James tilted his head, his red pupils fixed on Jiang Hao. A bloodthirsty gleam flashed in his eyes as he slowly opened his mouth, revealing two fangs. His eyes were full of delight. "Since you came to me, I'll drain you dry. Hehehe, hahahaha."
"Whoosh~~~!"
James seemed to vanish from where he stood. By the time Jiang Hao's mind reacted, James was already right in front of him.
"Bang bang bang!"
"Bang bang bang!"
A rapid burst of gunfire rang out, the shots joining together as though there had never been any pause between them.
"Ah~~~!"
A scream echoed through the hall. James had come quickly, but he retreated just as quickly, shooting dozens of meters away to the other end of the hall. He clutched his chest, his face twisted in agony.
"Ahhhhhh~~!"
Smoke rose from James's chest, as if sulfuric acid had been splashed over him. Large patches of flesh shriveled up. James clawed desperately at his chest, digging several deformed bullets from his flesh, along with chunks of blackened meat, and threw them onto the floor.
James raised his head and glared at Jiang Hao, his eyes filled with pain and fury.
"Bastard! You actually have things like that. Are you from the Demon Hunter Organization?" James snarled through gritted teeth.
"You should worry about your own life first." As Jiang Hao spoke, he switched to another gun. At the sight of it, James flashed away and hid behind one of the hall's pillars.
Jiang Hao remained tense and alert. Although the modified pistol bullets could harm vampires, they apparently could not kill them. Yet Jiang Hao's body was only human, terribly fragile. If James got close, even a light swipe of his claws could easily tear Jiang Hao apart.
Suddenly,
Jiang Hao felt danger behind him.