With his keen eyesight, Luke could tell that everyone's attention was on the four tall figures in the middle of the dance floor.
Even when they were talking to each other, their eyes never left them.
It wasn't until Luke appeared that he attracted some people's attention.
Luke ignored them and walked steadily to a table next to the dance floor. "Alexander, it's time for us to settle the score."
Alexander, who was sitting on the edge of the semi-circular sofa, had a strange expression on his face. "Who … are you?"
Luke chuckled. This time, he spoke with a British accent. "How dare you not sell me a suit! Do you really think I care about clothes made by your crappy tailor? Die, b * stard! "
As he spoke, he pulled out his left hand from between his legs and fired.
Pa!
Alexander didn't react at all. A bullet hole appeared in the middle of his forehead as he fell back onto the sofa.
Almost at the same time that Luke pulled out his gun, a figure lunged at Alexander.
Bang!
With a dull thud, the figure was kicked back onto the sofa by Luke. Holding his face, which had suddenly become a lot smoother, he screamed in pain.
It was suddenly quiet.
Apart from the deafening dance music, all other sounds paused for a moment.
Then, a lot of people cried out.
"He killed Alexander!"
"Alexander is dead!"
"Kill him!"
Those were the shouts of the onlookers.
"Ahhh!" The model screamed.
Vanessa's three best friends didn't say anything. They just slowly backed away.
The British accent rang out again. "I'm only looking for trouble with Alexander. Don't mess with me, because I have a bad temper. I kill when I'm angry. "
Suddenly, someone in the audience said in surprise, "You're … a daywalker?!"
As soon as he said this, the surrounding crowd suddenly retreated in unison.
Many of them were shocked and furious, but there was even more fear, as if they had met their natural enemy.
Luke looked around and was stunned. F * ck, what daywalker? I was just bluffing. Hurry up and attack! What's there to hide for?
Thankfully, these people had no intention of letting him go.
After retreating some distance, the people around him gradually surrounded him and slowly walked around him, like a pack of wolves looking for an opportunity to attack.
Luke was instantly relieved. Thankfully, he hadn't been dragged into the mess! It seemed that it was better to be straightforward when doing things.
With a thought, he pulled the long saber on his back out of its sheath with his right hand. The silvery blade flickered under the lights of the dance floor, scaring the surrounding people into another commotion.
Looking at the people around him, Luke found it even stranger. Why do they seem to be scared off? This isn't right!
However, the long saber in his hand did not hesitate. With a flash of silver light, it slashed towards a man a few meters away.
At the same time, his figure rushed forward and instantly appeared in front of the man.
Puchi!
The man raised his hand in horror, and the silver light flashed across his neck. His head flew into the air, and a pillar of blood spurted out from his neck.
Luke, however, was already far away, and he swung his saber upward.
Puchi!
A woman with her body slightly bent forward and her claws wide open in an attacking posture stopped in her tracks, and then her head fell off.
Several people around the dance floor shouted.
"It's him! It's him! "
"He's a Daywalker!"
"He's Blade!"
At this moment, a loud bang came from the bar's door, and the two doors were kicked in.
A black figure walked in and scanned the area. He grinned, revealing the only white part of his body. "Who's calling me?"
Everyone on the dance floor was stunned.
Even Luke, who had just killed two people, stopped and looked at the person at the door with great interest.
There was another moment of silence.
Almost everyone's heads moved in the same way — they looked at the person at the door first, and then at Luke on the dance floor.
Some of the more diligent ones even looked back and forth two or three times in a second.
Luke and the person's eyes met.
On the dance floor, the bodies and heads of the man and woman who had just been beheaded exploded into sparks and disappeared.
Luke, however, tilted his head and sized up the newcomer. "A Daywalker? Or Blade? "
The newcomer: "Both. Who are you? "
Pondering for a moment, Luke said, "A passionate person who opposes racial discrimination?"
The newcomer: "…"
The four models: "…"
Everyone in the bar: "…"
"Kill them. They're in cahoots." Someone in the bar finally said something.
Luke raised his eyebrows. Don't you think so?
Although he and the Daywalker who had just arrived were both armed with guns and long sabers, and one was dressed in black and the other in gray, it was clear that they had two different styles!
At the very least, he wasn't unlucky!
But the people in the bar didn't think that much. Someone gave the order, and everyone moved.
Many people aimed their guns at the two of them.
Luke and the newcomer raised their guns almost at the same time.
Pa! Pa! Pa!
The criminals who had raised their guns were immediately killed.
They were all normal humans, but the people who protected the vampires here weren't good people either.
Luke's targets were almost all headshots, and most of the newcomer's targets were killed by random gunshots.
After taking care of the armed criminals, the two of them seemed to have a tacit understanding. With the center of the dance floor as the boundary, they killed each other on the left and right.
Their movements were very similar. They both sheathed their guns and swung their sabers.
Amidst the intense music on the dance floor, the two of them danced and slashed at the people who pounced at them.
Most of the people who charged at them turned into sparks and ashes after they were killed, and a small number of them left behind corpses.
In less than a minute, the two of them were facing each other again.
This time, they were on the left and right sides of the dance floor. There were only twenty or so human corpses left on the dance floor.
The newcomer grabbed a person's neck and looked at the saber in Luke's hand. "Your weapon isn't good enough."
As he spoke, he stabbed the saber into the back of the person he was holding, and the saber went through the body.
The person screamed and exploded into sparks.
"You have to use silver weapons or concentrated garlic essence and ultraviolet light to effectively kill them." The newcomer retracted his empty left hand and swung the saber in his right hand before he sheathed it on his back.
Luke raised an eyebrow. "Thank you for the reminder. I'll be careful next time."
The newcomer grinned. "Next time?"
Luke also swung his saber before he sheathed it. His movements were almost identical to the newcomer's. "They pissed me off."
After a brief silence, the newcomer said, "Don't let them bite you, or I'll kill you too."
With that, he waved his hand and left.
His black windbreaker fluttered as he moved, revealing the dark red lining underneath, which looked like blood.
Luke watched him leave helplessly. Hey, you're too pretentious! Why do I have to wash the floor every time?
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