"Since you've come out on your own, that works out perfectly. Saves me the trouble of looking for you."
Zhou Fan's eternal Mangekyō Sharingan quickly swept over the people before him.
One, two, three, four, five... five people.
No, five vampires, to be precise.
Five vampires had appeared in total.
Three men and two women, all blond, blue-eyed foreigners, their faces as pale as corpses that had crawled out of their coffins.
Every one of them had slit pupils, though their eye colors varied. Some were blue, some red, and some green.
But at that moment, they all stared coldly at Zhou Fan, as though looking at prey waiting to be slaughtered.
The five stood in different positions, forming a semicircle around him, with roughly three meters between each of them.
That distance let them support one another without standing so close that their opponent could catch them all off guard.
At the center stood a tall woman with curly blond hair and delicate but bloodless features. Her scarlet slit pupils stood out sharply in the dim light.
Her hands hung naturally at her sides, but all ten fingernails were an unnatural dark red, as though they had been soaked in blood.
Two male vampires stood to her left and right.
The male vampire on the left was burly, his arms noticeably thicker than an ordinary adult's. His palms were covered in calluses-a sign of someone skilled in close-quarters combat.
The second vampire on the left was comparatively lean, with two short blades hanging at his waist and effeminate features.
At the rear left stood a male vampire who looked to be in his forties or fifties. His expression was steady and resolute, making it clear he was no pushover.
At the rear right was the second female vampire, holding