With a dark expression, Allen kicked him over, yelling, "What did you say?!"
“Count, I... I just walked away for a moment.”
Wesson got up from the ground, trembling with fear.
Allen gave him a cold look and roared, "What about them?"
"Send them over here now!"
Allen rubbed his forehead, indicating a headache.
He's really raising a bunch of good-for-nothings!
Wesson didn't speak; he kept his head down, and fine beads of sweat had already appeared on his forehead.
With just one glance, Rong Shang saw through the situation. It seemed that this matter was more than just slacking off.
“Earl… Earl…”
Wesson stammered, only to be kicked hard by Allen again. "Aren't you going yet?!"
Are they rushing to put on a big show?
With a thud, Wesson clutched his stomach where he had been kicked and got up again. He could no longer hide it, and he forced himself to say, "Count, they... they're all dead."
He only slacked off for an hour, but who knew that by the time he rushed back, they were already...
"What did you say?"
His pupils suddenly dilated, and in an instant, Allen's handsome face was filled with a bloody scene.
With a whoosh, a bone-chilling gust of wind swept in. Before Wilson could even see Allen, he was suddenly gripped tightly by the neck.
Wesson let out a painful "uh," his pale skin turning bright red in an instant. "Earl, Earl, I said they're all dead, each shot in the heart."
Low-level vampires like them are incapable of healing their wounds; a single bullet is enough to kill them.
Shocked, Allen stared wide-eyed for a long time without saying a word.
But instead of loosening his grip on Wilson, he used all his strength, and the veins on the back of his fair hand were already bulging.
A moment later, in the lobby, which was already filled with a low-pressure atmosphere, the sound of bones "cracking" was extremely crisp.
Without even blinking, Allen cruelly snapped Wesson's neck.
He loosened his grip, and the body fell.
Allen turned away expressionlessly.
He never keeps useless people as pets.
Before her eyes, Rong Shang clicked her tongue, and then saw Allen raise his lips and sneer.
"Helian Junmo, I really underestimated you."
I never expected that his subordinates were so well hidden, yet he was still able to detect them.
This really surprised Allen.
But if Helian Junmo really answered his question, wouldn't that be admitting that he was a Blood Hunter?
His eyes flickered, and Helian Junmo moved his thin lips, "Count, I don't understand what you're saying."
"Tsk." Allen raised an eyebrow, a sinister smile on his face. "Keep pretending. Just keep pretending."
He had only had some doubts at first, but now he truly believed that Helian Junmo was the Blood Hunter.
Helian Junmo pursed his lips and didn't answer him again.
Rong Shang, standing beside him, suddenly stood up and glanced at Allen with a cold look. "We'll talk when you have evidence."
"After all that, I still don't know what they're investigating. What a waste of my time."
Turning her gaze away, Rong Shang reached out her hand to Helian Junmo, "Darling, let's go back."
go back?
Helian Junmo was naturally happy to oblige. He reached out and took her cold hand, then stood up as well. "Yes, let's go back."
And so, despite their initial confidence in capturing Helian Junmo, their plan failed again, and they even lost several vampires.
With a grim expression, Allen clenched his fists tightly, and the bloodthirsty aura in his red pupils grew stronger.
Damn it!
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