Everyone watched the father and son turn on each other.
Yang Bo lit a cigarette and sighed.
"Clean it all up!"
He paused... then saw Olena struggling to rise from the floor, and he couldn't help remembering her final wish in the original story.
He pointed at her and said, "Let her turn to ash in the sunlight."
With that, Yang Bo turned and left. A rapid volley of crossbow fire sounded behind him. Both the vampires who had survived by sheer luck and Norma were riddled with bolts, their bodies bursting into flames before crumbling to ash.
Outside the room, numerous workers in matching gray uniforms had already arrived. They nodded in greeting when they saw Yang Bo.
These were the Hunter Guild's logistics staff, elites whom Yang Bo had personally trained with wholehearted dedication.
Yang Bo smiled and acknowledged each of them, then said earnestly:
"Clean it out thoroughly. Don't leave anything valuable behind. I want you to sweep even the floors with metal detectors."
The eager workers answered, "Yes, Guildmaster!"
Then, armed with all kinds of specialized equipment, they scoured the base for anything of value.
Watching them work so diligently, Yang Bo's lips curled into a smile.
He would set aside a percentage of everything they acquired to fund the Guild and distribute the rest among everyone, ensuring that none of his Vampire Hunters ended up in Spider-Man's situation.
As he put it, "You can only swing hard at vampires once you've had your fill of food and drink."
When he reached the stronghold's entrance, numerous Vampire Hunters stood guard below. Most were in Stealth, though, and without the Minimap, even he would have struggled to detect them.
He took a drag on his cigarette as footsteps sounded behind him.
Yang Bo knew who it was