Refund

Fang Cheng, having become the dealer, took the lead: "Then let's begin."

Dracula raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The iron cage holding Selina immediately dismantled itself, releasing her.

At the same time, Fang Cheng's ability to sense her returned to normal; it seemed the cage had possessed some sort of sealing effect.

Selina was covered in wounds. These injuries must have been inflicted by other vampires, which was why they were so difficult to heal.

Vampires were natural enemies to one another; their attacks could deal true damage, and a strike to the heart meant death.

Lucas was unscathed while Selina was severely injured; the scales of victory for this duel had been heavily tipped from the very start.

Selina did not know that this duel was a farce orchestrated by Dracula; she assumed it was an opportunity Fang Cheng had fought to secure for her.

She took a deep breath, drawing upon the little strength she had left, and stared at her opponent with burning eyes.

"I won't lose!"

Lucas grinned, appearing bright and cheerful, though a flash of cruelty crossed his eyes.

He did not understand the schemes and conflicts of the big shots at the top; he only knew that the woman before him was a traitor.

As long as he killed her—the more brutal the method, the better—Father would fulfill his promise and grant him a sufficient reward: Selina's heart.

Swallowing the heart of an opponent of the same rank would be enough to push his strength to the next level.

"Whether you'll lose or not, I don't know."

Lucas strode toward Selina: "But you will definitely die."

As soon as he finished speaking, he transformed into a blur and shot toward Selina.

Selina's expression turned serious as she hurriedly dodged backward.

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