"Is this all the strength they have, to have run amok in Huaxia for so long? It seems the people from the Guardian Institute are hopelessly incompetent!" Qin Fan shook his head in sorrow, looking at the vampires and the pack of werewolves struggling to escape the grasp of the Green Light from his Prison Suppressing Body.
"Fuck! How can this be? How can this be!"
Being immobilized meant they were nothing more than fish on a butcher's chopping block. Whether it was the three vampires or the pack of werewolves, they all screamed in terror. Despite their desperate struggles, they couldn't move an inch.
WHOOSH!
With a cold smirk, Qin Fan retrieved a utility knife from the storage space in his sea of consciousness. He flicked his wrist, and its glittering blade flashed with a piercing, cold light.
"You like drinking blood, do you? Today, you'll get a taste of what it's like to be bled dry!"
