seductive pose.

“Anything?” Fang Cheng’s eyes lit up. When she nodded, he whipped out his phone. “Stand! Hands on face, bend backwards ninety degrees – give me a JOJO pose!”

Sayuri blinked stupidly. “???”

“Come on! You said anything!” When she hesitated, he amended: “Fine. Clamp your head between your thighs and roll like a human wheel. Just spin on the bed.”

“I…can’t…”

“Then shut your trap!” Fang Cheng knocked her out with a punch, slinging the unconscious woman over his shoulder.

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Morishita Yamato jolted awake to gunfire. He fumbled into clothes as two security guards bargined in. The usually bold young master found his hands and feet trembling as guards dragged him through corridors.

“What’s happening? Where are my parents?” His voice shook.

“Not sure, young master. To safety first-”

They froze. At the hallway’s end stood a masked man in black carrying a naked woman.

“Move!” The guards reacted instantly – one yanking Yamato backward, the other drawing his handgun.

BANG!

Fang Cheng shot the armed guard first. The second fell mid-retreat, bullet through his skull. Yamato collapsed between the corpses, watching blood pool around his father’s loyal subordinates. His gym-toned muscles twitched uncontrollably.

Dumping Sayuri aside, Fang Cheng approached the shaking heir.