Vol·4 [Braindead Death]

Wang Chenggui, 28 years old.

She graduated from Hanyang University in South Korea and currently works at the Royal Free Hospital as a pediatrician.

At the age of twenty-four, Cheng Gui received an invitation from the United Kingdom Royal Family—from that moment on, her life Heaven and Earth Turning, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe it as "reaching the pinnacle of life."

To explain this doctor's work in detail would be quite complex and very confusing.

London alone is divided into twenty-two districts, each controlled by a different vampire faction. The Royal Free Hospital, where Wang Chenggui works, falls under the jurisdiction of the [Red Queen]. This has led to the formation of multiple underground gangs comprised of different families and bloodlines.

Like old Hong Kong or San Francisco --

--The UK now also has its own Triads, United Bamboo, Big Circle, and Hung Mun.

Dr. Wang Chenggui worked for the Red Queen's retinue, treating them as godfathers and providing bloodlines for the Red Queen's family.

In the organizational structure of the Abyssal Railway, the squires are the servants of the vampires.

For vampires, blood, a substance that is easily absorbed and can be frozen for a long time, is their Universal Elixir for resisting the Blessed Holy Blood and for maintaining their youth forever.

Just today, Dr. Wang Chenggui worked diligently until 11 p. m., making him a model of dedication in the Westminster district.

He smugly thought that perhaps after working for another two months, he could be transferred to the Elizabeth Tower as the bell ringer, and his salary would increase from £60,000 a week to £180,000.

You might not have a good grasp of what this level of salary means.

--But Cheng Gui knew very well what this money could buy and what kind of life it could provide.

He can buy a used Jaguar coupe after working seven days.

In one day of work, he can empty an entire shoe store that sells shoes averaging ten pounds each.

Even if he only works for one hour, he can pay his rent for the month right away.

Why not buy a house?

Because of the special nature of the profession and the specific tasks involved.

As a pediatrician, he has to be both a nurse, ensuring that children recover from their illnesses, and also take their fresh, clean blood.

Many unscrupulous doctors like him have been reported by parents and eventually imprisoned.

This is no easy task. To do it perfectly and without making a mistake, it's simply impossible for one person to complete such a complex job alone.

A nutritionist observed the children's physical test data for him.

A professional logistics system was in place to freeze and transport his blood.

The anesthesia assistant changes every week, and so does their residential address.

The destruction of blood-drawing equipment, the adverse reactions of children after blood collection, how to appease parents after they become alert, and how to use violence or money to coerce or bribe them—this single production chain supports more than two hundred people.

His transactions with the vampire gang all came from South Korean foreign exchange, but he preferred to trade via Bitcoin.

The most crucial yet simplest blood-drawing procedure was performed by him personally.

In just one day, Dr. Wang Chenggui examined more than eighty carotid arteries.

When he dragged his weary body back to his desk, he began to feel remorse and repent, his conscience aching, and he wanted to open TikTok to dispel the terror and madness in his heart.

The uninvited guest made him alert and on high alert.

Judging from Doctor Wang's criminal experience, this Asian man in the black coat is probably not a good person, and is at least connected to MI6 or other secret criminal investigation agencies.

At this moment, the doctor was filled with anxiety but tried to remain calm.

--This kid looks very young, unlike the vampire contact.

He spoke to me in broken, Ao-chéng Korean; it was clear he wasn't Korean.

--No matter what, let's talk to him about money first. No matter who he is, aren't they all after money?

Jiang Xueming smiled and nodded.

After a brief greeting, he immediately sat down across from me at the desk.

He placed the weapon pouch beside the chair and took out a photograph of Maria Bruce. Switching to fluent English, he said, "I'm here to talk to you about this person, Doctor."

Wang Chenggui recognized the woman in the photo at a glance and became suspicious.

"This is the intern who worked under me last year."

Jiang Xueming interrupted, "I know she's your intern."

The eerie silence lasted for a mere five seconds.

Wang Chenggui immediately explained, "Didn't you investigate before? I have absolutely no connection with her."

Jiang Xueming then interrupted, "I know someone investigated you before, now it's my turn to investigate you."

This was followed by an even longer silence.

Dr. Wang Chenggui's expression was grave, and he could feel the powerful pressure emanating from the guest at the opposite table. This guy was completely different from the local police officers who came to go through the formalities and accept bribes before; he must have come for the vampires—this was not someone who could be dismissed with just two or three thousand pounds.

"Excuse my intrusion, sir, you came in without even identifying yourself. If you're going to interrogate me like a criminal, shouldn't you at least show me the search warrant?"

"There's no search warrant." Jiang Xueming took out his police ID and handed it to Wang Chenggui, not intending to lie. "Have you seen this ID?"

Doctor Wang immediately burst into laughter. "Yes! I saw it! Was it because you didn't pay enough last time?"

Jiang Xueming: "The documents are fake."

Doctor Wang could no longer laugh; his little brain suddenly stopped working.

Jiang Xueming tore up the fake certificate in front of him, and then said...

"I don't want your money, I want you to tell me, why did Maria Bruce come back to life? Last September she attempted suicide by cutting her wrists in the bathtub, and this January someone saw her on Kennington's bar street. This little nurse has transformed into a bar singer, living a brand new life. Do you have any clue?"

Just then, Wang Chenggui's facial muscles twitched involuntarily.

Jiang Xueming saw this change in emotion as a prelude to a violent outburst.

It was as if he was gathering his emotions, making a firm decision, and unleashing a powerful resolve.

In the span of a single breath.

Wang Chenggui tried to pull open the drawer and took out the PPK miniature firearm.

He raised his hand to grab the gun, and a pen slammed into the table, piercing through the glass paperweight as well.

Jiang Xueming hunched over and leaned forward, taking the bloodstained PPK from the drawer and ejecting the bullets one by one—using the pistol as a phone stand, he began recording.

Adrenaline comes on quickly and goes off quickly.

For Doctor Wang, after the fleeting courage and rage dissipated, fear and pain followed. His expression was contorted as he strained his body, using all his strength to try to pull the pen out of the back of his hand. However, the slippery blood made it impossible for him to find a point of leverage. He groaned in pain but dared not cry out loudly.

This one thing alone completely shattered his psychological defenses.

He saw the black-clad man's cold eyes, and couldn't even sense any anger from him. Even facing the gun, all he could see was the bone-chilling coldness in those dark eyes.

What a cruel and ruthless person this is, making the act of piercing bone with a pen as natural as eating or drinking, as if it were a casual gesture.

Jiang Xueming spoke in a very gentle tone, afraid that this guy might be overthinking things.

"I'm so scared, can you understand how I feel, doctor?"

Wang Chenggui: "You're afraid of me? Hahahahaha."

Jiang Xueming wasn't joking at all; he was extremely serious. He held a PPK bullet in his hand and explained in detail, "It uses.32 ACP ammunition, 7.65mm caliber. Do you know what this bullet can do? Hitler used it to commit suicide, a clean and swift death, one shot and he was dead."

Wang Chenggui fell silent. He had never fired a gun before. He was terrified just now, having encountered such a ruthless man who couldn't be reasoned with even with money. He had tried to reason with him using a gun.

Jiang Xueming continued, "I have no intention of sending you to prison."

Wang Chenggui asked suspiciously, "Then what exactly do you want to ask?"

Jiang Xueming: "I want to know why Maria became a vampire, and who performed the Blood Ceremony for her?"

Upon hearing the words "Blood Ceremony," Cheng Gui's heart wavered.

He didn't know how vampires reproduced, but Maria, the intern, had indeed become a vampire. It was he who personally introduced her to the Godfather, and the Godfather vouched for her to the Red Queen.

He wanted to explain the whole story, but the excruciating pain in his metacarpal bone prevented him from speaking. "Could you... could you please treat the injury to my hand? I can't think straight."

Jiang Xueming took out children's painkillers and bandages from the drawer, and casually pulled out a fountain pen.

Doctor Wang was in so much pain that he cried out and vomited all over the floor next to the table. He carefully cleaned the glass shards from the flesh and watched as the bloody hole slowly closed and returned to its original position under repeated pressure, before finally wrapping it tightly with gauze.

Jiang Xueming remained silent, waiting for the other party to speak first.

Doctor Wang proposed additional conditions and was secretly plotting something.

Can I make a phone call?

Jiang Xueming immediately asked, "Who are you calling?"

"Call my assistant."

How long will it take them to get here?

"Fifteen minutes."

How many of them are there?

"Six people"

"Are you here to punish me?"

"I didn't mean to offend you. I just feel insecure."

Jiang Xueming rolled her eyes, took her phone out of Dr. Cheng Gui's pocket, unlocked it using a plastic card and the fingerprint sensor, and opened her contacts to ask a question.

"Is this the person? The one whose name is [Dirty Work]?"

Wang Chenggui panicked. "Yes."

Jiang Xueming tossed his phone back onto the table. "I sent him a text message, he'll be here soon. You have fifteen minutes to explain things to me. As for whether your assistant can protect your life, that depends on your performance."

Wang Chenggui's expression was contorted, and she was on the verge of tears. "I didn't! I didn't!"

Jiang Xueming then added, "Crying counts as time."

"I'll talk! I'll talk! I confess! Maria is a very clever assistant! She's smart and beautiful. I vouched for her with the godfather of Westminster and sent her to study at the Red Queen Sect. She promised me that once she's made it big, she'll definitely repay this favor!"

Jiang Xueming: "And then?"

Wang Chenggui speaks extremely fast, as if afraid he won't speak clearly or that the adults won't understand.

"But this bitch! She went back on her word and made baseless accusations! She said I was harassing her in the workplace and that I was after her looks. I immediately realized—she wanted to get rid of me! Then she'd take my place and leech off me!"

Jiang Xueming pointed to her phone, "Don't worry, I recorded it all. Someone will stand up for you. Go on."

Wang Chenggui looked surprised and aggrieved. He spoke like a hardworking laborer who had worked diligently for several years, recounting his exemplary deeds of serving the organization wholeheartedly and never engaging in power struggles.

"Luckily, the Godfather has sharp eyes! This cunning and treacherous woman thinks she can bring me down? Not so easy! I am not interested in women, I have no fixed abode, and I am devoted to the organization! The blood I offer is the freshest and best in all of London. I treat my assistants like family. As long as I have food to eat, I will never let them go hungry."

Jiang Xueming said very cautiously, "Thank you for your hard work."

Feeling Xue Ming's concern, Brother Cheng Gui seemed to be moved by his own noble spirit. "With so many people vouching for me and bearing witness, this filthy whore can only be abandoned by the Godfather! She can only go to Kennington, to a place even further away—to live on the streets selling her body, sucking the blood of gamblers and drunkards."

Jiang Xueming: "It's that simple?"

Wang Chenggui: "It's that simple!"

Xue Ming remained expressionless, lost in thought—

According to information revealed by this pediatrician, vampire gangs in London are constantly engaged in such power struggles.

Ordinary people simply cannot enter the social circle of vampire nobles. Even Maria, who held the Blood Ceremony, wanted to control the blood bank in Westminster. Trying to use such a childish trick as framing Dr. Wang Chenggui was simply wishful thinking.

This kind of middleman—with a clean background, no quirks, no interest in women, and supported by a professional team—is a highly sought-after high-level employee by vampires.

Like the godfather of the Red Queen Sect, he only needed to say a few simple words to Doctor Wang.

For example, time, place, blood quality, and quantity.

Doctor Wang can handle this matter perfectly right away.

"My lord," Wang Chenggui said tremblingly, "Are you a member of the Red Queen Sect? Or... are you a Discipline Committee or prosecutor of the Madness Butterfly Sect? I've never met such a ruthless, straightforward, and honest person who doesn't waste words or ask for money. You must understand my predicament and appreciate my hard work, right?"

Jiang Xueming neither denied nor admitted it.

He thought that since the water in this pool was so deep and murky, he might as well let these vampire minions figure it out for themselves.

He took off his gloves, revealing his Steel Heart. "I've come here for only one thing. Have you seen this ring?"

Wang Chenggui immediately nodded. "Yes, I've seen it! I've seen it!"

Jiang Xueming: "Where have we met before?"

"When delivering goods, I'm always worried that the guys on the intercity highway aren't careful enough and might neglect important people, so I accompany them every now and then—last week when I went to Zero Platform in South Sea City for a family gathering, Mary from the Stuart family was wearing this strange ring that looked like an iron band. It looked so ordinary and commonplace among all the other jewels, I remember it very clearly!"

At this point, Cheng Gui suddenly realized something and kept asking questions.

"Are you someone close to Mary? Her husband? You look too young. But vampires don't age easily. I initially mistook you for a corrupt policeman collecting his commission—hey! I'm usually only focused on work, please forgive me if I've offended you!"

"Although we don't belong to the same jurisdiction, Mary is a very important figure in the Holy Church. Could you please put in a good word for her?"

"Do you need blood? My blood bank is full of the finest quality—come with me and take a look!"

After saying that, Doctor Wang grabbed Xue Ming, not even caring about the wound on his palm. He no longer showed any disgust or hatred, but instead adopted a fawning attitude.

Xue Ming followed the vampire's little helper into the examination room and saw three children, around fifteen or sixteen years old, lying on the hospital bed.

Jiang Xueming asked, "Are they all boys?"

Wang Chenggui immediately frowned, putting on a bitter face. "There are no girls left. Girls are weak and can't be given much blood. All the good blood has been sent to the Red Queen. The vampire nobles are superstitious, saying that the blood of young girls can preserve youth and has skin-care effects."

Then the doctor cursed viciously.

"Why all the fuss! Aren't men and women the same? If there's a difference in blood, isn't it just blood type? I really don't understand these noble people's quirks. Last time, the Godfather told me that the nicotine in my blood was too high. When I went back to have the blood tested again, I found out that two little girls had started secretly smoking when they were only eleven years old. I dragged their parents into the office and gave them a good scolding—how could there be such bastard parents in the world?"

Jiang Xueming then asked, "Do you usually do these things secretly? Does no one notice?"

Wang Chenggui immediately replied, "How can you hide fire with paper? Adults? The needle marks and cuts on the children's bodies, and their weakened immune systems after blood loss—these things can't be concealed. I've hired the most professional lawyers, and the admission agreement specifies that the blood samples will be collected for research purposes. This will save these families a lot of medical expenses—I can't kill the goose that lays the golden eggs!"

Hearing Xue Ming's series of questions, Wang Chenggui began to feel puzzled.

--This young man didn't seem to know anything about the vampires' shady business, nor did he resemble a corrupt United Kingdom Customs officer who turned a blind eye.

He exhales hot breath when he speaks, his body temperature is normal, and he is not a vampire.

He and Mary wore rings that resembled couple's rings or family crests.

Thinking about these details, Wang Chenggui finally asked.

"Sir, are you the mistress's son? Is it possible that the mistress went to Japan or China more than twenty years ago, leaving behind a son like you who was born out of wedlock? Are you here to find your relatives?"

Jiang Xueming held up his phone, still recording, and asked, "What do you think?"

Wang Chenggui immediately shut up and raised his hands in surrender. "I won't say anything! I won't say anything at all!"

Jiang Xueming drew the curtain and asked about something completely unrelated.

"Dr. Cheng Gui, have you ever thought about changing jobs?"

Doctor Wang immediately replied, "No!"

Jiang Xueming: "The things you've done..."

Doctor Wang spoke with great conviction.

"--If I don't do it, someone else will. What will Maria, that shameless and inhuman slut, do to take my place? Can she do it better than me? The Inspectorate and MI6 turn a blind eye to what's happening in Westminster. I'm afraid there are quite a few important figures in the British Royal Family waiting for fresh, clean blood to prolong their lives!"

Jiang Xueming clapped lightly, one hand resting on his chest.

"I have a question for you."

Doctor Wang immediately shut up and stopped making any more inappropriate or outrageous remarks.

"Please give your orders!"

Jiang Xueming: "If the Godfather gave you a chance, would you become a vampire?"

"Obtaining the Blessed Holy Blood is my greatest dream in this life!" Wang Chenggui's expression became fanatical. "I've toiled so hard for so long, isn't it all for this moment? How many emperors? How many kings? They've spent so much manpower and resources seeking immortality, and they've all been sucking human blood and eating human flesh! They've been enjoying the fruits of the labor of apex predators!"

Jiang Xueming didn't speak, but continued clapping, mentally calculating the time— Doctor Wang's assistants should be arriving soon.

Wang Chenggui suddenly burst into tears, feeling as if he had been struck by luck. The young man who was connected with Mary was able to lower himself and talk to him, a lowly mortal, about the Blessed Holy Blood. He felt almost like he was floating on air, yet he spoke with a sense of inferiority and timidity.

"Am I really qualified? Do I deserve to drink human blood, sir? I've always been self-disciplined and guarded my conscience. I've even kowtowed to my godfather until my head bled, but he wouldn't even glance at me! Can my lowly body truly gain the favor of the Blessed Holy Blood?"

"Let's not talk about that now," Jiang Xueming pointed to the door. "Your men have arrived."

The area outside became lively.

Two tall, burly men rushed into the office and immediately started shouting when they saw the injury on Wang Chenggui's hand.

"Brother! Did this blind bug hurt you?"

"Don't be afraid! We're here to save you!"

Seeing that the men were about to draw their guns, Doctor Wang immediately shouted to stop them.

"No! No, no, no! This is the most important benefactor in my life! Put down the guns!"

The young man on guard duty in the corridor was still drinking to bolster his courage, thinking he would finally get to eat meat and see blood tonight. But when he heard those words, the wine in his mouth lost its flavor.

"You can kill me, but you can't kill him!" Doctor Wang, brandishing his injured hand, rushed to block the lead bodyguard, trying to tear off the tattoos on his arm. He was extremely agitated, whispering, "This is Mary's direct relative, though we don't know if he's her son or lover. If you dare touch a hair on his head, I'm afraid all forty-odd brothers and over two hundred family members who make a living from human blood will meet a terrible end!"

Jiang Xueming counted the heads one by one. "Only six people?"

Wang Chenggui immediately forced a smile, "Yes, I arranged shifts for the brothers, rotating every two days. There are eighteen security personnel in total."

Jiang Xueming: "What about the truck drivers and the odd-job workers?"

Wang Chenggui: "You want to see them?"

"No rush, you have their contact information in your phone." Jiang Xueming then put her arm around Doctor Wang's shoulder and made a peace sign while recording on her phone.

He said to the camera, "This is Dr. Wang Chenggui, who works for the vampires at the Royal Free Hospital. He's a very diligent and professional blood collector, like a worker bee, diligently collecting nectar for the queen bee."

The camera then shifts to the bodyguards.

Jiang Xueming continued—

"--These are Dr. Wang Chenggui's bodyguards. They are like brothers, and they will arrive at the scene immediately if anything happens. If any fool dares to touch a hair on our beloved Doctor Wang, the brothers will skin the person who harms Doctor Wang alive, or cut them to pieces, or use their Thompson submachine gun to turn the thugs into a piece of French cheese."

Suddenly Jiang Xueming froze.

"Let me see the guns you're holding!"

The men were greatly encouraged by this, and they opened their briefcases, revealing wooden-handled guns inside.

Jiang Xueming continued, "That's right! It's Thompson submachine gun!"

Wang Chenggui chuckled, "Hehehe, sir, there's no need for that, it's a bit exaggerated."

Jiang Xueming: "You think it's exaggerated?"

Wang Chenggui: "Was it filmed for Mary? I think it's a bit exaggerated."

Jiang Xueming's expression was very serious. "But I wasn't joking!"

He immediately pointed his phone camera at a young man in his early twenties and asked him a question.

"You're young and impetuous, so tell me, isn't Doctor Wang very good to you?"

The young man was a bit awkward, but suddenly became nervous when facing the camera. "Uh-yes!"

Jiang Xueming kept encouraging him. "Don't be shy, be bold! What would you do if someone killed Doctor Wang?"

The young man's eyes immediately turned red, and he became enraged. "He must pay with his blood! I'll smear that bastard's brains on the doctor's tombstone! I'll kill his whole family! No one can hurt the doctor! How could there be such a cruel and vicious person in the world who would lay a hand on such a kind doctor!"

The brothers around him joined in the shouting and jeering, turning all their enthusiasm into sharp, piercing roars.

Wang Chenggui's eyes immediately welled up with tears. Seeing the bodyguards' expressions of overwhelming emotion and deep concern, he couldn't help but shed tears as well.

"I... I don't know what to say, sir—if it weren't for you, I would have thought these guys were just business associates with me. I paid them, they did the work, nothing more."

Jiang Xueming pushed the doctor forward, into the corridor, and towards the window of the grid building facing the botanical garden, so that the staff could stand with the doctor for the most beautiful group photo.

Xue Ming, "Look ahead! Can you smile? That way I can take a group photo of you!"

Wang Chenggui and his employees stood together, feeling especially happy. They saw the children growing up healthily in the ward, and realized that all of this would turn into money in everyone's pockets and into a better and happier life.

"My lord! Of course I can laugh! You'd better take some great photos! Let Mary see the spirit and energy of our team! Let her see our team's fighting power!"

Jiang Xueming then gave the order, "Draw all your guns and point them at the ceiling! Yes, yes, yes! That'll look even more imposing!"

There were seven people in total, standing in a row.

Xue Ming pulled out a G26 from his bag and offered the guests a taste of bullets.

Emptying the magazine took only three seconds; he went from a beaming smile to brain death.

The sleeping pills in the ward were so effective that two little girls, who were light sleepers, were only jolted awake by the gunshot before falling back asleep.

Blood and brain matter flowed down the windowsill, adding new fertilizer to the hospital's vegetation.

The body leaned against the window, hanging on a sturdy aluminum frame, seemingly unwilling to fall.

Jiang Xueming removed her scarf, revealing her true face.

When facing the camera, he maintained his calm and composed expression, giving his phone the most affectionate introduction.

"This is Dr. Wang Chenggui. He's dead. His greatest wish in life was to drink human blood and eat human flesh. His six bodyguards, who were fed on human blood, died alongside him, all neatly arranged. It must fit your Gothic aesthetic of incompleteness perfectly."

He walked towards his office, lifted the curtain of the examination room, picked up one of the bags of blood, and added a silver bullet to it.

"Remember my face, remember this bag of blood. It might end up on your dinner table, leaving a horrible hole in your stomach. I might even appear beside you on your pillow, leaving a horrible hole in your head—but then it will be too late, all too late."

He acted like a tour guide, whispering sweet nothings into his phone.

"I have no deep-seated hatred for you. There is only one reason why I am here to cause you trouble, and only one reason."

He brandished the Steel Heart in his hand.

"I have a very, very beautiful, very, very important bride in my life. You stole the wedding ring I prepared for her and cut off her arm."

He posed earnestly for the camera, making a complex expression of clenching his teeth and almost bursting into tears.

"She reached out to me when I was at my poorest and most in need of help. She would never hurt small animals, she was very kind and gentle—she would take any injured stray dog she saw on the roadside to a veterinary hospital."

Jiang Xueming placed his phone across the corridor, sat next to the corpse, and spoke to the camera.

"Mary, your name is Mary, right? Mary as in Mary Stuart? I don't know who you are, but I ask you to put yourself in my shoes and think about things from my perspective, even if you are a high and mighty vampire who treats humans like wounded stray dogs on the street. Just think about it that way."

"My beloved can no longer wear this wedding ring. She is now disabled and is crying to me, talking about the pain of losing her arm and the sudden disaster that befell her while she was in a foreign land—"

" --Mary, I don't know what she did wrong. Did she offend you? Or spit on you? Did she insult you? Or did she not kneel down before you, not kiss your toes? Did she not cut her wrists and offer you blood? Or did she take a few deep breaths in front of you? And you consider that an offense?"

"--But that's not the story I heard! Mary! She went downstairs with you, and in the hotel elevator you were talking about clothes and cosmetics. You were having a good chat, right? You were even planning to go to the coffee shop for some soy milk and eat bread together?"

"But then you suddenly pull out a gun, and suddenly use a fucking full-power rifle bullet!"

"Her arm was broken."

"I can not understand"

Jiang Xueming tilted her head back and covered her face.

"Mary, I've learned from these corpses that you were a highly respected old noblewoman, and that almost every middleman in London had to attend your family gatherings—you lived a life of quiet seclusion in South Sea City, so I really, really find it hard to understand."

"Is your brain damaged by the Vita Imprint? Is it close to brain death? To hurt such a beautiful girl who is willing to open her heart to strangers—I have a few medical books on traumatic Brain Injury, which I just found at the hospital. Why don't you leave your address? I'll send them to you right away?"

Jiang Xueming lowered his head and remained silent for a very long time.

"She is already disabled. When I embarked on this path, she cried to me, begging me not to cause trouble for you—but would I just sit idly by? The most important thing is!"

"The most important thing is!"

"She didn't want to marry me; she said she didn't love me anymore. She just calmly, like nothing had happened, talked to me about the future, like the heroine in some melodramatic play suddenly starting to reason with me. For example—"

"--You can find someone better! You can find someone better!"

She believed she would never recover.

She lost her wedding ring, and the whole ring went off her arm.

Jiang Xueming held Wang Chenggui's corpse, grabbed his blood-stained arm, and waved it in front of the camera.

"As you can see, this middleman delivers blood to you, and I will use his phone's contacts to find the people who work for him, and make them die in bed, on their way to buy breakfast, on the intercity highway, anywhere. I will record the whole story in this video file—until no one is willing to work for you, no one is willing to draw blood from you."

"Perhaps you, Mary, think I'm unreasonable, a madman. The death of one middleman is nothing; there will always be someone else willing to risk their life for you."

"But I know that vampires are never a monolithic entity. If you do something wrong, someone else will do it for you, right? Just like Maria Bruce coveting Dr. Wang Chenggui's blood-drawing position—similarly, there are many vampire gangs waiting for you to make a mistake."

"London is so big, and there's so much blood in it."

"Why should you be the matriarch?"

"I'm not threatening you. I came to the United Kingdom alone, and I don't want to burden any of my friends or lose any of my companions. I just want to talk to you about this all by myself."

"You might say I'm wrong, terribly wrong?"

"All I want is justice! What have I done wrong?!"

Stop recording, Xue Ming tossed the body aside, and headed straight for the restroom.

He wiped the snot and tears from his face, composed himself, and sent the video recording on his phone to Xiao Qi.

"Aha!~" Seventh Brother climbed in through the window, grinning mischievously. "Employer!~ Did you send my number to the front desk nurse hoping to see me descend from the sky in a moment of crisis?"

Xue Ming: "Have you watched the video?"

Xiao Qi muttered, "I've been watching the live broadcast from the corner the whole time! Who are you trying to impress with this dramatic performance?"

Xue Ming grabbed Xiao Qi and rushed downstairs. "You need to edit this video. The gory and violent content won't pass censorship—if these vampires see it while surfing the internet, their attitude towards Mary will subtly change."

Xiao Qi: "Are you planning to sow discord between them?"

Xue Ming: "If I could accomplish this just by making videos and writing short essays, based solely on my own words, I would be incredibly grateful."

Xiao Qi clutched her chest. "My love! ~ When you talk to me normally, are your words as sweet as they are in the videos?"

Xue Ming: "This is a survival strategy in a steel city. Try to understand it."

Xiao Qi nodded repeatedly, "I understand, I understand."

Then the conversation shifted.

Xiao Qi then asked about the main function of the video.

"As you said, Westminster's Red Queen faction has lost its fresh blood, so will they take their anger out on Mary's Stuart faction? And start engaging in bureaucratic infighting?"

Xue Ming climbed onto the back of the motorcycle. "Not necessarily, but it's better than doing nothing. These family-based gangs will also tear each other apart for profit, but that's not my main purpose in making this video."

Xiao Qi quickly jumped onto the motorcycle, casually placing her employer's arm around her waist and telling him to hold on tighter, causing sparks to fly from the friction between their Flash Butterfly Armor outfits.

"So what do you want to do?"

"I want them to remember my face, to remember me," Xue Ming explained. "We'll go back to Sky Station and have Little Finger give me a stronger character account, then all their work will have been for nothing."

"Oh, oh, oh!" Xiao Qi's eyes lit up, and she exclaimed excitedly, "If I were Mary, my first thought after watching this video would be that this incredibly stubborn fool would come alone to seek revenge for his fiancée—I would definitely send people to search for his whereabouts, transfer other key personnel to protect the blood bank, and deploy defenses at hospitals or blood donation vans. Sparsely populated suburban castles, manors, and residences would inevitably be left without defenses."

Xue Ming nodded, and the motorcycle started moving. Seventh Brother's hair was like a feather duster, mercilessly scraping against his face.

"I'm going to South Sea City, straight to Mary's stronghold, and to retrieve the Steel Heart."

Seventh Brother: "Shall we go together?"

Xue Ming brushed Seventh Brother's hair aside.

"If you can gang up on someone, don't fight one-on-one."