The four who had met up failed to make their way out of the wretched nightclub as they had hoped. Henry's actions had been far too conspicuous, and more bouncers, along with the main participants of this feast, surrounded them.
For Henry, forcing his way through with brute strength would not have been much of a problem. The question was whether they would really let him leave without trying to stop him.
So Henry stopped and smiled at the others. "Move aside, please."
A man who looked like the leader, with two fangs nearly protruding from his mouth and deathly pale skin, stepped in front of Henry. He spoke with disdain. "Maybe you should put down the people beside you and get the hell out yourself."
Henry recoiled his head and frowned deeply. "Your breath stinks. Did you eat shit or something? Can you stop opening your mouth and disgusting people?"
"Haha, I like you, human. It's been a long time since anyone made me laugh like that. I've decided to let you join this feast. I have plenty of pets, and I like men who don't know when they're about to die."
"What a shame. I don't like dealing with things that can't understand human speech. I don't know whether your shriveled brain understands this, but the first step in communication is understanding each other and being able to converse. If you can't even do that, then you're just wasting time." "You're quite brave, human. I hope you'll still be so sharp-tongued when you beg for mercy later."
"You're such a weak creature. Who gave you the courage to talk so big? Do you think this is the Dark Ages from centuries ago, or some barbaric era from thousands of years ago? Though even in the Middle Ages, it