After reading Selina's memories, Fang Cheng understood Dracula much better.
The guy deliberately kept a bunch of Vampires around who were always trying to kill him, and he liked having his subordinates call him Father.
Was it because he couldn't have children, and wanted to experience the joys of a loving father-son relationship?
That kind of twisted taste was worthy of a gentleman.
Of course, there was no denying Dracula's strength. He had come through several encounters with Death Knight Death without a scratch.
At least a dozen Ace-class Vampires had challenged him so far. Every one of them had failed—and lost their lives.
Selina knew she might never be able to defeat Dracula on her own, which was why she'd thought of using someone else to do the dirty work.
Her plan had a tiny chance of success, but she'd died before she could get anywhere. She'd barely made a move before drawing out the final boss.
Not only had she offended Dracula, but she'd also offended Fang Cheng. She really had no idea what she was doing.
Selina was now curled up at Fang Cheng's feet, trembling as she awaited her judgment.
His hand still rested on her head. All it would take was a thought to kill her.
In the oppressive silence, Selina was like a small animal with its natural predator's jaws around its throat. Despair made it hard to breathe, and the sweat pouring off her had already soaked the carpet.
Fang Cheng gazed down at the woman's docile posture, uncertain what to do.
If he killed her outright, he'd get at most a dozen lives and a few abilities he couldn't use.
But if he spared her, he'd feel pretty annoyed.
After weighing it over, he decided to complete the Ability Fragment he'd taken