Warehouse

"Ka!"

Two seconds later, the alloy door behind the four vampires suddenly opened.

Lin Hanzheng walked out of the shelter casually and walked to the side of a mid-level vampire.

The guards of the vampires couldn't confirm Lin Hanzheng's identity. They thought he was a vampire, so they looked at him strangely.

"You are..."

"Puff!"

A soft sound was heard.

The vampires who were talking lowered their heads and looked at their shoulders.

There was a syringe on their shoulders.

A syringe?!

The vampires felt dizzy and fell to the ground.

"What's wrong?"

The other three vampires were attracted by the commotion and turned their heads to look.

Before they could see where the syringe came from, Lin Hanzheng took out a dagger and stabbed at one of the vampires' necks.

"Chi!"

Another vampire fell.

"It's you!?"

"Pfft! Pfft!!"