Dark Consciousness

After reading through Selina's memories, Fang Cheng gained a deeper understanding of Dracula.

This guy made a habit of keeping a group of vampires around who were constantly trying to kill him, and he even liked having his subordinates call him "Father."

Could it be that because he was unable to reproduce, he wanted to experience the feeling of a father's love and a child's filial piety?

Such a twisted hobby was truly worthy of a gentleman.

Of course, Dracula's strength was beyond doubt; he had been harassed by the Death Knight Death several times and remained unscathed.

To date, at least a dozen Ace-level vampires had challenged him, and without exception, they had all failed and lost their lives.

Selina knew full well that she might never be able to defeat Dracula on her own, which was why she had conceived the plan to borrow a knife to kill.

Her scheme had possessed a tiny sliver of a chance at success, but unfortunately, she had met her end before her mission could even begin, drawing out the big boss the moment she made her move.

Not only had she offended Dracula, but she had also offended Fang Cheng; she really didn't know how she had managed to dig her own grave so thoroughly.

Selina was currently sprawled at Fang Cheng's feet, trembling as she awaited the judgment of fate.

Fang Cheng's hand remained pressed against her head; a single thought was all it would take to end her.

In the oppressive silence, Selina felt like a small animal held by the throat by its natural predator. Despair made it difficult for her to breathe, and the sweat pouring off her had already soaked the carpet.

Fang Cheng gazed down at the woman's submissive posture, feeling somewhat indecisive.

If he