All right, Richard said he hadn't done it on purpose either. It was just that if Blade still wanted to keep being a New Yorker, he might have to consider changing careers. But on second thought, killing vampires didn't make Blade any money anyway. With a build like his, becoming a fitness coach or something would probably work out pretty well...
But more likely, he would have to consider moving. Who knew what region's vampires would soon have to "recall the fear of being ruled by Blade"?
Blade clearly wasn't thinking that far ahead. He was still immersed in the shock of witnessing that godlike power. He stared at Richard uncertainly. "Who the hell are you?"
"I already said, I'm just passing through... uh... forget it. It doesn't matter."
Richard felt that there was no way to explain this clearly if he kept getting tangled up with him, so he simply decided not to explain. He waved to Gwen. "Come on, let's go home."
After taking just two steps, he abruptly stopped and slapped his forehead.
Damn it. Those troublesome vampires had delayed him so much that he had nearly forgotten the important thing.
Outside the abandoned apartment building, only the last two vampires remained from the group that had initially jumped out to gang up on Blade.
Logically, their boss had been chased down and beaten all the way down the street by Nexus, so they should have taken the chance to flee for their lives. But after blaming each other for ages, neither dared to run first.
They feared that Ultraman would suddenly come back and burn them both to ashes, but they also feared that their boss would settle the score with them if they slipped away. Count Dracula was known among vampires as a cruel,