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After all, both sides share the same goal: to target vampires.

"Kaylin, you're a genius. You actually developed an anticoagulant, something specifically for vampires." Mike praised the black female doctor after briefly examining a vial of pale purple medicine.

This anticoagulant is extremely powerful; it can kill red blood cells in a vampire's body directly at the cellular level.

Dealing with low-level pureblood vampires is a piece of cake. In fact, if the dosage is sufficient, it can even kill high-level vampires such as counts and dukes.

For ordinary people, being able to research something like this is already quite remarkable.

"Uh, it's nothing." Even though Karen knew the man didn't mean it that way, she still felt uncomfortable being praised up close by such a handsome guy.

This is practically using beauty to commit crimes!

After gathering her thoughts, the Black female doctor continued, "Actually, at first I just wanted to develop a drug to counteract vampire toxins. The inspiration came from Whistler's first antitoxin serum."

The Black girl did not shy away from the fact that she had been bitten by a vampire; there were two obvious bloody holes on her neck, with white edges and signs of decay and expansion.

“Since you have this capability, perhaps you could cooperate with the Men in Black to develop a more effective antidote,” Mike suggested to the female doctor and Whistler.

The vampire clan, whose members are dead but not stiff, is a considerable problem for the Men in Black organization.

Especially those rarity vampires, who will continuously infect new people, thus creating even more blood servants.

The female doctor and Whistler have the ability and need to research drugs that target vampire toxin infections, so joining the Men in Black would be a win-win situation.

“I won’t abandon Eric…” Whistler shook his head and rejected Mike’s offer.

For him, Eric was everything. Moreover, he needed to handle a lot of preparation and cleanup work for him.

They are like indispensable support staff in a two-person team.

In this case, the importance of improving antitoxin serum needs to be relegated to a secondary position in Whistler's case.

"Join the Men in Black..." Faced with the suggestion, Karin seemed somewhat tempted: "I need to think about it some more."

The experience of being bitten by a vampire made the Black female doctor hate vampires very much.

Although she has now been injected with the first-generation antitoxin serum developed by Whistler, this serum will only last for half a month. After half a month, she will need to be injected with this serum again, otherwise the female doctor will still become a blood slave.

Blood servant: A servant of a vampire, even less than the lowest-ranking rabble vampire.

The first-generation antitoxin serum independently developed by Whistler was very rough in terms of completion due to the limited resources and lack of trial and error in multiple experiments.

Not only is it ineffective against vampire toxins, but the injection is also accompanied by severe pain and may even lead to the death of the host.

In this situation, if the Black female doctor wants to completely cure the vampire toxin in her body, she does need to find a suitable environment so that she can better research and develop a new antidote serum.

……

While Mike and his friends were waiting for Blade in the old warehouse, Blade, dressed in a stylish black trench coat and wearing black sunglasses, was standing coolly on the main street of Queens Street, also waiting for someone.

Yes, he received an invitation from the vampire leader Deacon before noon, and the meeting place was on the main street of Queen Street.

Despite being a notoriously poor neighborhood, this area has just as much foot traffic as Fifth Avenue.

Basking in the warm afternoon sun, the Blademaster, dressed in a stylish black trench coat, was getting a little impatient.

He's never been very patient.

Of course, this is probably also because he doesn't like sunlight.

Yes, Blade, who is half vampire, is not afraid of the sun, but he also doesn't like sunbathing because it makes him feel uncomfortable.

"[Sunwalker], we've finally met again..."

Just as Blade was losing patience, a man's voice rang in his ears.

Dickon, now the leader of the vampires in Apple City, appeared before Blade covered in sunscreen and UV-blocking foundation.

"You're as white as a ghost~"

Enemies meeting are bound to be hostile. Upon seeing his old rival appear, Blade made a sarcastic remark and then pulled out his silver nitrate bullet pistol, ready to attack.

"Wait, don't you want to know why I'm here?" Dickon, who was prepared, pulled a little girl out from behind him to block his way, and threatened, "Or do you want to kill this innocent little girl?"

"Oh? Then tell me what other evil plans you have~" Blade said flippantly, while simultaneously disengaging the safety on his pistol.

The sunglasses he was wearing made it impossible to see his expression.

“I’m here to negotiate. We don’t have any deep-seated hatred…” Dickon coaxed. “Now, an opportunity is presented to you. Join us… and we can rule the entire Apple City. We might even rule the world in the future…”

This was indeed Dickon's true thought: to rule the world and become the king of the world.

He didn't tell Blade that in his plan to rule the world, the Daywalker was only meant to be sacrificed to the Blood God, thus becoming the power that would allow him to conquer the world.

"Do you know what you look like right now?" Although he didn't know what the other person was really thinking, Blade was still not swayed.

In Eric's mind, every single vampire was a bad one.

There's no need to listen to what they say.

The situation is the same now; before Dickon could answer, Blade gave the answer himself: "You look like a clown~"

"go to hell!!!"

While speaking, Blade Runner abandoned all martial ethics and launched a sneak attack.

With a series of "rat-a-tat-tat" sounds, a row of silver nitrate bullets flew toward Dickon's head.

The vampire leader opposite seemed to know Blade's personality very well. As the bullets flew, he gracefully leaned back, dodging all the attacks.

"You're still so impulsive~" Deacon, unable to reach an agreement, threw the little girl into the middle of the busy road.

This forces Blade to make a choice: save lives or seek "revenge".

"Damn it!"

Seeing the little girl in danger, the Blade Runner, still possessing a shred of humanity, abandoned his plan to continue attacking Dickon, put away his weapon, and leaped into the middle of the road.

In a critical moment, he grabbed the little girl in front of a large truck and then rolled back to the side of the road in a dramatic fashion.

"Slap...slap..."

Across from him, Deacon, who had just watched a good show, raised his hands and applauded, his elegant demeanor a stark contrast to the disheveled Blade Runner.

Of course, it wasn't that he didn't want to ambush them when he had the chance before, but the nature of vampires meant that even if they applied sunscreen, these dark creatures were not suited to fighting in the sunlight.

Blade understood this, which is why he dared to meet Deacon alone in the middle of the day.

"The rise of vampires is an inevitable trend! You can save this little girl in front of you, but how many people can you ultimately save when you are outnumbered and outmatched?"

At this moment, Dickon, unfit for combat and seemingly oblivious to the Blademaster's rage, retreated while saying, "If you remember your mother and want to know who bit her when she was pregnant, come find me before nightfall tomorrow, and perhaps you'll get the answer..."

Having achieved his goal of meeting and left behind a "hook," Dickon disappeared into the crowd.

His choice to meet Blade Runner at noon was also a ploy to lure the enemy away from their predicament.

Judging by the timing, the men Dickon sent to raid Blade's lair should already be in action.

As for Blade, one of the most important reasons why he hates vampires so much is that before he was born, a vampire bit his mother, making him an orphan from birth.

Over the years, he has been searching for the vampire who bit his mother, hoping to avenge her.

However, due to the information asymmetry, he was unaware that Dickon, whom he had met several times, was the culprit who bit his mother back then.

Of course, this doesn't really stop Blade from hating Dickon, the vampire leader, and from always being ready to eliminate him.

But by the time he put the little girl down and drew his weapon, the cunning vampire had already run far away.

Then, the Blade Runner, who was holding a gun and exuding a murderous aura, lowered his head, and his eyes behind his sunglasses met those of the little girl in front of him.

Whether the little girl was brave or still stunned by the previous events, she was blinking her big, bright eyes, neither crying nor acting up.

They look somewhat cute, and a little pitiful.

"Go home and find your mother~" Blade put away his weapon upon seeing this, softened his tone as much as possible, and forced a kind smile onto his stiff face.

However, perhaps because he hadn't laughed in a long time, Eric's smile looked a bit distorted.

And he probably never imagined how devastating a black man's sudden appearance of a row of big white teeth would be to a white little girl.

Across from her, the little girl, without even saying thank you, timidly took two steps back, then turned around and quickly "escaped" from the area.

Behind them, Blade was left awkwardly touching his face before resuming his cool expression.

Before long, the words Dickon had said before leaving came back to him.

“Mother… vampire…” Blade’s brows furrowed.

It's foreseeable that the news concerns Blade's mother, and as expected, Blade will surely deliver himself to her doorstep tomorrow, just as Deacon wishes.

This is clearly part of Dickon's plan, since the Blood God summoning ritual requires the [Sunwalker].

It seems that the vampire leader has already taken control of everything.

Chapter 394 Combat

Meanwhile, an abandoned warehouse in the suburbs of Queens Street once again welcomed a group of uninvited guests.

"Bang~"

Amidst a violent explosion, a small stray bullet shattered the warehouse door. A dozen burly men armed with weapons stood outside, followed by four mysterious figures shrouded in black robes.

These people came in aggressively, and their way of greeting was very impolite.

Without a doubt, these uninvited guests were Hag Clan, the vampire's lackeys. And the four shady figures shrouded in black robes behind them were undoubtedly also ragtag vampires under Dickon's command.

Fortunately, these people did not think the mission was too difficult, so they did not bring more heavy weapons.

Otherwise, Blade's "secret" base would likely have been blasted to smithereens.

However, the situation hasn't improved much. The dilapidated warehouse, which was blown open and is now drafty, is no longer suitable for habitation.

"Damn bastard!"

Caught off guard, Whistler was thrown off balance by the blast wave. When he saw the distinctive tattoos of the Hag tribe on the necks of the newcomers, he was even more enraged.

With agility beyond his years, the old man picked up the sprayer from the table in a single stride.

Under the influence of trolls, all people are equal.

"Bang bang... bang..."

Fueled by hatred for vampires and rage over the bombing of his house, the old man single-handedly suppressed more than a dozen people on the other side with just his shotgun.

Meanwhile, Mike, with his keen senses, had already protected Tina and retreated to a safe corner when the Hag tribe fired stray bullets.

At the same time, Nidi stepped in front of Mike.

This female bodyguard may seem cold and unassuming at first glance, but she is actually quite skilled in combat and has a strong sense of crisis.

In any case, his overall combat strength is no worse than that of the show-off Blade Warrior.

At this moment, the female bodyguard, who had confirmed Mike's safety, also pulled out her Round No. 4 and joined the battle.

As it turns out, the cold-faced woman isn't only capable of using alloy twin swords to fight; she'll also resort to force when necessary.

With Nidi joining the fray, the Hag tribe outside suffered heavy casualties.

If Whistler were to unleash a shot, the Hag tribe member would likely only end up with a few bullet holes. But if the cold-faced woman, Yuanzi No. 4, were to be hit by the laser, the Hag tribe member might at least have some broken bones left.

Before long, the Hag tribe, which had suffered more than half its casualties, began to show signs of collapse. If it weren't for the "Embrace" reward, these people would probably have run away long ago.

"No retreat! Charge in! Complete this mission, and I will grant you eternal life!"

Seeing the fighting spirit of the Hag Clan cannon fodder waning, a ragtag vampire shrouded in black robes uttered a seductive voice.

Of course, outsiders have no way of knowing what this ragtag vampire is really thinking.

After all, the essence blood in each vampire's body is extremely precious, and the amount of essence blood represents the strength of their original power.

The orthodox way of giving the Embrace is for the vampire to give back some of their own blood after consuming all the blood in the target's body.

This is the only way to ensure that the target is 100% transformed into a vampire.

During this process, the vampire's strength will decrease to some extent due to the reduction of its own essence and blood.

This also means that every vampire is very careful when choosing to develop bloodlines.

However, if you simply want to create blood servants, it's not that complicated.

Simply bite the target to infect them with the vampire virus, then wait.

If the target cannot withstand the vampire toxin, then death is the only thing waiting for him, there's nothing more to say about that.

However, if the target is lucky enough to withstand the vampire toxin, he will become an alternative "undead"—a blood servant.