Madam, I like you.

　There was the sound of loading guns, and without any nonsense, more than a dozen mafia members pulled the triggers of their submachine guns at the same time.

　"Da da da--"

　"Da da da--"

　"Da da da--"

　Flashes of gunfire illuminated the entire bar. The dense gunfire was like countless bees flying around the ears. The orange-yellow bullet casings fell to the ground with a tinkling sound, spreading to every corner. The bar was filled with the lingering smell of gunpowder and smoke.

　The wooden doors, walls, ground, and Mo Yankong were all beaten into sieves.

　"Hahaha! You deserve it! What kind of idiot dares to follow me here!" The mafia boss who brought Mo Yankong here laughed heartily with glee.

　"Sardine" is not a nickname for the person who opens the door, but a response plan for a certain emergency.

　Chapter 103 I Have a Date with a Vampire (Update!)

　"What's wrong? Who is this Asian man?" A mafia member in a black suit looked at the fat man who brought Mo Yankong here in confusion.

　The portly mafia boss shook his head with lingering fear. "I don't know either. I was hoping to make a killing from him. But he killed Thomas and the others in some strange way."

　Another mafia member laughed and cursed, "Strange tactics? I told you you weren't drinking or taking weed, right?"

　"I swear to God, I saw with my own eyes this man's arm transform into a long knife and kill Thomas and the others."

　The mafia roared with laughter.

　"Hahaha, I think you're just drunk and thought it was a big deal. Let me make it clear first, you have to pay for the door repair!"

　"Hahaha."

　"Wait! Don't say anything!" Amidst the laughter, a loud scream of fear was suddenly heard, and everyone turned to look at the mafia who was speaking in support.

　"Luke, what's going on?"

　Luke Eye

　He stared at Mo Yankong's body on the ground without blinking, and said in a difficult tone: "Corpse!"

　"What happened to the body?"

　Luke pointed his submachine gun at Mo Yankong's body and asked loudly, "Why didn't this man bleed even a drop of blood after being shot so many times?"

　"impossible."

　"There really wasn't a drop of blood, and there wasn't any blood on the ground."

　“Click, click, click…”

　A surging sound echoed, much like the sound of gunfire. It was like the clatter of countless bullet casings dropping to the ground, sending shivers down the spines of all the mafia members present, searching for the source of the eerie noise.

　"Ah! Ah! Ah! The corpse! The sound is coming from the corpse!"

　"What did you say!?"

　On the ground, Mo Yankong's broken arm moved, and all the mafia present took a few steps back in horror.

　"Alive! This Asian man is still alive! His body has been pierced by countless balls! His body, already tattered and no better than garbage, is moving!"

　"How is this possible! Is he a demon?!"

　"Ahhh-"

　"Open fire! Open fire, everyone! Kill this demon!"

　"How could there be such a monster! My God."

　Another round of intensive gunfire rang out. By the time they had used up all their ammunition, Mo Yankong had already stood up, raised his right hand, with his thumb and index finger extended, like a pistol pointing at the mafia boss who had brought Mo Yankong here.

　"What! What does this gesture mean? Is it a curse?"

　"No! That's a pistol gesture!"

　"Be careful! I can sense something's wrong with him!"

　Mo Yankong opened his mouth. The wounds on his throat and head quickly healed, and he said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, you broke the agreement."

　"Wait! Wait! What do you want to do!?" The obese mafia boss wailed in fear, pushed his companions away, and hurriedly turned around to flee towards the back door of the bar.

　"boom!"

　Mo Yankong's index finger exploded, and the bullets that had penetrated his body were fired from his index finger and hit his head accurately.

　"Very good, you just killed me once! The price will be paid with your lives." Mo Yankong twisted his body, and the strange sound in his body became louder.

　"What's going on? What's going to happen next?"

　"Why is this man still alive!"

　"Can't understand!"

　The mafia were at a loss.

　Mo Yankong twisted his body hard, and countless bullets that had penetrated his body flew out at a speed no less than that of a gun, hitting all the mafia members present.

　In less than a second, all members of the New York Mafia branch were wiped out.

　-

　"Mrs. Catherine, I'll go down and take a look first. Please rest assured, no matter how they act recklessly, they can't show it in public. They still have to rely on the protection of us police officers. As long as I say something, they can't disobey. Ahem! Mrs. Catherine, why don't we go for a drink when we come back." The man in police uniform glanced at Catherine up and down through the rearview mirror of the car with greedy eyes, as if he wanted to lick her all over.

　Catherine smiled indifferently: "I'll consider it."

　"Ahem, I'll be back soon. Leave this matter to me." The policeman adjusted his tie, got out of the car and walked towards the underground bar where the mafia members gathered. He was very familiar with this place because he was often invited here by the mafia to divide the spoils.

　"He should be fine."

　Catherine waited in the car for more than ten minutes. However, the senior police officer who had just left the car remained silent for so long.

　She felt increasingly uneasy, and the dark and filthy surroundings made her regretful. "Is it worth going to this extent for an Asian man I've only known for less than a day?"

　After hesitating for a long time, she opened the car door and walked down the dark stairs that seemed to lead to the entrance to hell.

　-

　Mo Yankong picked up a bottle of wine and poured himself a glass. It was bland and tasteless, not a high-quality product. It wasn't that there weren't better wines here, but most of the bottles on the counter had been shattered by the metal bullets.

　The bodies were dealt with in a mess. Two Dead River Apostles were gnawing on the corpses on the ground, including a policeman who was in cahoots with the mafia.

　The Dead River is accumulating strength, and destroying the mafia's lair has given Mo Yankong six more chances of resurrection.

　"Ok?"

　"Footsteps, or the sound of high heels, a woman. Judging from the volume of the sound, it's an adult female." Mo Yankong put down the wine glass in his hand, feeling that the footsteps were becoming more and more familiar.

　"Creaky--" Catherine pushed open the wooden door full of bullet holes and stared blankly at the devastated bar, which was littered with body parts and blood. In front of the bar counter, only Mo Yankong was drinking alone.

　What happened here!?

　Catherine was stimulated by the smell of blood, and the blood color faded from her cheeks for a moment. She covered her mouth and forced herself to hold back the blood. She looked at Mo Yankong sitting in front of the bar in horror. The hellish scene in front of her was obviously related to this mysterious oriental man.

　"Wow——"

　She finally couldn't help it and rushed back, vomiting violently at the entrance of the underground bar.

　Mo Yankong was a little surprised that this woman would follow him here. Thinking of the policeman just now, could it be that she had called him?

　The two Dead River Apostles rushed into Mo Yankong's shadow and disappeared.

　Mo Yankong came outside and gently stroked Catherine's back to make her feel better after vomiting.

　Like a frightened rabbit, he instinctively moved away from Mo Yankong's right hand.

　"Did you do all this?" The woman's voice was trembling, and one could sense the deep fear in it.

　"Yes."

　"But...how did they do that? They are the mafia, they have weapons..."

　Mo Yankong pinched Catherine's chin, his bright red eyes emitting a strange red light as he stared at her: "I am a vampire, I have an immortal body. If you want, I can grant you eternal life and preserve your beauty forever."

　"Vampires... aren't they creatures from novels or movies?" Catherine hadn't recovered from the bloody scene just now, and she was mumbling in a daze, biting her red lips.

　"I can prove it to you."

　"prove?"

　"Yes, didn't I say that? Our date tonight isn't over yet."

　Mo Yankong hugged Catherine and jumped up, leaping from the rooftop across the bustling city and returning to the hotel to enjoy the exquisite and delicious dessert after dinner.

　Author's message:

　Unexpectedly! I added more!

　Blade! Recommend! Collect! Don't hesitate to ask me!

　Chapter 104: Stretz, no mercy!

　In fact, very few people can resist the temptation of eternal life.

　Mo Yankong simply used the Stone Mask to transform Catherine into a vampire. The reason for doing this was simple. Catherine was a beautiful woman and she wanted to help Mo Yankong several times last night.

　Turning Catherine into a vampire actually had a simpler purpose. To put it simply, it was to get close to the rich woman. In this world, everything requires money. Otherwise, Mo Yankong would have to "borrow" money from others even for his flight to Mexico.

　"Owner."

　The beautiful lady became as obedient as a cat and nestled in Mo Yankong's arms, her golden wavy hair casually draped, two fangs hidden under her bright red lips, her temperament even more enchanting and charming.

　There were no guests in the hotel salon anymore, and even the waiters had mostly dispersed. Catherine didn't want outsiders to disturb her and Mo Yankong's time alone.

　In addition to her, there were several beautiful girls lying beside the two of them, looking at Mo Yankong and Catherine with an obsessive look in their eyes. They were exceptions. If you want to know why, do humans regard bread as their own kind?

　Mo Yankong kept his eyes closed, as if he was sleeping soundly.

　Suddenly, Mo Yankong opened his eyes, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said to himself: "Is it finally here?"

　Mo Yankong heard the sound of explosions. It was coming from several kilometers away, the loud bang of more than a dozen grenades exploding simultaneously. Even at a distance of several kilometers, ordinary people could hear it.

　Mo Yankong lay down, ruffling the lady's golden hair and instructed, "Catherine, you must learn to live independently from now on. This world is far from as simple as you imagine. Besides vampires, there are many special powers that ordinary people cannot imagine. But there is a power that is above all other powers. What do you think it is?"

　Catherine shook her head in confusion.

　"Wealth, Catherine. Use your wisdom to earn it. For money, even the purest and most beautiful girl will be willing to become your food. The most important thing is that the power of wealth is recognized by mankind."

　Catherine nodded, a trace of sadness on her brow: "Master, are you going to leave me?"

　"Ah, that's why I gave you this order. I might come back in a few decades or even hundreds of years."

　"Without you, my life will become dull and boring again."

　"You possess eternal life. Time has no meaning to you. You are not afraid of sunlight like most vampires. If you are bored, you will accumulate wealth and think of every way to make money."

　Catherine looked at Mo Yankong's indifferent expression and knew that he would not stay here for her. She hugged Mo Yankong's neck from behind and whispered softly, "I will wait for you in this hotel until this eternal life is exhausted, my master."

　Whether Mo Yankong will come back depends on whether he gets a stand in this JOJO journey.

　-

　Mo Yankong had already given Joseph Joestar his address. Logically speaking, the second-generation Jojo wasn't as righteous as the first, so asking Mo Yankong for help was just the right way to get those he considered evil to kill each other. Why not?

　After learning the lesson from his encounter with Mo Yankong, Joseph Joestar will surely become more cautious, for example, carrying a large number of grenades, submachine guns and the like to deal with vampires.

　Moreover, Joseph Joestar should have already known that it was Spitwagen who was "killed" by Streatse. Given his personality, he is likely to choose to confront Streatse and kill the person who killed his relatives with his own hands.

　Originally a street thug, Spitwagen was moved by the original Jojo's golden spirit and joined him in his fight against Dio. After the first Jojo and Dio perished together, he took on the responsibility of caring for the Joestar family. His discovery of oil fields in the American West catapulted him to become an American oil tycoon. For the second Jojo, Spitwagen became a grandfather figure.

　Stretz's importance to Mo Yankong is inconceivable. He is the most powerful Ripple user in existence. Even as a vampire, he can use the power of Ripple to commit suicide, which means that Ripple and vampires can coexist.

　Stretz is the key that opens the door to Ripple Qigong for Mo Yankong.

　night,

　Mo Yankong leaped from the rooftop, much faster than a car, and arrived at the scene in a few minutes. Standing on the rooftop, he overlooked the bustling street below. The cafe was in a mess, the glass was shattered by bullets, and the interior of the building was in tatters. Passersby gathered in a circle to watch the excitement.

　"I heard someone used a submachine gun to shoot here! Is it the Mafia?"

　"Not only submachine guns, but also grenades! Judging by the damage around us, it's clear that there were no casualties. It's a blessing in disguise."

　"No, according to the guests at the scene, it's not that no one was injured, but that one person was shot by a submachine gun and bombed by a grenade and was fine!"

　"What are you talking about? That person must be suffering from alcohol poisoning."

　"This is a cafe, how can there be alcohol? Look at the ground, isn't there a lot of blood? But there are no human bodies. Maybe it's real."

　-

　"I guess he missed me. That means Jojo didn't come towards his hotel." Mo Yankong understood. On the way here, Mo Yankong had been searching for humans with strong life energy reactions. If he met Jojo, he shouldn't have been able to detect it.