A Touching Scene

The middle-aged man brought his slender palm to his mouth, licking the remaining droplets of blood from his fingertips.

His nails were long and sharp, resembling the claws of some feline predator from afar.

It was with these very nails that he had severed the mohawk's head.

Fang Cheng saw it clearly; it had been even easier than slicing tofu with a sharp blade.

Once the mohawk was finished off, the thugs' clamor ceased abruptly, as if they had been throttled by the throat.

Their overflowing rage was doused by a bucket of ice water, vanishing without a trace and leaving behind only a bone-chilling dread.

As mentioned before, in this world overrun by monsters, ordinary people must master certain common sense to survive longer.

The most important of these rules is: do not provoke a monster.

The yakuza, in particular, took this to heart.

After all, when the government dealt with the yakuza, they still cared about evidence and appearances; even if one fell into their hands, there was always the possibility of paying a bribe to resolve the disaster.

Monsters, however, had no need for such things. Before they killed, they had no interest in investigating whether you were an innocent citizen or a powerful yakuza boss.

After the middle-aged man used his extraordinary means to decapitate the mohawk, he was not met with the thugs' fury, but rather a sea of terrified faces.

The middle-aged man wore an expression of extreme enjoyment.

His name was Kuroishi Yuto, and not long ago, he had been a mediocre corporate drone, enduring the ruthless exploitation of society every day.

His boss's harsh reprimands and his wife's nagging were like death warrants, leading him to contemplate suicide to the point where he had even written a suicide note.

After a night of drunken stupor on the streets, Kuroishi Yuto became a monster.

He felt no anger, only ecstasy. The first thing he did upon returning home was to bite to death the wife who had been flirting with the neighbor.

Then, one night, he secretly dragged his boss to the outskirts and tortured him to death.

Amidst his boss's wails, Kuroishi Yuto felt as though he had transcended all living beings, rising above them.

He was no longer bound by anything; he could live without restraint.

The wails of ordinary people and their expressions of terror brought him a level of enjoyment and stimulation that far surpassed the women in hotels who merely feigned pleasure while writhing against him.

The headless corpse to the side finally slid off the motorcycle, hitting the ground with a wet thud.

This seemed to be the fuse that instantly ignited the thugs' suppressed panic.

Amidst the chorus of screams, they turned and fled in a blind panic, several colliding with each other in their desperation, turning the scene into a traffic accident.

Kuroishi Yuto vanished from his spot in an instant.

Immediately following, the fleeing thugs were decapitated one by one, their bodies hitting the ground as their heads rolled far away to keep the mohawk company.

Ordinary people could only see a black shadow flickering through the night, and with every flicker, another thug was dismembered.

Fang Cheng, however, saw it clearly: Kuroishi Yuto had opened his trench coat, making him look like a giant bat.

He wasn't running on two legs; he was leaping.

With a single jump, he would soar horizontally, catch up to the fleeing thugs, and sever their necks with a flick of his hand.

This speed and power were far greater than Yagawa Ryoka's.

Fang Cheng and Kanzaki Rin, who was peeking from afar with a drone, felt their hearts sink as they watched Kuroishi Yuto's slaughter.

This was definitely a vampire who had devoured his own kind; he was no longer at a level that could be handled by mere fists and kicks.

He had likely discovered they were tailing him long ago.

Damn it, there's going to be a brutal fight tonight.

In less than thirty seconds, the fleeing biker gang had been wiped out.

The clearing had turned into a slaughterhouse, splattered with blood and strewn with severed limbs, the pungent scent of gore nauseating to behold.

Kuroishi Yuto returned to stand before Fang Cheng, pulling a handkerchief from his coat to gently wipe the blood from his hands.

He looked at Fang Cheng with curiosity. "To think you'd mingle with humans and even save my food. If not for the fact that my sense of taste never fails, I would have almost thought you weren't a vampire."

Fang Cheng felt the hand clutching his sleeve tighten suddenly.

He turned his head to see the high school girl wearing a look of existential crisis, staring at him with eyes full of suspicion and uncertainty.

Fang Cheng pushed her hand away and whispered, "Take them and get out of here."

The high school girl opened her mouth. "But... you..."

Fang Cheng urged her, clearly annoyed, "Staying here will only get in my way. I won't pay for your medical bills if you get caught in the crossfire. Go, now."

"I... I understand."

The high school girl didn't dawdle like a typical young girl; she was quite decisive.

She grabbed the little boy's hand and said to the others, "Everyone, it's dangerous here. Let's go!"

But the others were trembling, their spirits already shattered by Kuroishi Yuto; they didn't dare to flee in his presence.

Kuroishi Yuto watched them with interest and suddenly spoke, "If you want to leave, then go. In the presence of a true delicacy, trash like you only ruins my appetite."

As he said this, his gaze remained fixed on Fang Cheng. It was self-evident who the "true delicacy" referred to.

"Everyone, this monster... he said we could leave, let's go quickly."

The high school girl was frantic, pulling at the others with all her might.

Under her efforts, the group finally took their first hesitant steps.

Seeing that Kuroishi Yuto truly didn't react, they finally began to stumble and run toward the exit.

After running a certain distance, the high school girl looked back at Fang Cheng and suddenly shouted, "My name is Ugou Mirai, don't you dare die!"

Fang Cheng turned his head to look at her and shouted back, "Screw your jinx! I won't die even if you do, get lost! Get as far away as you can!"

Is this woman crazy? With a formidable enemy right in front of him, she actually went and planted such a death flag on him.

It was a good thing he was quick-witted and sharp-tongued enough to pull the flag out immediately, otherwise, he would have to die again tonight.

Ugou Mirai was also startled by Fang Cheng and hurriedly turned to run away.

This "touching" scene made Kuroishi Yuto burst into laughter.

He wiped the corner of his eye with a handkerchief. "It seems you care quite a bit about these rations. In that case, perhaps I shouldn't let them go; maybe I can use them to threaten you?"

As he spoke, Kuroishi Yuto raised his hand and snapped his fingers at the fleeing people.

With a 'pop', the woman running at the very front suddenly exploded.

A mass of blood-red spikes erupted from within her body, turning her into a human hedgehog.

The people behind her witnessed this scene and let out screams of total collapse.

Kuroishi Yuto looked at Fang Cheng with great interest, wanting to see an expression of shock and rage.

But he only saw Fang Cheng's expressionless face; even his eyes seemed unchanged.

"Are you suppressing your anger?"

Kuroishi Yuto laughed and snapped his fingers again, and another woman was pierced through by spikes growing from within her body.

He had long since tampered with these people's bodies; letting them go was merely a ploy to provoke Fang Cheng.

However, it didn't seem to be working well. Even after two people died, Fang Cheng's breathing rhythm hadn't changed at all.

Having been beaten by Takeda Masumi for three days straight, he had long since learned how to control his emotions.

"I was wrong. You are a cold-blooded monster just like me; why would you be angry over a bunch of rations? Let's just dispose of them all then."

Kuroishi Yuto smiled and spread his arms wide.

"Snap!"