?Mobile reading In no time, two more vampires fell victim to the combined efforts of the three women. The military and police officers expressed genuine admiration for their combat prowess. Though vampires, like any other, proved vulnerable under the fire of large-caliber machine guns and were often hit with precision, they were not static—they moved swiftly and agilely. Unless completely blocked and cornered, they were rarely caught. To successfully eliminate a single vampire required at least several dozen people working in perfect coordination, with no room for error; otherwise, all efforts would be wasted. In contrast, the trio of He Muqing, Shu Yajing, and Luo Man proved utterly unstoppable—any enemy within their line of sight found it impossible to escape. In the darkness, a pair of sharp, watchful eyes remained fixed upon them. He was the second most prominent vampire visiting China—Sikot— a seasoned vampire of royal rank, holding the title of Vampire King. Among the vampire race, there are five ranks—junior, intermediate, senior, royal, and imperial. Though they have always been held in high esteem by the bloodline, the hierarchy remains extremely strict, and advancement is absolutely contingent upon demonstrated strength. Historical records show that over centuries, only a few have risen to become imperial vampires, while the rank of royal vampire has been more common. Unofficial estimates indicate that Europe currently boasts over ten royal vampires, who either serve as close allies or bitter rivals, exhibiting both deep camaraderie and enduring, unyielding conflicts. The two royal vampires visiting China have maintained a particularly strong relationship—otherwise, they would not have traveled together. In recent days, numerous vampires killed have been under Sir Scot’s command, accounting for nearly six out of every ten of his elite officers. Should this trend continue, even if he successfully returns to Europe, he will no longer possess the stature to stand on equal footing with other royal vampires. Thus, he feels deeply dissatisfied. It was said that all it took was a single bite to the neck to turn someone into one's subordinate. But for a new vampire to rise to elite status, it required a long and arduous journey. Now he regretted having come here without asking questions—naively believing that the Chinese would be easy to manage. Experience had proven otherwise. Yet by now, the situation had progressed so far that even if he tried to retreat, he would likely find no opportunity. The Chinese had established an intricate network of defenses throughout the region, with customs and border posts likely staffed even more heavily. Leaving would be no simple task. He watched helplessly as one of his subordinates was killed by the combined efforts of the three women, yet could do nothing due to the distance. In the distance, He Muqing carefully wiped the blade with a tissue, noting that it remained untouched by blood, and smiled, saying, "These people are simply too weak. I've started to lose the thrill of killing them!" "Indeed, they're quite underwhelming." "Shu Jinghua agreed. In fact, only Luoman felt the pressure—after all, as an ordinary person, she could only engage enemies at a distance, her main contribution being to slow them down. The crucial finishing blows, however, rested squarely on He and Shu Jinghua. Luoman had been consistently diligent, even managing to take down a fleeing assailant by shattering his skull with a gunshot. Scot gritted his teeth, watching the three of them. Just moments ago, he had witnessed their combined strength firsthand. He truly wasn't sure if he could charge straight ahead to avenge his subordinates. He had planned to strike one by one once they separated, confident in his individual combat abilities. Yet, throughout their journey, the three women had shown no intention of parting ways. On patrol, Shu Jinghua furrowed her brows and whispered, "I think there are two eyes watching us from behind!" "Leader nodded, saying, "I've had the same feeling, but every time I look back, there's always no one there—sometimes I wonder if my sixth sense has failed. Now that Jingjing also senses it, it must mean someone is actually following us!" Roman maintained his composed, indifferent expression and remarked, "Looks like a true expert. He's been following us for so long without being noticed. What does he intend to do?" "He's probably waiting for the right moment. Since we've been together all this time, he must feel at a loss on how to act," Leader immediately revealed the opponent's strategy. All three women smiled in unison, clearly thinking along the same lines. Since the opponent isn't willing to make a move on his own, they'll create an opportunity for him to act. Shu, stretching lazily, said to the other two, "I'll go check over there. There was something unusual just now—some breeze, some movement. You don't need to follow me; I can handle it alone!" "Be careful," Roman said with concern, knowing that since this was a performance, they had to make it truly convincing. "Don't worry, everything will be fine," Su calmly removed her sidearm and handed it to the senior official. Ciscot, hiding in the grass, felt his heart race—finally, after all the waiting, his moment had arrived. He moved silently, one hand gripping his short sword, two sharp fangs protruding from his mouth, ready to pounce. When Su reached a quiet spot, she pulled out a pack of cigarettes from her pocket, neatly lit one for herself, creating the appearance of being slightly distracted. Seeing this, Ciscot knew it was the perfect moment to act—he had no further reason to hesitate. With a sudden burst of power, he drove his legs into the ground, propelling himself forward like a cannonball, charging straight at Su. His plan was to strike her first with a sharp thrust, then drain her of blood. Crack! Crack! Crack! Then—*shh*—as the gunshots rang out, Su, who had been enjoying a relaxed expression, suddenly raised her right hand, holding Sarahville firmly, and with precise timing, her sharp dagger struck cleanly against the tip of Ciscot’s short sword. Clang! The short sword snapped in two, and Scott, struck by several bullets, staggered sideways. Shu, the policewoman, seized the moment and delivered a powerful kick to his back—sending him sprawling like a dog that had just eaten its dinner. He-Ling and Lu-Man had been quietly following behind all along, completely unaware that the real threat was now emerging from behind. Before Scott could even rise, the three women launched a coordinated assault—Lu-Man provided long-range support, while He-Ling and Shu closed in for close-range combat. With his sword gone, Scott was left only with his sharp teeth and two arms. He roared, leaping to his feet, ignoring the bullets flying toward him and using his arms—now as thin and frail as twigs—to launch a determined counterattack. The vampire king’s strength far surpassed that of an ordinary human. From the very start of the engagement, the three women sensed it. They worked in perfect harmony, repeatedly deflecting the enemy’s attacks and gradually pushing him into a defensive position. After several more moves, Cisco felt even less confident. Even if he managed to hold his own or turn the tide, the military and police officers surrounding him were everywhere—though they might not be a serious threat in terms of combat, their weapons were no ordinary tools.