Chapter 130

And slum, blood leaking from his chest.

The twelve of them were scared to their wits, they swallowed, they started retreating.

“I thought you are here to kill me” they heard an icy cold voice from the darkness, they became more petrified, one of them scurried off, running as fast he could.

He slammed into a hard frame and fell to the ground, Sylvester slashed his claws on his neck, and his head cut off from his body, rolling on the ground.

He picked his gun and headed towards the direction.

The twelve men remaining watched around vigilantly, feeling extremely nervous of the situation, Sylvester opened fire at them, killing them one after the other.

He walked further, he heard footfalls some meters away, he darted towards the direction of the sounds.

He grabbed the tree that he was standing, and started panting, his face covered with beads of sweat, he felt a sudden presence within him.

Cold chills ran down his wits, he looked around quickly, maintaining his finger on the trigger.

Likewise, he heard a sudden movement in the grasses, he pulled the trigger due to fright, and shot at it, a cat jumped out of the bush, and he exhaled.

Not only that, but he turned around and was stunned to come face to face, with the very person he was running away from.

Sylvester grabbed his neck and dug his fang on his throat, and drained all the blood from him, he let him slum to the ground.

Sylvester pulled out a handkerchief from his breast pocket and wiped the stains of blood around his lips, cleaned his palms with it.

He turned around and left, kicking the body of the dead man on the ground far away.

Jeame quickly caught a glimpse of a sharp blade swing towards his direction, he ducked, and his assailant missed.

He straightened up, and watched him steady himself for another onslaught.

Jeame ran out of patience, and shot towards him with a kick, he barely could make any attempt.

Bang!

He fled into the sky, loosing a grip of the blades in his hands, he slammed into a wood, and lost the will to fight, Jeame swoop towards him and broke his neck, he limped dead on the tree.

He turned around, hearing the sound of a cocked gun, he swooped towards another direction, and his assailant missed, he shot several times.

Jeame picked a stick on the ground and swerved it, towards the direction of the person shooting.

He shrieked, and fell, Jeame sensed that something was wrong, his senses heightened.

Three masked men, stepped out of the forest, and peeped at the tent, the three of them emerged with a big sac, they moved in formation, they tried to sneak into the entry.

But a kick forced the person who was trying to gain entrance far away from the entry, Jeame saw the two others, that accompanied, witnessing the scene of a kick making their colleague fly