Lanqi's Seven-Figure Kill Ratio

On the night the blood moon hung overhead, time seemed almost frozen.

The Bulida Mafia's territory was crisscrossed by pitch-black alleys that twisted like snakes, bottomless and leading into an unknown abyss.

In this deathly silence, the only sounds were faint tremors of breathing and the soft rustle of clothing.

Elsa and Little Black Cat huddled beside a hidden wall to one side. Their hearts pounded like drums, and they were terrified that any sound might disturb the air.

"..."

Viscount Carmel's eyes were wide open as his pupils slowly shifted left.

From the corner of his eye, he could only see a white-gloved hand resting on his shoulder.

When had this person arrived?

Carmel himself was a member of the Blood Race with Stealth Magic-based powers. How could someone have pressed down on his shoulder without making the slightest sound?

As his gaze moved, he caught sight of a purple-haired, blue-eyed figure in the distance.

The Gryphon Heiress of Marquis Roland's family?

"Landry..."

Ursula was hiding some distance behind Professor Landry, though she was not too far from him.

This distance would keep her from being easily caught in the crossfire and hampering Professor Landry, while also ensuring that she would not be so far away that, if captured as a hostage, she would drag Landry down.

In her view, this creature who was suspected to be of the Blood Race was probably an exceptionally powerful Tier 6. Combined with the Blood Race's nocturnal immortality and innate epic powers, the chances of a human defeating him at the same tier were slim.

But since Landry dared to stand so close to the Blood Race member, it meant he was prepared to fight him head-on.

Ursula clenched her palms tightly and swallowed.

If Landry lost, she would probably die too.