Washington's vampires welcomed their final night of revelry.
A dark alley was an ideal special location for spawning vampires and vagrants. Usually silent, it was now bustling with activity: five or six people, along with two bats, one fat and one thin, crowded around a young man on the ground.
Terror filled the young man's face as he sat sprawled on the ground, constantly scooting backward.
Anyone who saw this without knowing the circumstances would surely have thought the young man was being bullied.
Holding the Diamond Stone Sword, Yang Bo drove it viciously into the man's abdomen. A piece of cloth appeared out of thin air in his other hand, and he stuffed it into the man's mouth just as he was about to scream. There wasn't a trace of pity in Yang Bo's eyes. Instead, he began his hands-on explanation.
"You should all be able to see the health bar above his head. It's simple, just like playing a game. All you need to do now is knock his health down to fifteen percent."
He pulled out the Diamond Stone Sword and stabbed twice more, leaving the vampire with only a sliver of health. He casually searched the fellow's pockets, digging around for quite a while before finding a little over forty dollars. Luckily, the vampire also wore a watch, which he pocketed without hesitation.
After speaking, Yang Bo gestured to Albert beside him. "Take the Stake I gave you and stab him with it!"
Albert obediently took out the Stake and thrust it into the vampire's body. Although she looked young, killing vampires was as routine to her as drinking water.
In the game, the effect could only be triggered from behind. Reality wasn't nearly so troublesome; as long as the target's health was below fifteen percent,