As the live broadcast room was closed, a large number of people flocked to the last remaining live broadcast room, including many laboratory researchers.

Ever since the truth about the auction house was exposed by Bai Chi, all researchers have gathered in the research institute, where there are unified security personnel, which makes them feel safer.

When they started the live broadcast, everyone put down their work and watched it.

Everyone thought that Mr. Steve had made such thorough preparations, and there was only one vampire, so he would definitely win.

Even this morning, Steve sent messages to several research institutes, asking them to prepare funds and start the auction as soon as they catch this pure-blooded vampire!

But the result was still the same as the previous few days, from start to finish, the whole process took less than half an hour.

All the bodyguards died. The safe fortress that was thought to be foolproof collapsed in less than ten minutes. The lives and deaths of several well-known super-powered people were also unknown.

Even Steve, who had prepared in advance and hidden in another place, was caught so easily.

That is hundreds of kilometers away from the island, and it is the doomsday fortress that Steve started preparing ten years ago!

A place a hundred times safer than the manor on the island!

But there is still no ability to stop it.

Now almost everyone is staring at the screen in the live broadcast room with a grim expression, and they are not sleepy at all.

Perhaps it was too quiet, the atmosphere seemed particularly heavy, and the only sound on the screen was Steve's hoarse breathing.

He obviously didn't even have the strength to wail. A large number of scavenger birds surrounded him, pecking at his body non-stop. Sometimes, even his intestines were pulled out by the scavenger birds.

But in just two or three seconds, his body would recover and begin the next round of torture.

Such a powerful recovery ability should be envied by others, but now it is just endless torture.

This reminded them of the vampires who had their limbs cut off in the laboratory and then allowed to slowly recover in order to study their recovery ability.

Because they are half-bloods whose bloodline is already very thin, their recovery ability is very poor, and sometimes it takes several hours for a broken finger to recover.

Then the next round of research begins.

This cycle repeats itself until the vampire's energy is completely exhausted and they die in pain.

Someone swallowed, and the sound of swallowing was particularly clear in the overly silent space.

"He should be dead by the time the sun comes out, right? I saw that vampire prince drip a drop of his own blood on his forehead. Did he turn him into a half-vampire?"

The person who spoke was a young man who had just entered the laboratory. It was he who suggested that pure-blooded vampires were more valuable for research than the current half-blooded vampires and should have been the most promising people.

But now, even his voice was trembling.

He even had no strength left in his body, and his whole body was limp. If he hadn't been sitting on the sofa, he might have collapsed on the ground in a mess.

The others didn't know how to respond, and everyone looked at the young man with pity.

It was only the middle of the night, but no one was sleepy, and no one left. They just sat there waiting for the sun to come out.

Finally, after a lot of effort, the sunrise arrived and the darkness in the live broadcast room was dispelled by the orange sunlight.

Everyone was shocked and waited to see what would happen to Steve.

Some people even prayed in their hearts that when the sun came out, they would turn into ashes like a real vampire.

At least this way he could be free.

However, the opposite happened.

The scavenger birds came in batches, but when the sun shone on Steve, all he got was a dying scream from him. His already rotten skin seemed to be boiled, with blisters popping up one after another.

The blisters burst, pus oozing out, and it was disgusting and painful.

But he didn't die.

The burst blisters were eaten by scavenger birds, and then new flesh and blood grew, continued to rot, and were burned by the sun to form blisters, which then burst and were eaten.

At this moment, everyone could see clearly that there was already a pool of black blood under Steve's feet.

But all the torture has just begun, and I don’t know when it will end.