Elite-level

A bite?

That was right. Wang Bert had brought Quinn here for one purpose only: to drink his blood and become an Elite Vampire. As for earning merit or whatever, that was entirely something Wang Bert had used to fool John and Jenny! What could be more important than strength? Still, this charred corpse was really hard to bite into. Wang Bert hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth through the nausea, bared his fangs, and lowered them toward Quinn's neck. "For the rest of my life, I'm never eating anything burnt again!"

Suppressing his discomfort, Wang Bert began to drink Quinn's blood. He treated it like medicine—the kind that was bitter and disgusting beyond belief!

Vampire blood was cold, and Quinn's blood was no exception. Yet for some reason, after drinking it, Wang Bert felt warmth spreading through his body, making him immensely comfortable. The sensation made him unconsciously increase the force of his sucking!

As Wang Bert drank, Quinn's body gradually shriveled. The threat of death jolted Quinn awake from his coma. He struggled desperately, trying to break free of Wang Bert, but Wang Bert pinned him down firmly. Quinn could only roar in fury, his voice growing weaker and weaker until it vanished completely.

Wang Bert raised his head and roared with his blood-covered mouth wide open. He felt filled with strength, as if he could kill several tigers with his bare hands!

The feeling of becoming stronger was simply wonderful!

Just then, heavy footsteps sounded, and a figure walked in. Looking at Quinn's shriveled corpse on the ground, he said, "I never thought Quinn would die by your hand!"

Wang Bert froze. He slowly turned around and saw the cool-looking Blade staring at him expressionlessly.

Damn it, I only got a little cocky. How did Blade immediately show up to slap me in the face?

Wang Bert grumbled inwardly, but he was not particularly afraid. He first stabbed a throwing knife into Quinn's heart, reducing him to ash, then stood up!

Wang Bert wiped the blood from his mouth and said to Blade, "Then you should thank me. I helped you get rid of a major enemy!"

Blade drew the sword from his back and said, "No problem. I'll help free you right now!"

Wang Bert complained, "That's how you thank people?"

Blade said coldly, "Being a Vampire is miserable. Freeing you is naturally my thanks!"

"You really do have a point there."

Wang Bert was speechless. If he remembered correctly, in the movie, Blade had used that very reason to kill his mother after she became a Vampire as well.

Wang Bert said, "Hold on before we start fighting. You want to kill me because I'm a Vampire, right? Then why don't you kill yourself? You're a Vampire too."

Blade said, "I'm human!"

Wang Bert said, "You mean your body is a Vampire's body, but your heart is human? By that logic, I'm human too, so you shouldn't kill me!"

Blade said, "You aren't!"

"How am I not? Since becoming a Vampire, I've never drunk a living person's blood, nor have I ever wanted to. Compared to me, it seems like you've drunk living people's blood before?"

Wang Bert sneered. "Blade, justice seems to be on my side!"

Blade fell silent. Before meeting Whistler, he really had drunk living people's blood. He said, "You may not drink it now, but you will in the future!"

"By your logic, couldn't you just grab anyone off the street and declare them guilty? After all, they may be innocent now, but perhaps they'll commit a crime in the future!"

Wang Bert said disdainfully, "You should know there's a presumption of innocence in the law. It applies here too!"

Blade fell silent again. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "If you truly don't drink living people's blood, I can spare you. But on the condition that you accept my supervision!"

"Looks like the Daywalker isn't as cold-blooded as the legends say!"

Wang Bert smiled. He slipped a hand into his jacket pocket and asked, "Can I ask you two questions?"

Blade answered coolly, "What questions?"

Wang Bert asked, "How did you find me? I shouldn't have left any flaws!"

Blade replied, "You were cautious, but I did something to Quinn!"

"I see."

Wang Bert understood. He then asked, "Second question: why are you wearing sunglasses in the middle of the night? Are the sunglasses your true body?"

"?"

Blade's face was full of question marks. Just then, Wang Bert pulled out two homemade smoke bombs and threw them to the ground. Smoke rapidly spread, turning the surroundings into a blank white haze! Blade immediately rushed into the smoke, but could not find Wang Bert at all. After only a brief delay, the smoke grew even thicker!

A moment later, Wang Bert's voice came from the window. "Blade, Deacon Frost is plotting something huge. I'm going to infiltrate them and investigate. We'll meet again someday."

"Don't drink living people's blood, or I won't let you go! Remember, Blade is watching you!"

Blade sheathed his sword and said coolly. Wang Bert laughed but did not answer. He flipped out from the second floor, got into John's car, and quickly left!

"That Blade was pretty interesting. But then again, if Blade didn't go to the hospital, wouldn't he miss the female lead?"

Wang Bert blinked, then tossed the matter aside. What did it have to do with him? Blade stood upstairs, watching the car drive away. He could not help touching his sunglasses. Wearing sunglasses in the middle of the night did seem a little stupid?

Blade shook his head. So what if it was stupid? Looking cool was what mattered!

"Blade stormed into the bar, and Quinn has disappeared?"

Upon hearing his subordinate's report, Deacon Frost, wearing an unbuttoned shirt, flew into a rage. He roared, "Send people to look for him immediately! You must bring Quinn back! Also, notify those Blood-thirsty Clan members. Tell them to watch the hospitals and see whether any strange corpses are brought in. Quinn won't die that easily."

"Yes, Boss Deacon!"

After receiving the order, the Vampires immediately left the building at top speed to carry it out. Deacon paced back and forth in anger. Quinn was one of his strongest subordinates. Without him, many things would become difficult to handle.

At that moment, a blonde female Vampire dressed in white said, "Deacon, why don't we set a trap and get rid of Blade? He's killed so many of us recently!"

This female Vampire was named Mercury. Though she was a Pureblood Vampire, she followed Deacon and served him! A fierce gleam flashed through Deacon's eyes as he said, "The Daywalker cannot die. I've deciphered the Blood Clan Holy Book. I need the Daywalker and the Twelve Pureblood Elders!"

Mercury's eyes lit up as she asked excitedly, "Deacon, are you finally going to act against those cowardly, stubborn old fools?"

"It's time for them to sacrifice themselves for the Blood Clan's great cause!"

Deacon said, "I have a way to deal with Blade. I hold a Trump Card in my hand. Whenever necessary, capturing him will be as easy as turning over my palm. Mercury, go recruit some capable people. We need a large number of hands!"

"Alright!"

Mercury agreed without hesitation. A war against the Purebloods naturally required a large number of people! This world would eventually belong to their Blood Clan, and the only one who could lead them to victory was Deacon Frost. Mercury believed that without question, and so did the other Vampires! Deacon Frost was the Vampires' hope!

Inside the Training Ground, Wang Bert held a wooden stick and launched an attack at Frank with lightning speed. Even Frank was forced to defend constantly under his rapid attacks! However, Wang Bert could not quite control his speed yet. Frank seized an opening and punched him in the cheek, making him stagger back two steps and nearly fall! Wang Bert said gloomily, "Coach, we agreed not to hit the face!"

"What's going on with your speed? Why did it suddenly become so much faster?"

Frank was extremely puzzled. If the other party's fighting ability had not been so poor, and if he could control his speed, even Frank would have had a hard time taking him down! Just a hard time, though—not impossible. In a spar, the other party might gain some advantage, but in a Life and Death battle, the one who died would definitely be the other party!

"I ate something and evolved!"

Wang Bert said, "Coach, let's go again. I need to master this new power as quickly as possible!"

"Alright! Come at me!"

Although Frank knew something was off with him, he did not ask. He slammed his fists together and beckoned Wang Bert over!

Because Wang Bert's physique had improved, not only was Wang Bert exhausted after that day's training, Frank was panting heavily as well. Sitting on the ground and taking off his gloves, he said, "I think you need to pay more!"

"Then I'll pay more!"

Wang Bert laughed heartily. If his plan succeeded, money would not be a problem at all. If it failed, he would have no chance to spend money in the future anyway!

Frank laughed. "I'm just joking. We agreed on a price before, so that's the price!"

"If I disappear for a long time and you can't reach me by phone, remember to check my home. I've left something for you there!"

Wang Bert thought of something and said. He planned to leave something among his "belongings," so Frank would not turn dark and become the Punisher.

Frank glanced at Wang Bert and reminded him, "If you have money, you can hire some special people to do things for you. In this country, there are very few things money can't accomplish!"

As he said that, Frank sighed inwardly. Even a military hero like him still took private jobs for money. To be honest, he felt somewhat ashamed.

"What I'm going to do is not something others can get involved in!"

Wang Bert shook his head. Thinking of something, he asked Frank, "Coach, if I wanted to modify some special weapons, who should I go to?"

Frank frowned and asked, "What kind of special weapons?"

Wang Bert said, "For example, Ultraviolet Grenades, or installing ultraviolet floodlights on guns!"

"Ultraviolet? Are you trying to kill Vampires?"

Frank complained, "What use would modifying such things have?"

"Maybe I am killing Vampires!"

Wang Bert laughed again. "Coach, do you have connections for that?"

"Both of those things would need to be developed, so it would take some time."

Frank said, "I know someone in logistics. I can ask whether anyone takes private work!"

Why are so many military people taking private jobs? America is probably doomed!

Wang Bert grumbled inwardly and said, "Then help me ask around. Money isn't a problem! Oh, and I need clothing that protects against ultraviolet rays, but it can't hinder my movements. Make it like a bodysuit!"

Frank could not help asking, "Even though I shouldn't ask, I'm really curious. What exactly are you trying to do?"

Wang Bert answered honestly, "I'm going to fight Vampires and save the world!"

"Watch fewer popcorn movies. They damage your brain!"

Frank stood up and said, "Have you rested enough? If so, go practice shooting. Your close combat won't improve much in the short term, but as for gun skills, as long as you fire enough bullets, you'll improve quickly!"

"Alright, let's practice shooting!"

Wang Bert stood up as well. He was fairly confident in his shooting. After becoming an Elite Vampire, his eyesight and reflexes had improved considerably!

Inside a bar's warehouse, the Cowboy Boss looked at Wang Bert and asked, "Bert Wang? I remember you're John's cash machine. Where's John?"

"A few days ago, he took me to see the Blood Feast, then Blade showed up!"

Wang Bert answered expressionlessly. During this period, he had met quite a few Vampires through John. That was also why he had kept John and Jenny alive for so long.

"Bad luck. May hell have no Blade!"

The Cowboy Boss said insincerely, then asked, "You want to join Boss Deacon's team too? We don't take trash. We want capable people. There's a major operation coming up!"

Wang Bert glanced at the Cowboy Boss, suddenly pulled the Glock from his waist, and fired at a decorative wolf head in the warehouse. The bullet accurately struck the wolf head between the eyes, leaving a small smoking hole!

The Cowboy Boss jumped in fright and glared at Wang Bert in displeasure. Young people were so unreliable. Couldn't he say something before showing off his shooting? Didn't he know old people couldn't be startled? Believe it or not, he could lie down and demand compensation for emotional distress? Still, this kid was fast with a gun. He could be considered a quick-draw shooter! Wang Bert shrugged, holstered his gun like a cowboy, and said, "I thought you really were a cowboy!"

"I was fifty years ago. Not anymore!"

The Cowboy Boss said irritably, "The wolf head is one thousand dollars. No problem, right?"

Over here in America, money really is the most important thing!

Wang Bert grumbled inwardly and asked, "Can I join Boss Deacon's team?"

"You can if you pay."

The Cowboy Boss said. Thinking of something, he asked in confusion, "With shooting skills as good as yours, why did you let those two pieces of trash, John and Jenny, bully you?"

Wang Bert said, "Without them, I couldn't have integrated into Vampire society."

"Pretty smart."

The Cowboy Boss said, "Fine. Stay at the bar for now. Once we recruit a few more people, I'll take you to meet Miss Mercury!"

Wang Bert asked in confusion, "Miss Mercury? Not Boss Deacon?"

The Cowboy Boss said worshipfully, "Miss Mercury handles recruitment. She's a Pureblood Vampire! Only Boss Deacon can make a Pureblood Vampire serve him!"

"That's why we have to follow him!"

Wang Bert smiled. Just like that, he infiltrated Deacon Frost's team. For now, his identity was that of a glorious grunt under Miss Mercury!

"Being a grunt isn't a problem. The key is getting into the Altar where the ritual will be held. Still, will Deacon's rebellion be as easy as it was in the movie?"