Vampire Plan

"The hall's been cleared."

Hela walked over to Deathstroke, who was in the middle of moving house. She drove the spike in her hand straight into the floor and wiped the foul-smelling blood from her face.

"Come on. The ballroom."

Su Ming tossed aside the small bag in his hand. It contained the female vampires' cosmetics; everything valuable had already been taken.

Backpack space was limited, so he had to choose the good stuff.

There were already this many vampires in the hall. There should be even more in the ballroom, right? This clan was pretty strong.

Satana picked up the things Deathstroke had discarded earlier, took out the cosmetics, and put them into her own pocket. Vampires believed the paler one was, the more beautiful one was. Their cosmetics had especially good whitening effects, and she wanted them.

Parham dismounted. The castle hall could accommodate a horse, but if he stayed mounted in the ballroom, he would probably hit his head.

When they passed through several rooms and arrived at the ballroom, they found a group of vampires waiting in formation. Not only were they obviously better dressed than the ones outside, they also felt considerably stronger.

Their shoes clicked crisply against the beautiful wooden floor as bright red blood flowed freely across it.

"Which one of you is Giovanni?"

Su Ming stepped forward and called out. Once he dealt with the clan leader, everything would be over.

Yet no one on the other side answered. Instead, they launched an attack, and a barrage of Dark Magic came flying over.

"Honestly, not elegant at all." Su Ming sighed and tilted his head. "Why are they like Werewolves? Don't they have any gentlemanly manners? Kill them all."

So Parham, Hela, and the others once again tangled with the enemy, while