"You're the one who has...a skin allergy!"

The masked man finally got up from the ground and stubbornly denied Fagga's statement.

Fagga raised his eyes and glanced at the masked man; his torn clothes had been repaired.

It's basically the same old "robbing Peter to pay Paul" approach. You tear strips of cloth from a perfectly good garment and then patch up the hole.

But what surprised Fagga was that someone would actually carry a needle and thread with them when they went out.

Seemingly sensing Fagga's strange gaze, the masked man quickly put away his needle and thread, his expression froze, and after a moment he gritted his teeth and said:

"As a vampire, it's perfectly normal to carry a needle and thread around! Everyone gets their clothes ruined sometimes!"

"No, no, no, I am a vampire too, but I have never worn one."

Upon hearing this, Fagga waved his hands repeatedly, quickly distancing himself from the matter.

But the next moment, Fagga suddenly smiled and joked, "But according to you, does that mean every vampire is good at needlework?"

"Should be...right?"

The masked man's bloodshot eyes visibly hesitated for a moment before he said, "After all, none of us can stand in the sunlight. If we go outside and our clothes get torn, we're practically teetering on the edge of life and death."

"That's terrible!"

Faga clicked his tongue in amazement, realizing for the first time that he was a special existence even among the vampire race.

The sun, which other vampires couldn't tolerate, was as disgusting to him as Lina's cooking.

Eating too much can indeed be fatal, but there are ways to deal with it.

"Indeed, but it's strange that you're alright."

The masked man muttered to himself, his scarlet eyes fixed intently on Fagha, who could almost see a burning flame of curiosity within them.

"I heard from the clan elders that a mixed-blood vampire was active outside recently. Because it is a mixed-blood and did not grow up in the clan, it has no sense of clan identity, so it is not included in the clan."

"You're that half-vampire, aren't you? You're not afraid of the sun at all. Is this the advantage that mixed-race people have?"

The masked man lowered his head. As one of the main inventors of the "Demon II," he was both a warrior and a scholar, and was now deep in thought.

Meanwhile, Fagar, who was opposite him, had already twitched his lips several times.

He had good grades, so he naturally knew about the concept of "hybrid vigor" in biology.

Simply put, mixed-race children may integrate the best genes from two homozygous parents.

but...

Why do I feel like you're insulting me?

Fagga's face darkened, and he immediately prepared to take action.

The masked man, however, knew nothing of this and honestly replied:

"No, I'm seriously considering whether this is actually hybrid vigor? After all, it could also be atavism..."

As he spoke, he looked up.

Before he could even fully lift his head, everything went black. Fagga clenched his fist and slammed it straight at the masked man's face!

The masked man's eyes widened, and he immediately crossed his arms to shield himself.

The next moment, a tremendous force emanated from his arms, sending the masked man flying dozens of meters away. He staggered back several steps before regaining his balance.

Fagga, seizing the opportunity, pressed his advantage and charged forward with a powerful flap of its wings.

Suddenly, he caught sight of a burst of fire rushing towards him. Fagar stopped abruptly as the bullet whizzed past his chest, tearing several holes in his white shirt and leaving his fair skin slightly red.

Fagar turned his head and saw it was his female secretary, who had fired another shot.

No, it's a cold shot!

At this moment, the female secretary gritted her teeth. Although the recoil of the hand cannon was astonishing, and both of her arms were numb from the shock, she still raised the gun and pointed it at Fagar's forehead, ready to pull the trigger at any moment.

At the same time, she shouted, "Hey, vampire, let's get out of here!"

"I don't want to!"

The masked man stubbornly shook his head and said firmly, "His ability to not be afraid of sunlight is too rare. I want to take him back for research."

"But can you beat him?"

“He has never received a proper education from the vampire clan, there’s no reason I can’t beat him. As long as I spread my wings, I can win!”

"Then why don't you drive it?!"

The female secretary was about to break down. So you've always had a way to defeat Fagga, but you just never used it, right?

However, the masked man shook his head and said calmly, "It's daytime now. If you open your wings, they will rot the moment they come into contact with sunlight."

Thump!

Upon hearing this, both Fagga and the female secretary laughed.

However, the female secretary was so angry that she laughed.

She pointed at the masked man, her fingers trembling, her lips quivering for a long time, unable to utter a word.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Fagga chuckled and said, "So, my friend, since you can't spread your wings, how do you plan to defeat me?"

"My name is Bern Kunmutu."

"Um?"

Faga was slightly taken aback. Why did this person suddenly reveal their true identity?

Wait, Kunmutu?