Chapter 1 What Just Happened...

The Asian youth sat on the ground, dazed. His ears rang with the overlapping screams of terror, his eyes reflected Li Ang's bloated, out-of-shape figure.

Young men and women who came to the nightclub to have fun scrambled to escape, even the DJ on stage took off his headphones and ran, not forgetting to roll up his treasured records in his fluorescent green jacket before leaving.

All sorts of people crowded at the door, while the security supervisor with a gloomy face pushed through the crowd, leading a few of his men towards Li Ang.

Li Ang quickly and steadily replaced the handgun magazine, shooting at the several enemies. Two "bang" sounds echoed.

The security supervisor was shot twice in the center of his chest, and his footsteps faltered for a moment.

He lowered his head and tore open his suit jacket, which had been pierced by bullets—no blood seeped from his chest, the bullets lodging perfectly in the muscle.

A hint of a smile flashed across the security supervisor's face. He raised his head, looked at the unbelievable look of horror on Li Ang's face, grinned, and revealed four sharp, narrow fangs with blood grooves.

"You can't kill me, old woman..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Li Ang pull out a Barrett M82A1 from somewhere, one hand holding the gun body, the other gripping the handle. "Sorry, what did you say?"

Almost the instant he saw the anti-materiel rifle, the security supervisor threw himself to the ground, rolling sideways.

However, Li Ang was faster, moving the muzzle and pulling the trigger hard. "Eat my quick scope!"

Bang!

The gunshot was like thunder, the muzzle flashed.

Even after being reduced by the double-baffle V-shaped muzzle brake, the enormous recoil was fully absorbed by Li Ang.

The Barrett M82A1 sniper rifle was developed in the 1980s, using 0.50 BMG (12.7mm) ammunition. It has a long range, high accuracy, and great power, and can effectively destroy special targets such as trucks and helicopters, hence its name, "anti-materiel rifle."

Although the M82A1 sniper rifle in the gun shop was not using Norwegian Raufoss Mk 211 armor-piercing incendiary rounds, when the 12.7mm ammunition hit the security supervisor's shoulder,

half of his body was torn apart, and he flew out as if he had been hit by a battering ram—like a bowling ball rolling all over the ground.

The few subordinates who had been standing behind the security supervisor were stunned in place, the dull, loud gunshot still ringing in their ears.

It wasn't until Li Ang moved the muzzle to aim at them that they came back to their senses and turned to flee in panic.

There was only one person with one sniper rifle on the other side. If they swarmed him, they would definitely be able to tear him to pieces before he wiped them all out.

However, that would definitely come at a price.

No one wanted to be the soul claimed by the second bullet, so they could only flee separately—anyway, they had more people, and the other side only had one sniper rifle. Taking advantage of the gap while he reloaded, they could definitely escape a few of them.

"Don't run! I won't miss!"

Li Ang shouted loudly, sounding very exasperated.

The few security guards ran even harder, not knowing that behind them, Li Ang slowly and methodically put away the sniper rifle, took out an AK-47 assault rifle, and shouted, "Let me teach you how to control the AK!" before spraying the few people.

Da da da da da da.

The gunshots were like a torrential rain falling to the ground, the muzzle constantly flashing.

After the magazine was emptied, there wasn't a single living person standing on the first floor of the nightclub except for Li Ang. All the security personnel were lying on the ground, submerged in a pool of warm blood.

"Huh? Why did they go down so quickly? And with red blood?"

Li Ang raised the still-smoking muzzle, reached out and rubbed his chin. "Didn't I see people in the chicken-eating game bleeding green?"

No one answered his question. Li Ang turned around, looked at the Asian man sitting on the ground in a daze, and asked kindly, "Little buddy, can you still walk?"

"Huh?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, looked at Li Ang's kind face, and shuddered as if waking from a dream. He opened his bloodied mouth and hurriedly replied, "Yes! I can walk."

"Good."

Li Ang nodded and dragged him up from the ground. "Take this lady and leave by car, remember to go through the side door."

The young man nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and after a long while, he belatedly asked, "What about you..."

"I still have something to do."

A strange smile flashed across Li Ang's face. He turned around, not looking at the young man who helped the unconscious woman escape from the side door, and slowly walked through the hall with the assault rifle.

He came to the security supervisor who had his entire left arm torn off by a shot from the M82A1 sniper rifle, and was now unconscious in the corner.

"Sleeping soundly, huh."

Li Ang tilted his head, glanced at the security supervisor with blood flowing all over the ground, and smiled as he poked the muzzle into the other's broken shoulder, saying, "Don't you want to wake up?"

"Ahhhhh!"

The security supervisor, who had been pretending to be unconscious, finally couldn't pretend any longer. A ferocious expression appeared on his pale face, and his body trunk continued to swell, bursting his suit open, revealing skin covered with a shallow layer of black hair.

Vampire, the blood flowing in his veins, the legendary immortal, eternally youthful, and possessing all kinds of extraordinary powers vampire.

Although he was just newly embraced, a lowly blood slave with no spells or superpowers, his life essence had already transcended humanity, far beyond what ordinary people could match.

As long as he could get close to the other party, the security supervisor was confident that he could punch through his chest and kill him...

With this thought, he suddenly jumped up, his muscular arm swinging fiercely towards Li Ang, bringing a strong gust of wind.

Before the fist could approach, Li Ang kicked out lightly,

The tip of his plain sports shoe hit his chest squarely.

sending him crashing hard into the concrete wall, all his ribs broken, vomiting a large wad of red and black blood.

Under the torment of pain, the security supervisor wished he could really pass out.

But Li Ang was still approaching, bending down, reaching out and grabbing his hair,

slowly and steadily tearing off his entire scalp,

while gently asking, "Where is Felix Miller?"

Under the excruciating pain, the security supervisor could hardly maintain his sanity, only screaming miserably—the consequence of doing so was that Li Ang reached into his shoulder section and gently scratched the bones inside.

Like a cat lazily scratching a scratching post.

"Third, left side at the end of the corridor on the third floor! Ahhhh!"

The security supervisor screamed shrilly, but Li Ang was still rotating his bones,

and reached out his other hand to take out his mobile phone from his pocket, unlocked it with his fingerprint, and started browsing through the chat history.

This nightclub was indeed a hotbed of filth, relying on the Miller family's power to do all kinds of evil, looking for guests who came to the nightclub, drugging them and sending them to the VIP rooms of the big shots.

Li Ang flipped through various documents on the phone, a strange smile on his face. "You guys are pretty good at playing."

The security supervisor, who was paralyzed on the ground, had a look of grayness in his eyes. He had already sensed that no matter what, the other party would not let him go.

But still clinging to a glimmer of hope, he pleaded with a bitter face, his voice weak, "Please... I don't want to die, I still have a family, please let me go..."

Li Ang shook his head, casually poked his palm into the other's waist and abdomen, pulled out a broken rib from inside, poked it into his eye socket, twisted it back and forth, and completely ended the other's life.

"How disgusting..."

Li Ang wiped his hands on the security supervisor's suit, stood up, and looked at a corner of the nightclub. "The stairwell... is over there."

Wan Jia Xiong Meng