The Flying Sword

The middle-aged man was strung up, suspended in front of the villa's grand entrance. His mouth was wrapped with tape, and he could only make muffled noises. His gaunt body twisted somewhat comically.

"Motherfucker..." David Gustin's eyes nearly sparked with fury at the sight. He was about to charge at the man, but an old yet strong hand held him back.

"Wait, David." Robin Gustin stopped David, coldly eyeing the man in front. If he wasn't mistaken, this was the same young man who had forced several of his friends into hiding in a dank basement for the past fifteen years. Only someone like him could effortlessly subdue his son, the middle-aged man.

"I don't know you, but you must be quite extraordinary!" Robin Gustin addressed the young man, "But why have you targeted us? We haven't harmed you in any way. We don't even know you."

"No, we indeed don't have any conflicts, but that might not be the case for your friends." The young man walked over leisurely. After he passed the suspended man, with a "thud", the man fell down. The rope was silently cut, but it was obviously not a mistake on the part of the young man.

The middle-aged man scrambled to his feet, ripped off the rope around him, and tore the tape from his mouth. "Father..." he began, but Robin held up a hand to stop him.

"Listen, young man, this world is filled with inexplicable hatred, and I don't understand what you're implying. But I swear, neither I nor my family and friends recognize you, let alone understand why you've come after us. I guarantee this." Robin Gustin addressed the young man, "Moreover, I'm aware you're Chinese and there's no intersection between us."

The young man nodded, "Indeed, there's no intersection between us, but someone has one... Would you like to hear a story? It's about a woman named Melissa."

At the mention of this name, Robin Gustin's hand clenched tightly. His body became rigid, a change that even David Gustin perceived. He couldn't help but glance at the young man, then his grandfather, before glaring at the young man.

"You know Melissa? What's your relationship with her?" Robin Gustin had begun to gather his strength, watching the young man's every move with great caution.

"I'm a friend of Mr. Joseph Cox. I'm sure you are familiar with him; he was Melissa's husband." The young man spoke calmly, his tone steady as if he was recounting something unrelated to him.

Robin Gustin's heart fluttered with shock, but he maintained control over his emotions. "What are you trying to say about Melissa? I'm sorry, but this is the first time I've heard this name... No, not the first time, it was mentioned thirty years ago by a cousin of mine..."

"Don't talk nonsense, old man, you should be ashamed of your lies." The young man stopped about ten meters away from Robin Gustin, "Three vampires raped her, and one even bit her. Do you know what she became? She almost killed her child and her husband."

"That's unfortunate, but do you really believe in vampires?" Robin Gustin shrugged at the young man, "It's a bizarre story, young man. But... you've got the wrong person. There are no vampires here, nor is there a Melissa."

"Of course there's no Melissa because she's dead—" The young man stared at Robin Gustin, speaking slowly, "She's been dead for fifteen years. I killed her because she had turned into a vampire, a mad one at that. Have you ever watched a zombie movie? She was just like a zombie."

"But... what does that have to do with us?" Robin Gustin watched the young man calmly, "I don't want to discuss this with you anymore. I give you two options; one, I shoot you for trespassing into my private residence, or two, you immediately disappear from my house. Choose, young man!" He slowly pulled a Colt revolver from his waist and aimed it at the young man.

David Gustin's mouth fell open in surprise as he looked at his grandfather. He had never imagined his grandfather to be so stern, but he didn't attempt to intervene, even seemed a bit excited. The bloodthirsty gene deep within him made his eyes grow red.

"Do you really want to shoot? If you do, there's no turning back." The young man smiled as if he didn't mind the gun pointed at him, "Then what I want won't just be your friends, but you, you, and you." He pointed at Robin, David, and David's father, Thor Gustin.

It was an overt threat, and a blunt one at that.

But this direct threat was the most effective, as it made the entire Gustin family feel the pressure. Even Robin, despite his attempt to control his emotions, felt the intensity of the pressure, suffocating him and holding him back. His hand, gripping the gun, was trembling slightly.

"I know they're in the basement, and even if you don't intend to open the door, I have countless ways to do so. Do you know what the consequence of that would be?" The young man suddenly raised his right hand, lifting a single finger.

Yes, he lifted one finger, his index finger. The air around it seemed to condense, gradually taking on a transparent color, which was gradually becoming brighter. "Huhu——"

Robin could hear his own breath, sounding out in rough, hurried gasps. In his eye, the young man's finger was slowly glowing as if it was gathering light. Yes, it was a glow, a luminescent glow, like a shining, sharp sword.

"My God——" David Gustin couldn't help but let out a cry of astonishment. The glow that appeared out of nowhere on the young man's fingertip, although small, about the size of a pair of small scissors, filled him with utter shock and a deep, emerging fear.

"Grandfather——" David lowly called out, his voice trembling with fear, making his voice waver, like autumn leaves trembling in the wind.

Robin was not much better, but as the head of the family, he had to maintain his composure, forcing himself to speak.

"I... I don't know what you're talking about. There are no... there are no people you're looking for in my house," Robin forced down his fear, striving to hold onto his willpower, not to let it collapse.

"I'm sorry, I can't..."

As Robin was about to say something, David interrupted with a loud cry, his voice so strange it sounded almost flat, like a voice that had been hoarse from screaming. "No, no, Grandfather, we can't risk our lives for those people."

The young man just lightly smiled, nodding at David. "I like smart people, and clearly, he's smarter than both of you. Whether you agree or not, I can open that door." As he spoke, he made a small circle in the air with his finger. The small, glowing blade suspended on his fingertip suddenly amplified its glow, disappearing from his finger, transforming into a ray of light that flew towards the basement door.

It was so fast, too fast.

Vampires are inherently agile, but even so, Robin only saw a blur before the ray of light vanished into thin air. Then, a dull "boom" sounded as the heavy steel door of the basement collapsed.

Before they could react, screams echoed from inside the basement, then silence. This all happened in an instant, so quick that it was almost impossible to breathe. The ray of light returned from the basement, landing back on the young man's raised finger.

"Damn it!" was Robin's first reaction. His heart sank. He felt extreme despair. They had been hiding for fifteen years, and in the end could not escape this fate. This young man took their lives with such ease. If he wanted Robin's life, it would undoubtedly be just as easy.

Thus, he dared not move, nor could he move, because of that glowing blade.

But the blade had already disappeared from his finger. The young man still had that same smile, appearing humble, but it sent a chill down to the bone.

"Who... who are you?" Robin's voice was as unpleasant as a hacking cough, but he still asked.

"Just call me Mr. Jason," the young man nodded, turning around and walking towards the villa's gate. In a blink, he was dozens of steps away, another blink, and he was gone, as if vanished into thin air, came quietly, left quietly.