"You're my friend, but I still feel like I don't know you at all..." Qin said, stammering as if he were a drunkard, delivering the scene with such authenticity that he didn't fall short of any international celebrity. Eighty-Eleven E-book "Of course I'm your friend—I'm Charlie. Didn't you forget?" The man patted Qin's shoulder while smiling. "Last time you got so drunk that your wife wouldn't let you in. Isn't it me who convinced her, so you didn't have to end up sleeping on the streets?" Qin narrowed his eyes, thinking: You people really don't know how to act. I'm clearly a stranger here—how could you come up with such a story? I even don't know if I have a wife. The man's companion stepped up behind him. As soon as Qin spoke up to object, the companion immediately knocked him out with a single palm. The others at the bar paid no attention—this wasn't the first time they'd seen something like this. Seeing that the person behind was about to move in, Qin lightly raised his eyebrows, feigning sudden realization: "Charles, it really is you! I'm sorry I didn't recognize you earlier—how did you end up here? What a coincidence!" "Yes, it truly is a coincidence. But you're clearly quite drunk. I'll walk you back." The man gave a signal to his companion, indicating they didn't need to knock him out—they could take him right away. Qin willingly leaned his arm on the other man's shoulder and smiled warmly: "That would be wonderful—thank you so much for your help. I still haven't properly thanked you for what you did last time. This way, I'll have the pleasure of inviting you to dinner tomorrow!" The two men supported him as they walked toward the exit. The noble vampire finished off the remaining wine in his cup, then coldly murmured to himself: "Poor foreigner—why did he have to come here? What a stroke of bad luck! Now, he'll never leave this place again!" With that, he also stood up and departed. Three people supported Qin Feng, who was "drunken as mud," and joined the high-level vampire. They asked, "Shall we just pick a quiet spot somewhere, or should we take him back and handle it slowly?" "The high-level vampire replied, 'Just find a quiet place and get it over with quickly.' 'Taking him back is safer, but once he's bitten, we'll have to feed and care for him afterward.'" The three nodded in agreement and began dragging him toward a deserted dead-end alley. The high-level vampire stood at the alley entrance, on watch, though vampire bites weren't exactly a rare event in the area, they still felt it wise to be cautious and minimize any disruption to the local residents' daily lives. The three of them opened their mouths simultaneously, ready to bite into his neck at the same time. Just then, Qin Shao's eyes suddenly opened and glowed. After all, it's quite unusual for human eyes to emit light in the dark—even a vampire would be startled by this. Thud… crack… The man stationed at the doorway grew increasingly impatient, asking, "Is everything settled? I've noticed you lot are getting dumber by the day. All it takes is a single bite—why make such a fuss? Just finish and move on, so people don't see you!" No one responded, and his impatience only grew. He turned around, "Now, you hear me—cough, cough—" His neck was suddenly gripped by a pair of hands resembling pliers, and his feet lifted off the ground, kicking wildly. Only then did he catch sight of the man pinning his neck. It was the drunk brought from the bar. Behind him, three of his subordinates lay dead—though some distance away, he could still clearly sense their passing. "What… exactly are you?" he gasped, his voice strained. "What do you want? Killing people is illegal, isn't it?" "Hah! Illegal? When did killing vampires become a crime? Don't think I'm a stranger here—don't think I don't know the rules." "Qin Dashi coldly smiled and said, 'Give you a chance to live. Answer one question, and you'll be safe!' 'You... go ahead,' he replied. Originally, he had intended to resist, but he found himself utterly powerless—this clearly indicated that the opponent was far stronger than himself. Thus, he decided it was better to simply cooperate rather than waste energy. 'You're not bad,' Qin Dashi relaxed his grip slightly and said, 'My question is: is there a vampire king here? If so, where exactly?' The other replied, 'There isn't one here. There is one fifty kilometers outside this city—he's the owner of Black Leopard Nightclub, and he usually stays in the basement.' 'I'll kill you if you lie,' Qin Dashi threatened. The man quickly responded, 'I'm telling the truth. Every word is genuine. I swear!' 'Very well.' Qin lightly twisted his wrist, and with a crisp crack, the man's cervical bones shattered into dozens of fragments—his life ended instantly. He released the body and smiled, saying, "Since no one could verify whether your words were true or false, I'll treat them as false. If they're proven true later, then only your bad luck remains—dying in your own hometown is no easy feat. Should you have a next life, remember never to bother outsiders again; there are some people you simply can't stand!" With that, he strode off. One hundred and fifty kilometers took only twenty minutes. Soon, he arrived at the door of a nightclub named Black Leopard, just as busy as the previous place. Inside, he reached out and pulled a server toward him, handed him a one-hundred-yuan bill, and asked, "Tell me where the manager is—just give me the address. I'll find him myself." The waiter, though confused about the situation, knew one thing above all—money. He gestured toward the basement and said, "The boss is down there. Just a few friends came in a while ago; they must be drinking. You're one of his friends, aren't you?" "Exactly. Good friends—yes, it's the boss who invited me." Qin Shao smiled, loosened his grip, patted the waiter on the shoulder, and walked toward the entrance to the basement. At the entrance stood a tall, broad-shouldered man who showed no reaction to Qin Shao's arrival—his expression remained unchanged. It wasn't that they didn't want to react; their bodies simply wouldn't allow it. Noticing this, the attentive waiter murmured to himself, "I always suspected it—surely the boss's friends. Even the gatekeeper didn't say a word. What a good friend indeed!" Deeper inside, a corridor stretching several dozen meters led down to a staircase. The interior decoration of the basement is just as refined as the outside. In the lowest space, the air is hazy with smoke and strong with wine aroma, several middle-aged men are gathered around a relatively small tea table, each holding a cigar. They must be discussing matters related to the land development, with one person speaking more loudly than the others. Qin slowed his pace, peered in, and nearly couldn't contain his excitement—inside, there was at least one vampire king and four senior vampires. What a golden opportunity!