Even though Jesse let out all kinds of strange cries from the storage room behind him, Su Ming had no intention of turning around.
At first, there was pain in those sounds, but as time passed, they gradually changed, faintly carrying a flavor of pain mixed with pleasure. In the end, they simply became comfortable panting.
Forget Deathstroke—even the vampire beside him was stunned by those shameless moans. The empty blood bag in his hand fell to the floor in surprise, and his face wore an odd expression.
"I never imagined Jesse had that kind of hobby."
Su Ming was currently playing the part of a vampire, so he had to act like someone who had seen it all over a long life. With his hands clasped behind his back, he shook his head calmly. "He's human, and humans are highly adaptable. As long as they don't die, they'll get used to it eventually. But don't buy vacuum cleaners for the church anymore. Use robot vacuums instead. I'm worried Jesse will get addicted and die of pleasure."
"Everyone has to die someday. Maybe dying of pleasure isn't such a bad choice." Cassidy truly was a vampire, and he quickly accepted that explanation. Grinning, he asked, "But what exactly is going on with those angels?"
"They're just angels, God's weapons. There's nothing much to say." Su Ming had no intention of explaining in detail.
After today, none of this would have anything to do with this little church.
The gaunt vampire nodded as if he understood, then opened another bag of blood and shoved it into his mouth, sucking on it as he pondered.
About five minutes later, the two angels came out. The Cookie Box in the fat man's arms faintly glowed with white light.
"Did it work?" Su Ming