Then...
Hayato vanished, appearing in front of a vampire.
The vampire froze for a moment. Before he could react, he tried to speak, but his throat was dry. He tried to raise his hand, but his entire body was weak.
The next instant, with barely any interval, Hayato appeared before the next vampire and repeated the same move.
Hayato moved like a ghost.
In roughly thirty seconds, the somewhat noisy vampires all fell eerily silent.
Then, it was as if frozen time suddenly began moving again.
Splurt!
The entire street became like fountains of blood being uncorked.
Some were beheaded.
Some were cut in half at the waist.
Some were split down the middle.
More than two hundred vampire lackeys were wiped out, all dying gruesome deaths.
Hayato slowly walked back, without a single trace of blood on him.
Deacon's heart pounded in panic as he instinctively reached for his waist.
His holster was empty!
He had not brought a weapon when coming downstairs. Deacon believed that, in front of Professor X, even bringing a nuclear bomb would be useless. Would he even have a chance to press the detonation button?
Obviously not.
Professor X was one of the most powerful telepaths on the planet.
So he had simply come unarmed. It looked much cooler that way.
He just had not expected someone like Hayato, a player who did not play by the rules and simply flipped the table.
Deacon's panic showed on his face. Clearly, so-called composure depended on the circumstances.
"What are you doing?!"
Deacon shouted at his elite subordinates upstairs.
Hayato's actions had gone on for thirty seconds, yet the men upstairs had not made a sound.
Relying on his vampire vision, Deacon finally noticed their strange expressions. Their lips had been sewn shut with thread, and