Emotionally heavy

Linhou chuckled when his back dashed against a car. "You seem to be quite strong for your age."

"And you seem to know a lot about me," Weilong retorted.

Shrugging his shoulders, Linhou answered, "Well, not much but you look like an interesting soul. Too bad I dont time to play mind games with you."

When Weliong raised his hand to take the plastic, Linhou pounced at him and grabbed the back of his neck and hands.

Pinning his face on against the pillar again, he smirked, "Didn't you hear what I said before? No time for mind games or any tricks."

Gesturing Lucas to come out, he tightened his grip around Weilongs hands.

Taking out the syringe from his pocket, Lucas quickly drew out some of Weilongs blood.

"Y-You— what are you doing?" Weilong grunted.

"We are vampires but we don't like biting people's necks so we medically take out human blood from their bodies and enjoy them while having dinner," Linhou smirked before dragging him towards the car and shoving him in.