Chapter Twenty-Five: The Prelude to an Urban Brawl

As the old saying goes, waiting for the rabbit by the stump can be quite effective. So I went downstairs to Old Ma’s apartment complex and waited.

A minute floated by...

An hour drifted past...

The entire morning slipped away...

Noon faded into the afternoon...

And finally, the day regretfully came to an end, yet I never once caught sight of Old Ma. I couldn’t help but wonder if that old bastard had gone off to visit a brothel!

It wasn’t until I asked one of the residents that I found out Old Ma had gone with his mother on a three-day school orientation trip and wouldn’t be back for a few days. No wonder I’d waited here all day without seeing him.

Hearing this, I was so frustrated I almost spat blood. This waiting-for-the-rabbit trick had made me waste an entire day for nothing.

Now, I had no choice but to track down my little follower, Wang Yong. I figured I’d already avenged him, so he should still be working as the sales manager at the Wang Group. And right now, Wang Yong was the last person I could turn to.

Just as I was about to set off for the Wang Group, I spotted A Shuang coming out of the stairwell. To avoid being seen, I quickly pulled my hat lower and slipped into a dealership by the roadside. Through the glass window, I watched as A Shuang headed off in the opposite direction.

I had no idea what she was up to. Just as I was about to leave, I noticed several people dressed in black tracksuits and wearing black baseball caps following in her direction. As I studied them more closely, I saw on the collars at the backs of their necks the same blood clan insignia I’d seen before on the marquises and counts I’d destroyed. My heart skipped a beat as I thought, “This is bad!”

In such a situation, I couldn’t just ignore A Shuang’s safety. I had to lower my cap and, keeping a ten-meter distance, followed the Western blood clan fiends as inconspicuously as possible.

After about an hour of casual pursuit, I saw them follow A Shuang into an abandoned underground parking garage of unknown name.

The garage was on the outskirts of downtown, though not quite in the suburbs. The surrounding area was filled with old residential blocks and construction sites awaiting development.

I glanced up—the moon was already out. Worried something might happen to A Shuang, I gritted my teeth and followed them in. But to avoid being discovered, I used my abilities to float inside and hid behind a concrete pillar to observe what they were up to.

The garage was huge and dark, but thanks to my fiendish corpse eyes, I could see everything clearly. A Shuang held a strong flashlight and walked forward until she stopped by a luxurious Ferrari.

The Ferrari was brand new, not unlike the one I’d seen in the underworld. But a fancy car like this in a dump of a garage? That was suspicious. Soon, the blood clan members spread out and dragged several pure and beautiful girls from the abandoned security rooms, making them kneel before the Ferrari.

The girls’ faces were full of terror, dreading whatever was about to happen in the darkness. At that moment, a dim light illuminated a ten-meter radius.

The sight only increased the girls’ panic, and they struggled to escape. I couldn’t help but smirk inwardly: “Ladies, if you manage to get out, I’ll eat this pillar.”

Sure enough, just as I expected, the girls were thrown to the ground, brought face to face with the cold concrete. As I studied the group, the car door opened and a foreigner who looked to be in his forties stepped out, a cigar of unknown brand dangling from his lips.

The foreigner muttered a few words to A Shuang, darkening her already somber expression.

This man, dressed in a suit, one hand in his pocket, the other holding his cigar, paced back and forth in front of the girls. I truly had no idea what he was planning, but I was about to find out.

He was one of the blood clan too—a pair of fangs sprouted from his mouth as the girls watched, sending them screaming and covering their mouths in terror. Their shrieks were louder than a whole artillery battery, but unfortunately, in this underground garage, even if anyone heard, they’d probably just think someone was having a hushed conversation, never suspecting the horrors hidden below.

To be honest, I wanted to help the girls, but if I stepped in now, chaos would break loose. All I could do was watch as the blood clan’s fangs sliced through one girl’s throat, piercing her until her screams died out.

The rest of the girls, save for A Shuang, sat on the ground in shock, like lambs awaiting slaughter.

This was a perfect illustration of an old saying: kill the chicken to scare the monkey. The foreigner had killed one girl, and the rest were too frightened to make a sound, sobbing into the floor.

The blood clan member’s face was full of greed and pleasure—I wanted nothing more than to pummel him for daring to harm the flowers of our nation, these beautiful young women.

A Shuang’s fists were clenched tightly, but I sensed something weighing on her mind. If not for that, she’d have surely fought the blood clan to the death.

What was troubling her? I didn’t know. But then, with a wave of the blood clan’s hand, several more of his kind dragged out another person from the security room and threw him to the ground.

When I saw his face, I was stunned—it was Wang Yong. If he was here, then Te must also be in their hands.

While fiendish corpses are immortal, they aren’t invincible. Moreover, this blood clan member was clearly stronger than Wang Yong, so it was no surprise Wang Yong had been subdued.

Speaking of the Eastern fiendish corpses and Western blood clan as a whole, here’s how it stands: both are collectively known as the Night Clan. Among the Eastern fiendish corpses, aside from the ancestor Jiang Chen, only eleven corpse kings can fly; the rest, from the second generation down, have lost that ability.

The Western Night Clan, however, retains the ability to fly. The blood clan’s ranks correspond directly to the seven colors of the fiendish corpse’s eyes.

The first seven generations of fiendish corpse eyes are red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet. The blood clan’s top seven ranks are Blood Emperor, Duke, Marquis, Count, Viscount, Baron, and Knight.

The ranks are clear, the strengths matched. However, the Night Clan feeds on the fresh blood of the living. If one member feeds on expired plasma or animal blood while another of the same rank feeds on fresh blood, the former is sure to be defeated by the latter.

Wang Yong, bound on the ground, was rolling about—a pair of fangs protruded from his mouth, his eyes turning blood red. Seeing this, I thought, “Damn, Wang Yong must be starving.”

To prevent disaster, I knew it was time for me to make a move.

Luckily, the dim lighting meant A Shuang couldn’t see my face clearly, allowing me to act freely.

I pulled a bag of expired blood plasma from my pocket, weighed it in my hand, then darted forward and tossed it near Wang Yong’s mouth, shouting, “Get up and fight by my side!”

I delivered a solid kick to the stomach of one of the blood clan members—the battle was about to begin. The girls and A Shuang all stared in shock; after all, it’s not every day one sees members of the Night Clan reveal their powers.

Wang Yong bit through the plasma bag, drained it in seconds, broke his bonds, and joined me, facing off against the seven blood clan members opposite us.

The fight was about to ignite: there were two of us, seven of them. A Shuang hid behind the Ferrari, the beautiful girls were stupefied in the middle, and a single dim lamp illuminated the scene.

The whole setup reminded me of high school brawls in abandoned factories.

Without hesitation, we struck first—as the saying goes, those who strike first gain the upper hand.

I charged into their midst, kicking them aside one by one, moving toward the blood clan member with the Ferrari.

Only after the first exchange did I realize all these blood clan members were Viscounts, equivalent to fifth-generation fiendish corpses, the same rank as Wang Yong.

I shouted to Wang Yong, “Wang Yong, go save the girls—leave this to me.”

With a grunt of acknowledgment, Wang Yong shifted into his true form and moved to rescue the girls.

Two against seven—until I sensed the unique aura of the Night Clan emanating from the blood clan member. That’s when I realized he was a Duke, second only to the Blood Emperor.

If a Duke had been sent here, his subordinates couldn’t possibly be just Viscounts.

But for now, the priority wasn’t to defeat the Duke but to save the girls. Even though I knew A Shuang wouldn’t be in danger here, I still had to get her out.

I also shifted into my true form—massive black wings over four meters long, a body clad in darkness, and silver hair. I shielded Wang Yong and the girls as we moved toward the Ferrari, calling for them and A Shuang to get in the car. With me here, even a Duke could only watch helplessly as Wang Yong drove away in his Ferrari.

Wang Yong tore through the city in the Ferrari, five or six blood clan Viscounts pursuing a hundred meters behind in the air. A breathtaking urban escape—a man and several beauties in a luxury car fleeing from demons—was sure to make the front page of the newspapers and TV news the next day.

As for me, I was now facing not just one Duke, but two, with more Marquises on their way.

What puzzled me was when so many blood clan members had arrived in the East—what were the other ten Corpse Kings doing?

In just half an hour, the battle had shifted from two against seven to one against dozens.

The stage was set for an even greater brawl to erupt...