Fang Cheng was baffled by Oli's hostility.
Vampires were natural enemies of one another, constantly hunting and loathing each other.
If Oli hated him because Fang Cheng was a "vampire noble," that would at least make sense.
But claiming he was doing it to avenge Isis was downright baffling.
Isis was as famous as the legendary Count Dracula, one of the best-known vampires. But she was also a target every vampire in the world wanted dead.
Oli was a vampire, yet he wanted to avenge Isis. Even a cat mourning a mouse it had eaten wasn't this ridiculous.
Fang Cheng asked in confusion, "I defeated Isis. Shouldn't you vampires be cheering? I showed you the way."
He had proven to the world that a Disaster-Class vampire could be killed.
The other vampires should have been happy.
"Shut up!"
Oli roared, anger surfacing on his pale face. "Don't lump me together with the other vampires."
Fang Cheng looked puzzled. "What's your relationship with Isis?"
Oli's gaze turned distant, as if he were reliving the past. Even his voice took on a reverent tone.
"Her Majesty the Queen gave me a new life. She is my goddess, my savior."
Oli had grown up in a single-parent household and lived a miserable life.
An unhappy childhood had left him with a dark disposition, while the injustice he suffered at work made him resent the world.
After turning thirty, Oli was diagnosed with cancer. His wife took the opportunity to run off with all their money, and his company fired him. He became homeless, living in rags and going hungry.
More than a decade ago, Isis passed through North America and turned the poor homeless man into a vampire.
To Isis, it might have been no more than casually planting a seed—something she probably