If you were to stand in the shoes of these young masters, this situation would be utterly terrifying—

At the end of a dark, narrow tunnel, an old woman in a crisp suit, with a wide smile plastered on her face, was hurtling toward them with a ground-skimming flight. She was shouting nonsensical words and wielding a blood-stained spear that looked intimidating.

Startled by Li Ang's voice, the young masters didn't bother with the escape valve, ignoring the three-meter drop to the sewage, and jumped. Their pampered bodies, raised with silver spoons in their mouths, tumbled into the filthy water.

One unlucky soul rolled twice, his mouth snapping open from the impact and filling with foul water. He promptly threw up.

"Ugh—"

Before he could expel the sour liquid, a spear extended from the escape passage, the bone blade piercing him like a giant crossbow bolt.

With tremendous force, it pinned him to the brick wall of the sewer!

The young master lowered his head in disbelief, staring at the spear impaling his chest. His eyes widened, and he tried to speak, but only a low, hissing "Euh—" escaped his lips.

Thanks to the weak light source of the sewer wall lamp at the bend ahead, the young masters barely made out their companion's gruesome death.

Li Ang, wielding the bone-tipped spear, retracted the blade with a flick of his wrist. The young master who had been pinned to the wall slid down the slope, half of his body submerged in sewage.

With a "thud," Li Ang lightly jumped down from the escape passage.

He held the spear, its tip tapping against the ground, suspending himself in the air like the Monkey King swinging his staff, so his feet wouldn't touch the sewage.

This bizarre entrance caused the young masters' hearts to explode with fear.

One of them scrambled to his feet, crawling away in a panic.

"Don't run!"

Li Ang roared, but the man only ran faster.

Before he could reach the corner, Li Ang, perched in mid-air, pulled out his pistol and fired at his back.

The loud gunshot echoed through the sewer, and the man collapsed as if all strength had been drained from him.

"I told you not to run."

Li Ang twirled his pistol and scanned the young masters, some crouching, some prone.

"Ah, these youngsters these days are getting lazier and lazier. If you had persisted in shooting yourselves with small-caliber bullets, you'd be immune to bullet damage by now."

Faced with Li Ang's gaze, the young masters didn't dare make a sound or a move. They could only lie in the sewage, trying to make themselves as small as possible.

"Stand up, I'm a reasonable person."

Li Ang waved his pistol with a benevolent smile. The trembling young masters exchanged glances and climbed out of the sewage.

"Hey, don't be so nervous and reserved. I won't hurt you."

Li Ang looked at their pathetic, tentative appearances and said kindly, "Which way did they go? Tell me, and I won't kill you."

"Th-they went that way."

A red-haired young man timidly raised his arm, pointing ahead. "I just saw them turn right."

"Very good, what a good boy. Go on, I won't kill you."

Li Ang nodded. The young masters exchanged glances, their eyes filled with ecstatic relief.

They hesitated for a moment, then limped toward the back of the sewer.

"Wait!"

Li Ang's cold voice rang out behind them. "The last one, what's that on your head?"

The group of young masters turned around and saw that the head of the young man with dreadlocks at the back was topped with a half-stick of brown matter.

The smell, the shape...

It was sh*t. Definitely sh*t.

"So, you were secretly eating Snickers bars behind my back!"

Li Ang roared in anger. "Then I can't let you live!"

Without waiting for the terrified young masters to explain, Li Ang drew his pistol and emptied the magazine, hitting each of them between the eyebrows.

The bodies fell to the ground. Li Ang cursed and put away his gun, flicking the bone-tipped spear and hopping along the sewer like a stilt walker. He moved surprisingly fast.

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Far away, the fleeing vampires clearly heard the gunshots ringing out behind them thanks to their supernatural hearing.

Felix's face turned green and white. The fact that the other party had caught up so quickly proved that Paul had not been able to stop them.

"Damn it!"

He spat out a curse. When he reached a fork in the road, he waved his hand. "You, and you, run that way."

Individual ghoul bodyguards were useless for protecting him. He might as well send two of them down another path to confuse the enemy.

The two bodyguards pointed out by Felix had strange expressions on their faces, but their bodies followed his instructions. They ran along the other side of the fork, no longer trying to lighten their footsteps, but deliberately trampling on the puddles to make as much noise as possible.

True vampires had a biological hierarchy over these servants, who had only undergone a low-quality Embrace.

No matter how absurd or unbelievable the command, the ghouls had to obey.

Felix and his group set off again, running rapidly through the dark sewer while listening carefully to find the enemy's exact location.

Tap, tap, tap.

The sound of something tapping against the ground rang out far behind them. The frequency grew faster and faster, and the distance grew closer and closer, like the death knell of the grim reaper.

The enemy was catching up.

Felix's spine went cold, and his hair stood on end. He quickened his pace, each step covering seven meters as if he were flying close to the ground.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.

But the sound behind him grew closer and closer.

Felix subconsciously glanced back and saw an old woman on spear stilts, rounding the corner and hopping toward them with a strange laugh.

"Shoot, shoot!"

Felix roared and continued to run forward, leaving five ghoul bodyguards behind to stop and fire at Li Ang with submachine guns.

The dense bullets covered the entire sewer like a horizontal rain curtain.

But Li Ang activated the effect of the Phase Boots, increasing his movement speed for 10 seconds and ignoring most kinetic damage.

The bullets passed through his seemingly illusory body, hitting the brick walls and ricocheting back and forth.

Ten seconds of accelerated time was enough for Li Ang to cross the distance and reach the center of the five ghoul bodyguards being used as bait.

With a violent thrust of his spear, he spun it in the air, drawing a circle downward and beheading all of his enemies.

Five heads fell to the ground. Li Ang didn't even glance at them. He flicked his spear and, like a pole vaulter, bounded toward Felix.

The bodyguards surrounding Felix immediately transformed into half-human, half-bat monsters, trying to tear Li Ang apart with their sharp fingers.

However, their hands could only lightly brush past Li Ang's illusion without causing any damage. At the same time, they were each pierced through their eye sockets, their skulls flipped open by the spear.

"Whoosh—"

The sound of air being torn apart rushed toward Felix. The young master of the Miller family revealed a sinister expression.

His originally effeminate face became slightly narrower, and four sharp fangs extended from his mouth. Thin, translucent bat wings grew from under his armpits.

An invisible gust of wind rose from beneath him, causing his body to shift slightly, dodging the bone blade, which carried a strong ripple of energy, by a hair's breadth.

Li Ang, still suspended in the air, saw this and pulled out an assault rifle, spraying bullets forward.

With his back to the rain of bullets, Felix violently flapped his wings, his body splitting into countless black bats with only scarlet eyes. They gathered into a ball and flew across the ground at an extremely high speed.

After sacrificing dozens of bats, the swarm survived the barrage.

"Success!"

Felix was ecstatic. The young vampire was still too young and lacked skill. Maintaining the bat swarm state consumed a great deal of energy, and he wouldn't be able to run far.

But this speed was enough to shake off the old woman with the spear.

Who's the fool now? I can fly!

Thinking this, Felix commanded a bat to look back.

He saw that four slender, pale female arms had grown out of Li Ang's back. The arms reluctantly gripped the seams in the brick wall of the sewer, pulling Li Ang back like a slingshot.

Then, they hurled him forward!

Li Ang's body traveled in a straight line through the air. He put away his spear, pulled out a xiàndànqiang called the Remington 870, and activated the Blood Meat Grinder title skill as he pulled the trigger on the bat swarm.