Chapter 1004

Su Bai didn't know how long he had slept, but when he slowly opened his eyes, it was already late at night. There was an electronic wall clock in the monk's bedroom that showed the date.

"I actually slept for two days and two nights …"

Su Bai himself was a little surprised. His body was still wrapped in the bath towel. Obviously, Fatso didn't disturb his rest and recovery.

Standing up, Su Bai felt that his originally weak body and dispirited spirit had recovered a lot. Although he was not at his peak, at least he had gotten rid of the weak state he had been in at the train station, and he now had some strength in his body.

Walking out of the monk's bedroom, Su Bai saw that the little guy was sleeping soundly with Lucky in his arms. Su Bai didn't disturb him but went to the living room alone.

Stomach.

A little hungry.

He opened the fridge. There was a lot of food in the fridge, but Su Bai had no appetite at all. This hunger came from the desire for blood. He had lost too much blood before. The feeling of his blood being drawn was really a nightmare for Su Bai.

Shaking his head, Su Bai took out a bottle of orange juice, opened it, and drank two mouthfuls. The orange juice entered his mouth, but it tasted bitter.

Picking up clothes from the clothes rack in the living room and putting them on, Su Bai walked out of the house alone.

After sitting in the Santana parked on the side of the road outside his house, Su Bai took out his cell phone and casually flipped through it. Calculating the time, the radio break should be over soon. The story world would begin to accept listeners again, and the rhythm of the radio and listeners' lives would return to normal.

Licking his lips, Su Bai took out a pack of cigarettes from the car drawer. He opened it halfway, but found that he had no interest in smoking.

With both hands on the steering wheel, at this time, Su Bai really missed the taste of blood. Even if it was the blood of ordinary people, it was still good.

It was like a person who was used to eating extravagantly and had been hungry for many days. If he was given a bowl of tea rice with dried radish, he would probably be able to eat it very happily.

Where could he find a suitable target to suck blood from?

Su Bai was not interested in looking for criminals under the night of Shanghai, nor was he interested in being Shanghai's Batman. Fingers gently tapping on the steering wheel, Su Bai's mouth slowly appeared a smile.

It was difficult to find people who were killing or robbing people. It also depended on luck, but it was much easier to find those who sold drugs.

Anyway, Su Bai just wanted to find a suitable excuse for himself to suck blood in the real world, or to find a reason for the radio to forgive his behavior.

After driving for about twenty minutes, Su Bai stopped in front of a karaoke.

After getting out of the car, Su Bai did not choose to pretend to be an ordinary consumer and slowly wait for the trafficker to come over and ask if he wanted something exciting. Instead, he climbed directly from the outer wall to the third floor.

This karaoke was also a little famous in Shanghai. The first floor was an ordinary living room and buffet restaurant. The basement was a disco. The second and third floors were drizzle sauna chains. There was even a small cinema on the fourth floor. In short, basically, mainstream consumer choices could be played here.

Su Bai went directly to the third floor. After a young man who looked like a foreman sent a guest to a private room, he was grabbed by the neck by Su Bai and pulled into the empty private room next door.

"Wu … Wu …"

The foreman was grabbed by the neck and lifted up. His back was pressed against the wall. He looked very painful and kept struggling.

However …

It seemed that after experiencing the scene of the Western vampire being swallowed on the train and witnessing the scene of thirty senior listeners being slaughtered, Su Bai's worldview was basically destroyed. The life of a senior listener was nothing to him. Why would he care about the life of an ordinary person?

It didn't matter if … you had the most, it didn't matter if … you deserved to die.

In the past, Su Bai was still particular about being unreasonable. The assassination club also specifically looked for those who deserved to die to kill. But now, he was more concerned about the attitude of the radio.

Just like the zombie boy. His style of doing things was extreme, and he killed his entire family. However, because someone in the family had indeed committed a crime, and it was indeed because of that person's crime that the family became rich, even if the radio did not like it, they would only turn a blind eye.

Now, Su Bai had more experience of how unreliable it was to rely on personal accomplishment and morality to control power. In fact, if there was no high-voltage line of the radio, even the kindest and most saintly listeners would gradually become murderers who regarded human life as grass. Just like the former Soviet Union in the past, relying on the theoretical study and report learning of party members, relying on fake and empty quality learning, and trying to rely on the personal moral standards of officials to restrain public power could only prove to be a very stupid and naive fantasy.

After all, people would change. And if there was no punishment for the change in human nature, it would naturally continue to slide according to the rules of Murphy's Law.

"Where's the poison?"

Su Bai could not be bothered to get information out of him, nor could he be bothered to tempt him.

"Pa!"

Su Bai let go of his hand, but the next moment, a foot stepped on the other party's foot.

"Crack …"

This foot was immediately crushed.

The other party wanted to scream, but Su Bai grabbed his neck again, making him unable to make a sound.

"Now, you can answer my question just now."

Su Bai looked at the other party with a smile, then slowly let go of his hand.

…

"My Lord, we specially transported this from London."

A man with an Asian face held a box in his hand and handed it to Earl Shar.

"Haha, don't you have it in China?" Earl Shar was not in a good mood. He opened the box impatiently. There were six syringes inside. He took out a syringe, threw away the protective cap, and pierced the needle into his arm, injecting all the reagent into it.

After a short while, a relaxed expression appeared on his face. The pain from before also seemed to have lessened a lot.

"Sir, the concentration you need is more than ten times what a normal person can bear. Although the Chinese government has always been strict in drug control, this new product is still in circulation. However, the one you need is specially made. Even in London, we can't get it directly from the market. We have to order it from the laboratory."

Earl Shar nodded. He knew that there was nothing he could do about it.

The man gave a look to his left and right, and two charming women immediately walked over and prepared to give Earl Shar a massage. These two women were specially trained. Whether they were used to transport drugs or to trade their bodies, they were perfect partners.

However, as soon as their hands touched Earl Shar's body, Earl Shar's expression immediately changed. He shouted, "Don't worry.

“Out，getout！”

Earl Shar's anger surprised the man. He stood up respectfully and called out to the two women beside him before walking out.

"Hiss …"

Earl Shar clenched his teeth. If he had a choice, he really did not want to stay in Shanghai. He wanted to go back and find a Light Mage to treat his injuries, but he had no choice. His injuries were too serious, and it was difficult for him to walk freely. Instead of taking the risk of going back to the West, he might as well stay here and wait for the broadcast to arrive.

After all, the environment in the West was similar to that in the East. In the West, Earl Sal had enemies. If those people knew that he was seriously injured, they wouldn't let go of this opportunity to beat him up. Moreover, his injury this time was much more serious than when he was beaten up by the Eastern vampire. In fact, there wasn't even the slightest bit of comparison.

"Bang!"

The man who had just left pushed open the door and ran in again. His face was filled with fear. Behind him, a shriveled woman was thrown to the ground by a shadow. The female corpse was still holding a gun in her hand, but her blood was sucked dry before she had the chance to pull the trigger.

Count Schar furrowed his brows.

"Sir, save me … Sir … Save me …"

The man knelt in front of Earl Shar and kowtowed, praying for Earl Shar's help.

"I'm a little thirsty."

A deep voice came from the shadows.

"Help yourself."

Earl Shar only groaned and took out another syringe from the box. He could not wait to stab it into his skin and inject the high concentration of drugs into his body.

The oriental man who had just brought the drugs to Earl Shar was directly grabbed by the shadows. Two eerie fangs appeared in the shadows and pierced into his neck without any hesitation.

Then..,

"Gulp … gulp …" The clear sound of blood being sucked could be heard.

It was also very three-dimensional.

Earl Shar threw the syringe aside, took a deep breath, and exhaled heavily.

Earl Shar threw the syringe aside, took a deep breath, and exhaled heavily.

"An angel has fallen so far that he needs to rely on these things."

The shadow gradually dimmed, revealing Su Bai's figure.

Earl Shar looked at Su Bai and smiled. Then, he rolled up his sleeves and slowly rolled up his trousers.

His arms were full of densely packed small holes. These small holes were enough to make a person with trypophobia faint at a glance. At the same time, his legs had been gnawed out of shape. His white bones were exposed.

"These are just the wounds on the body."

Earl Shar gritted his teeth and pointed at his head,

"The pain of the soul being torn apart is the most unbearable."

After saying that, Earl Shar pointed forward. "There's red wine I brought from London. Are you interested in trying it?"

"Okay." Su Bai did not stand on ceremony.