687 Nobody Gets Out Alive

Kincaid sneered. "What's there to talk about with that sort of weird ass sh*t? Hm, zombie or vampire?"

Michael said, "Zombie! He won't let us hit him in the head. He must be a zombie."

Bang!

The driver, who had just turned into a black shadow, was hit in the head and fell to the ground.

The driver was at most 60% as strong as that female vampire Raquel in the secret room; he was unlucky to run into Luke.

Luke stepped on the guy's back. "Tell me, who sent you? Don't tell me it's Dukhovich. He's not one of you."

The driver struggled weakly on the ground and yelled, "Your stick… is there something on it?"

Luke knocked him on the back of the head with the end of the rod. "Do you think I don't know that you're scared of silver weapons?"

As he hit the driver hard, the driver's head let out some sparks, and he screamed. "You dare go up against us? We'll get our revenge!"

Impatient, Luke picked up his Glock.