?Reading on mobile phone Ciskept saw the situation was turning against him and seized the opportunity to bolt. The three female members of Eighty Electronics were momentarily stunned. Romana was the first to react, firing a series of shots at the back of the vampire king, while Shuya Jing swiftly threw her dagger. But it was too late—Ciskept vanished into the night. "Well, he actually managed to escape!" Hemu Qing was furious. After all, they had finally managed to summon a stronger opponent together, and with the battle seemingly within reach, Ciskept had slipped away. Shuya Jing picked up the dagger that had failed to catch Ciskept and sighed, "We've been going so smoothly lately—every vampire we've seen has been defeated and couldn't make it out alive. So we've unconsciously forgotten that fleeing was even an option!" Romana nodded in agreement, "Indeed. As the saying goes, 'a victorious army is destined to lose.' We've been a bit overconfident—this will serve as a lesson." Shuya Jing suddenly asked, "What would Xiao Feng have done in this situation?" "He just didn't think twice," the leader said. "He absolutely won't let the Vampire King escape. He'll have a hundred different ways to ensure the enemy stays alive—like launching single-soldier anti-tank missiles or powerful sniper shots at the enemy's back, or using incantations. Lightning and fire dragons would definitely be his top choices!" Shu, the policewoman, slapped her forehead. "How could I have forgotten this? Really, with so many weapons in the Naji collection, I only remembered this dagger in my hand!" The three women sighed in resignation, placing all their hopes on luck. In another city, Qin Feng pushed the middle-aged foreigner into a dead-end alley. Likewise, he too was the Vampire King, even stronger than Scot. He had originally dismissed the city's military and police forces as mere inconveniences—until he appeared, when suddenly, a formidable opponent locked onto him, and he'd been fleeing ever since. Of course, he wasn't fleeing from the start. After a few exchanges, he realized he simply wasn't up to par—pushing on meant certain death. So what was he waiting for? He just had to run. Though not young by any means, this fellow moves with remarkable agility, using the terrain and buildings, hands and feet in unison—essentially a parkour expert. If it were anyone else chasing him, he'd likely lose his trail within a few encounters. But Qin Feng was stepping on flying swords; no matter how up and down he leapt, even if you were Sun Wukong himself, you'd never escape his grasp—let alone a mere fledgling bat. The bloodline can transform into a half-human, half-bat form, with significantly enhanced strength. As a lower-tier vampire, besides growing sharper teeth and fingernails, they possess few other abilities. "Chinese man," the handsome elder turned and asked, his eyes still scanning the surroundings, searching for a clear escape route. "You're not getting away with it, no matter how many wings you plug into your back," Qin the Young man said coldly, adding, "Why are you causing trouble here in our Chinese realm? Who's behind this move?" The tall gentleman also flashed a cold smile: "You may kill me, but you won't extract a single valuable piece of information from me. And besides, do you really think you can kill me?" "I'd rather not dirty my hands with your death. But how can you think of coming to my patch of land and making a scene? Even if you're a mess, I'll make sure you're dead today." Qin the Young man thought quickly, and his flying sword shot toward the tall gentleman. "Chinese cultivator," the tall gentleman exclaimed, quickly drawing a floral sword to block. Man, it's amazing—everyone knows I'm a cultivator, and most of them are foreigners. After all, back in China, outside of a few real power players in the military and political circles, ordinary people didn't even know about me. So why is this secret no longer a secret among the foreigners? At the end of the day, it all comes down to gratitude toward the nation and the Party. Without their relentless efforts to keep the news hidden, how could the common people possibly have known? Tink... crack... The elder gentleman's flower sword was severed into two halves, and the flying sword left a wound upon his body. Pffft... The elder gentleman collapsed to the ground, gasping heavily, completely surprised that he hadn't even managed to parry a single attack from his opponent. Qin Feng paused his assault and said, "All I need from you is one answer: within the vampire lineage, is your strength considered high or low?" "Hmph. I'm certainly no master. If today you faced a royal-level vampire, you'd be dead before you could speak," the elder gentleman straightened his neck. "I'm no match for you—kill me, then!" "As you wish," said Qin, the young noble, and immediately the flying sword pierced his chest. Pfft... The sharp tip of the sword plunged in, seemingly about to pierce the enemy's chest—yet at that very moment, the sword suddenly halted. Its blade began to tremble violently, then *thud*—it crashed to the ground. "Woah," Qin Shao exclaimed, eyes wide. What on earth was going on? Since he had mastered the technique of wielding the flying sword, this had never happened before. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't establish a connection with it. On the sword's edge, traces of black-purple blood were visible—most peculiar. "Hahahaha! Immortals aren't invincible, and flying swords have their weaknesses—especially when faced with our blood-based attacks. No flying sword can withstand our onslaught!" He stood firm, legs planted, his body rising higher as he spoke with growing confidence. "Today, you won't be able to defeat me. So, until we meet again, I promise to feed on more Chinese people—hahahaha!" There was no way he could escape. You thought your guy relied solely on his flying sword, right? Suddenly, a 20-millimeter anti-vehicle rifle materializes in his hands, capable of firing high-impact armor-piercing rounds. *Boom!* A bullet strikes the elder gentleman in the back, sending him staggering as he plummets from the sky. Yet once he lands, he begins scrambling on all fours, moving faster than ever—employing a zigzag escape pattern that makes it impossible for Qin's young lord to maintain a steady aim. "Hey! I've still got more!" he shouts, tossing aside the rifle and now securing a tank-mounted missile on his shoulder. *Swoosh!* The missile trails a long flame as it races toward the elder gentleman, followed by a powerful explosion—*crash!* The elder gentleman is thrown into a state of disarray, covered in wounds, and upon looking down, finds both of his legs severed. *Crack!* A lightning bolt descends, lifting him skyward before slamming him back down to the ground. This isn't over yet. Qin's young lord gripped the hilt of his sword and dealt a fierce blow to the man's back of the neck. Gurgle... gurgle... The large head rolled to the side, and the lifeless body collapsed on the ground. "NND! You really have it in for my flying sword, don't you? You're clearly losing your mind!" He spat into the corpse and exclaimed, "If I wanted to clean my hands, I'd have killed you right then and there. I'd have even let you run—so why don't you just keep running?" Ah, sneeze... He gave a massive sneeze and turned to himself, murmuring, "Who's talking about me? I don't even know if it's praise or criticism."