?Reading on mobile phone Qin Dashi sat leisurely on the balcony, a bottle of red wine and a platter of grapes arranged on the small side table beside him. Holding his high-footed glass, he swirled it gently under the light. Though he was well-versed in the art of wine tasting, he believed that the true judgment of a wine’s quality—whether it was good or not—largely depended on its price. He thought wine appreciation was ultimately a matter of personal taste: as long as one found it to their liking, even a wine priced at just ten or twenty yuan could be considered excellent. However, to impress others and appear refined, a wine costing over ten thousand yuan was undoubtedly the ideal choice. Given his current status and standing, he naturally preferred premium wines, and the others—most of which he obtained free of charge—were almost always acquired through various means. For instance, he simply took a batch from Master Wei Qingtian, and on several missions to Europe and the Sun Kingdom, he managed to locate even their vaults—let alone the cellars storing wine. Every time such opportunities arose, he always acted without hesitation, taking everything. After all, your master has already passed away; why keep it as a gesture of reverence to the spirits? His gaze seemed ordinary, yet it was full of alertness. Since the Blood Clan had arrived, he knew they would act immediately. His intuition was spot on—the three Blood Clan members were hidden five kilometers away. King Feili held a telescope resembling a cannon, observing for a while, and then said, "I've spotted him—sitting on the balcony, enjoying a drink!" The Thunder Angel smiled and remarked, "He's still taking time to drink, which means he's completely unprepared. Then, King Feili, let's move!" "King Fere nodded and said, 'Fenjai will draw the enemy's attention on the front; I will launch a strong assault from the left, and Lei will strike from the right. Do you understand?' 'Understood,' Lei said with a smile. He glanced at Fenjai, who wore a serious expression. Drawing the enemy's fire on the front wasn't an easy task—it would be the first to face counterattacks, carrying a significantly higher risk than the flanks. Yet, since King Fere had issued the order, Fenjai couldn't hesitate. He nodded solemnly, 'Understood.' The only thing that gave him comfort was that all three of them would be working together. As long as he held off the enemy's initial assault, the rest would be much easier to manage. The three of them moved silently, approaching the villa without making a single sound, thanks to the night's cover. The bloodline's body temperature remained low, so they wouldn't be detected by thermal imaging systems. Their agility also ensured they wouldn't trigger the infrared motion sensors scattered throughout the villa's perimeter. Qin lightly held his wine cup, his index finger tapping the rim in a clear, crisp rhythm. With sharp intuition, he sensed the danger drawing near step by step. He thought, "You've indeed come," and a subtle upward curve formed at the corner of his mouth. The Angel of Justice, clearly observing his expression, felt a sudden jolt—had he been discovered? Yet now, with the situation at a critical juncture, he bit down on his teeth. Even if discovered, what could he do? It would merely mean losing the advantage of a surprise attack. He exhaled deeply. Leaping upward like a massive bat, he drove his right foot into the ground, drawing his flower-sword from his right hand and launching a bright, sharp dagger from his belt with his left. Qin remained calm. The sword arced gracefully from behind, forming a blossoming pattern in the air, and the dagger was twisted and crushed into a heap of twisted metal. Seeing that his first attack fell short, the Angel of Justice sharply twisted his waist in mid-air, then drove the flower-sword toward Qin. Qin Shao finally set down his wine cup, rose from his chair, and stepped forward—his flying sword still taking the lead. When... The flower sword and the flying sword collided, and a tremendous force surged through the hilt, sending the wrathful angel soaring into the air, unable to adjust his balance. He tumbled sideways. Based on the accounts of the deceased and furious angels, he had only known Qin Feng from that earlier period—he had always considered the enemy tenacious, but had not expected such formidable strength. Crack—before his body even touched the ground, a sudden lightning bolt struck him, sending him sprawling in a gruesome heap. Ferrel the King surged in from the side. He had originally intended to wait until the wrathful angel successfully drew the enemy's attention before making his move. But events had unfolded far differently—the wrathful angel not only failed to accomplish his task, but suffered significant losses himself. Thus, Ferrel had no choice but to intervene prematurely, a move that likewise disrupted the thunder angel’s carefully laid plan. As... thud... thud... Qin Feng and Fei Li Wang simultaneously struck the other's chest, both retreating swiftly. Qin Feng even landed nearly fifteen meters away from the villa. A baron or count-level vampire could never generate such strength. His mind raced—by now he was certain this man must be the head of the American vampire line. "Great Bat, introduce yourself," he said coldly. "Young man, still showing such curiosity right up until your last breath—rare indeed," Fei Li Wang remarked with a cold smile. "Then let me make your death meaningful. I am Fei Li Wang, leader of the American vampires, and the behind-the-scenes force behind organizations such as Death Island and the Death Angels. Now you should understand why we traveled so far to find you." Qin Shao shrugged. "Indeed it's you—meetings often don't live up to the reputation. You, Fei Li Wang, seem to have only so much to offer. Are you truly confident you can kill me?" "Ferrel the King hummed, 'Qin Feng, I truly didn't expect your strength to be so formidable. Until now, I only knew you as a rebel from the Isle of Death—how could you possibly stand a match against our noble bloodline?' Qin the young lord replied with a mocking tone, 'If it's just you two, you'll never succeed. I'm certain you've brought other allies along. Why not all come out and face me together? I'll take on all of you single-handedly!' Ferrel the King indeed fell for the ruse, shouting, 'Thunder, no longer hide—let us face this arrogant youth directly!' Thunder the angel had no choice but to comply, rising from his hiding place and declaring, 'True cultivator, today we three will claim your life!' Qin the young lord smiled, pleased to see that the opponents numbered only three—thus, the girls would be safe, and Isabella could arrive promptly to lend her support." To face a count-level vampire, he wasn't afraid; two viscounts were no match either. But now, with a count plus two viscounts, and the siege still ongoing, winning the battle would surely prove difficult. "Ha, ha," he deliberately stalled, "I thought there were only three of you. With just you, how do you expect to kill me? I can't quite grasp your confidence—where does it come from? Are you prepared to see your own kind perish in foreign lands?" King Fere immediately snapped, "You're delusional! Today, it's going to be you who dies. Thunder, Fenyue—no more words, let's move and strike!"