Superior to humans?

Lilith Arden laughed and said, "Refusal is a precious right, not everyone has it. Why do you think you have the right to refuse?"

"Well, maybe it's because it's a society governed by the rule of law," Henry said tentatively.

James Arden stated, "The rule of law can only protect humanity, and in our eyes, humanity is nothing more than livestock, merely food for us."

Henry noticed the expressions on the others' faces; they held more of a fanaticism than the fear of being treated like livestock. So, was this a case of hoping one person's success would bring prosperity to their entire family?

"As far as I know, Elder Dragonetti intends to accept you as one of us. So why do you associate with those ordinary people and lower your own standards?"

"Hmm, maybe it's because the 'we' you mentioned isn't actually as—" Henry twirled his hands in front of him like a flower. After thinking for a long time, he finally managed to utter a single word. "Amazing?"

"We are the future of human evolution! A being far superior to humans! Tell me, what truly defines 'powerful'?"

James Arden revealed his Vampires fangs, his mouth gaping open as if it could swallow someone's head whole. His once handsome young face now appeared sinister and terrifying, inspiring fear in all who beheld him.

Lilith Arden followed her husband's lead, making the same grotesque faces. The two even crushed their wine glasses into fine powder, rather than simply squeezing or smashing them.

The horror of their faces was beyond what even a movie director could imagine. If an ordinary person were sitting here today, looking at these two grotesque faces up close, they would be scared out of their wits, if not faint.

They noticed that the number of surveillance cameras inside the mansion was not as dense as outside. The dining room where they were located didn't have a single camera. Was this to allow them to do some disgusting things without leaving a record?

Henry calmly picked up his cross pendant, seemingly slowly but actually quickly removed it from his neck, and with a flick of his wrist, holding it by the necklace, the silver cross was completely embedded in James Arden's chest, piercing straight into his heart.

Silverware shattered his heart, and the Vampires transformed from Old Money didn't die any more heroically. His entire body, including his bones, spontaneously combusted at high temperatures, burning to ashes without leaving a trace.

Lilith Arden still looked like she was about to bite, but the ferocity in her eyes had turned into disbelief and bewilderment.

What just happened?

How could such a big person just disappear?

It's said that thoughts fly by in the blink of an eye, with 48,000 ideas appearing in the blink of an eye. But usually, zero of these thoughts are actually useful.

Most people were frozen in place, as if stunned, their minds racing with all sorts of thoughts.

Even if Lilith Arden, a pampered noblewoman who had lived a life of luxury, were to become Vampires, she wouldn't immediately transform into a well-trained warrior capable of making the right decisions in this situation.

Meanwhile, the private security personnel who were supposed to protect them were instead asked to stand at a distance, serving only as background figures, because of the two Old Money's inexplicable confidence in the Vampires' powerful physique.

At that distance, Henry didn't need to use Super Speed at all. With a flick of his wrist, he grabbed the cross pendant back into his hand and held it between his fingers.

At the same time, his thumb rubbed off a layer of skin at the base of the cross, and he muttered, "Seriously, who told you that the cross can't kill Vampires?"

Do you really think that I prepared this thing beforehand because I wanted to rely on God's divine power?

With his other hand on the table, Henry flipped over and stood in front of Lilith Arden. With a casual slap, he slammed the silver crucifix he was holding between his fingers into the Vampires noblewoman's temple.

A small amount of silver nitrate solution hidden inside the cross instantly spread throughout the Vampires's brain and then to other parts of his body.

Unsurprisingly, the noblewoman followed in her husband's footsteps, burning to ashes before she could even utter a scream, leaving not a trace behind.

At that moment, the two Old Money Bodyguards drew their guns and fired wildly at Henry!

Without Henry using his Super Speed, the Bodyguards ' actions were actually fine, and their reactions were quick enough. The problem was simply the distance; no one could provide immediate assistance to their client.

Moreover, the killer's movements were fluid and seamless; in the blink of an eye, they used an unknown weapon to turn their clients to ashes. The only thing the Bodyguards could do was follow American tradition and empty their magazines.

Henry did not resist; he simply covered his head and hunched over, letting the bullets hit him.

Although they were capable of serving as Bodyguards for the head of the Arden Family and their marksmanship was not an issue—they wouldn't miss their target and hit a colleague standing on the opposite side—the ricochets that bounced off Henry were beyond their control.

People were frequently hit by ricochets, and several fell to the ground. When everyone had emptied their magazines, and saw Henry, whose clothes were torn but who was unharmed, even those who had forgotten before now remembered what kind of abilities their target possessed.

Let him leave? That was out of the question. Immediately, several burly men rushed out, tied Henry's hands behind his back, and pinned him to the table.

With the murderer of their client now under control, the remaining people looked at each other, unsure of what to do next.

It's not that they didn't have contingency plans for emergencies. But with all their key clients killed, which plan should they apply? Their Montecito mansion wasn't the Arden Family's primary residence; no other family members lived there. This meant no one could make decisions.

So without Henry's deliberate prompting, they did something perfectly natural, but it was the last thing the Arden Family should have done.

One call to the police.

For these Bodyguards, What If...? their clients are the perpetrators, they naturally have various plans to handle the aftermath; but when their clients become the victims, their most important task at the moment is to protect themselves and absolve themselves of responsibility.

Therefore, calling the police and handing the murderer over to them became their best option.

What If...? there were members of the Arden Family or close to the core management in this group, they wouldn't call the police immediately. Instead, they would deal with internal family matters first and discuss which facts to disclose.

Only after everything is perfectly arranged will the truth be revealed. In some cases, the entire affair may be covered up, and the murderer may be dealt with internally.

Don't go to Court.

In fact, that's what the Bodyguards did at the beginning; otherwise, they wouldn't have emptied their magazines with more than ten people and more than ten guns.

But what if they can't kill the other person? Besides calling the police, they don't know what else to do.

Ultimately, they are just a group of working people.

Henry was very cooperative; he didn't harm any ordinary people, nor did he resist. Even when someone tried to punch him, he silently endured it.

As for the person who punched him, whether their fist is broken or not is none of his business. After all, nobody would believe that someone would punch another person in the face and break their fist.

Henry only remembered clenching his hands tightly to avoid leaving any fingerprints or giving anyone a chance to frame him. He also managed to wipe away the handprints he had left when he jumped onto the table earlier.

Since he entered the room, he hasn't touched anything inappropriately. If someone were to hand him a gun now, and that gun were used for something else, he'd be in a very difficult situation to explain himself.