I Never Hit Women

Russell delivered a karate chop to the ground, knocking Michael to the ground. Selene's eyelids twitched slightly at the sight, and the instant Michael fell, she sprinted towards the other side of the tunnel.

However, she had only run ten meters when she was blocked by Amelia, who was holding a sword.

The strength of an individual vampire depends not only on the purity of their bloodline and their relentless training, but also, most importantly, on their age.

Selene is both talented and hardworking, and her strength makes her one of the best among the Death Walker, surpassing most of her kind.

But compared to Amelia, who had lived for fourteen centuries and whose bloodline was even purer, Selene, who was over six hundred years old, was still too young. The difference in their strength was like heaven and earth, and she had no chance of winning, not even a little bit.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Selene fired three shots and then lunged at Russell. She could tell that Amelia valued Russell highly and was planning to kidnap him as a bargaining chip.

If Selene had seen the mockery on Amelia's face, she would have thought twice before acting, but it was too late. As she lunged at Russell, a burst of Electric Arc flashed before her eyes.

Crackling sounds!

The Moon Goddess convulsed and collapsed to the ground, like a fish out of water, thrashing about a few times before losing all strength.

Russell drew a vial of blood from the Werewolf and stored it in his Space Ring. Then he took out a marker and a piece of white paper, quickly wrote three lines, and casually tossed them on the ground.

"Your Excellency Werewolf, the person you desire is in my hands. We'll meet for tea at 2 AM the day after tomorrow. Lucian location is..."

P. S.: Please send one person!

The marker was obtained from a 24-hour store; it was a free gift, not for sale. It's strange that a place like that would give away office stationery.

Russell didn't quite understand, nor did he delve into it. City people always have some inexplicable and impressive ideas and crazy actions. At this time, never ask why, or you will be looked down upon.

Simply showing a knowing smile, as if to say, "I've used it, and it's alright," can defuse the embarrassment of being completely clueless.

"Lucian ..." Amelia frowned deeply when she saw the name on the note. "Why is it Lucian? He's been dead for six hundred years."

"Who said that?" Russell scoffed.

"It was Klein, he killed him with his own hands..."

Amelia was stunned, but quickly recovered and gritted her teeth, saying, "That bastard Klein, he betrayed us!"

"Heh, that's Viktor's business. Why are you getting so worked up?"

Russell hoisted Selene onto his shoulder, pointed to the ground, and gestured for the other prisoner to be handed over to Amelia.

Amelia didn't move, her eyes fixed on Russell with a look full of doubt. Her pupils gradually turned azure blue, and her fangs bared slightly. "Give me a reason. How do you know all this?"

Back in Los Angeles, Russell had said he knew very little about vampires and Werewolf, but now he knew secrets that even Amelia didn't know.

"That's a long story..."

"I have plenty of time, you can speak slowly."

"The Lord told me!"

Russell stood tall and proud, holding up the Cross necklace on his chest, while Jesus, with thorns on his head, looked sorrowful.

"Remember this, you owe me an explanation!"

Amelia stared at Russell for half a minute, then exited her vampire form, snorted coldly, grabbed Michael's ankle, and dragged him back the way they came.

"Amelia, be gentle. If you're so rough, he'll die." Michael's head hit the ground, and Russell felt sorry for him.

What does his life or death have to do with me?

"Want to make a bet? If he dies, you'll be the one who regrets it the most."

Amelia, still somewhat skeptical, grabbed Michael by the collar instead. "Who exactly is he?"

In a detached villa on the outskirts of the city, Michael woke up from his coma. His head throbbed with pain. He raised his hand to check his injuries but found that he couldn't move.

He was strapped to a square metal torture chair, his hands, feet, chest, abdomen, and neck bound by iron hoops. On the high wall directly in front of him, a round window let in the dim moonlight, which made him think of the bizarre movies he had watched.

For example, live dissection!

"Help, help me! Is anyone there?"

"If I were you, I would never yell."

The cold voice rang out, calming Michael down. His eyes adjusted to the dimness of the room, and he saw Selene, dressed in the same style, strapped to a metal chair, her deep blue eyes filled with coldness.

Snap!

The lights came on, the door was pushed open, and Russell walked in, dressed in a black robe. Behind him was Amelia, wearing a black evening gown, whose skin glowed white in the darkness.

She was a stunning beauty with a cold and aloof demeanor, but her queenly aura was too strong. Michael glanced at her twice and then looked away. He preferred a more mature and sophisticated woman like Selene.

"Who are you people, and why are you arresting us...?"

"Please don't worry, we mean no harm. We invited you here for protection, because your situation is very dangerous."

Russell chuckled as he put on rubber gloves, a gesture that made Michael, a doctor, twitch uncontrollably.

"Michael, I regret to inform you that you have been caught up in the war between Werewolf and vampires. The two Werewolf today were after you. If I hadn't intervened, you would have been drained dry. So you should be grateful."

Russell pushed open a metal cart, lifted a white cloth, and found it covered with instruments of torture: scissors, claws, scalpels, electric drills, steel nails, needle-nose pliers, and so on.

Although they are small items, they are enough to make one's scalp tingle!

Glug!

Michael swallowed subconsciously, and met Russell's ambiguous smile with an awkward grin, "If that's the case, why tie me up in the first place?"

"For your safety!"

Russell rummaged through the metal car, picked up a syringe, and drew a vial of blood from Michael's neck.

He walked to the experimental table and centrifuged Michael's blood to separate the components, extracting a red blood cell suspension. Then he took out a tube of Werewolf blood and separated the components in the same way.

Now, all that's missing is a sample of vampire blood.

"Amelia, give me some of your blood."

After Russell finished speaking, seeing that Amelia had no reaction, he shrugged and walked toward Selene.

Just as Russell pulled out the syringe, pinched Selene's chin, and prepared to draw a vial of blood, Selene suddenly turned her head, opened her bloodsucking fangs, and bit down on his wrist.

Click!

Selene bit down on nothing, nearly breaking her teeth, and met Russell's eyes with murderous intent.

"Tch, I never hit women, why are you forcing me to break my vow?"

Russell, his face as cold as ice, put down the syringe, turned around, and pushed over a metal cart.

Seeing this, Michael quickly shouted, "Hey, you bastard, come at me for everything! What kind of skill is it to bully women!"

Russell looked at Michael with a strange expression. "Young man, are you sure you want to replace her?"

"Yes, subject me to any form of torture, as long as you don't harm her."

Michael was tough on the outside, but his hands and feet were shaking like leaves. However, he didn't regret it. He was willing to suffer for the goddess he fell in love with at first sight.

Selene, who was on the other side, was quite moved by what she heard, and her gaze towards Michael softened considerably.

Of course, this is based on the premise that Michael is handsome and dashing, and his good looks fit the vampire aesthetic. If he were replaced by a middle-aged, balding, greasy man, Selene would definitely not even bat an eye.

The next second, when Russell lifted the white sheet, the tenderness in Selene's eyes vanished, and she was completely distraught.

Russell rummaged through the metal car, picked up an indescribable prop, and pressed the power button.

Buzzing!

"Michael, are you ready?"

Michael: (￣△￣;)