The plot of "Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic One Always Collapses" is incomplete.

In the dead of night, a figure darted between buildings, leaping and landing at incredible speed.

His dark, tight-fitting clothes allowed him to blend into the night.

Supernatural powers, near-immortality, and formidable healing abilities...

Wen Yubai sighed, "If it weren't for the extreme difficulty of reproduction, the vampires would have ruled the world long ago."

However, the technology in this world is very advanced.

The Blood Hunter organization "Silver Cross" was created to fight against vampires and has developed many weapons to counter them.

Wen Yubai wore a pass wristband.

Having it proves that you entered the country legally, so you won't be accidentally injured by the Silver Cross patrol team during the cleanup operation.

Wen Yubai finished dealing with another vampire who had lost his mind.

He planned to finish patrolling the other area, then go back to shower and go to sleep.

Suddenly, my throat felt dry and itchy.

Wen Yubai couldn't help but cough twice, leaped to the top of the tower, took out a blood bag from his pocket, and gently bit it open with his sharp teeth.

He sucked on the cold blood to suppress his hunger and thirst.

There are only three blood bags left. We need to deal with the vampires in the harbor within the next two days.

【188, did I drink it too fast? Didn't I add a suppressant?】

The semi-dormant 188 was awakened.

[You're of mixed race, so you can't compare to pure-blooded people. It's normal that you have less self-control. Don't worry, it's fine.]

Okay.

Wen Yubai did not ask any further questions.

He tossed the empty bag down and accurately threw it into the trash can on the ground.

He fanned his cheek with his hand.

It's so hot. I thought it would be cooler at night.

Why am I still so depressed?

Vampires typically have a lower body temperature year-round.

He touched his forehead and face; they were as cold as usual.

Ok?

Wen Yubai narrowed his eyes.

His excellent night vision allowed him to see several figures disembarking from a ship.

They were sneaking into the abandoned warehouse.

Wen Yubai leaped down the tower and followed after him in a few bounds.

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A fierce battle is taking place in the abandoned warehouse, with gunfire and shouts mingling together.

Watch out behind you!

The woman heard her companions shouting.

She had just pierced the heart of a vampire and hadn't even pulled out her sword when she caught a glimpse of another figure rushing towards her.

Damn it, I didn't expect these vampires to have reinforcements; they actually flanked us and launched a sneak attack.

The expected pain never came.

"boom--"

Instead, gunshots rang out, mixed with the muffled thuds of corpses hitting the ground.

The woman turned around and saw that the vampire who had attacked her had been decapitated and his heart had been shot.

She wanted to thank the captain who fired the shot, but her eyes were drawn to the figure above.

The man stood on the rusted iron frame of the warehouse.

Her dark hair hung down her neck, making her skin appear even paler, yet her cheeks were flushed with a faint blush.

He held a short sword in his right hand, which was dripping blood.

Clearly, the vampire's head was his creation.

He looked down, his eyes flashing red in the shadows, a look that was both contempt and allure.

The woman's eyes flickered as she noticed his pass bracelet. She smiled and said, "Thanks. Are you a nobleman sent to the harbor by the vampires?"

Wen Yubai nodded, looking down at the human whose upper face was covered by a mask.

These masks can be used to block certain forms of hypnosis and seduction, presumably belonging to the Silver Cross.

The woman's eyes crinkled into crescents, making no attempt to hide her interest in Wen Yubai.

"You look much more pleasing to the eye than any other vampire I've seen before, sir. Has anyone ever told you that you're very beautiful?"

No sooner had these words been spoken than a cold rebuke came from the warehouse entrance.

"Let's go, next stop."

Lucius holstered his gun, his gaze sweeping over the haughty vampire, his eyes filled with undisguised disgust.

If it weren't for these self-proclaimed noble vampires, how could vampires even exist?

It's pitiful and tragic that humans who failed to be transformed by vampires have lost their minds and turned their claws on their former brethren.

Lucius looked away, no longer daring to gaze at that face that was so adept at seducing people.

"Understood, Captain."

The woman shrugged, blinked at Wen Yubai, and then followed the group away.

She only realized it belatedly after walking for quite some time.

"Captain, did we forget to finish up?"

Lucius paused, the vampire corpses in the warehouse still unprocessed.

"We have to leave something for that vampire to do."

"Let them taste what it's like to clean up a mess."

Wen Yubai, who was left behind: ...

The existence of these beings must not be known to ordinary people; this is a consensus between the vampires and the Silver Cross.

He had no choice but to clean up the vampire's remains. By the time he finished and returned to the hotel, it was already four in the morning.

Perhaps stimulated by the blood of battle, Wen Yubai felt a little thirsty again.

He took a cold shower.

Cold water streamed down my back, but it couldn't quell the restlessness in my body.

Wen Yubai's room was on the thirtieth floor. When he opened the window, he could see the sea at dawn.

He leaned against the windowsill with a blood bag in his mouth, enjoying the breeze.

Another bag was emptied.

The hunger and restlessness did not lessen at all; on the contrary, the burning sensation intensified.

He ripped open his shirt, revealing his fair chest, and lay on the bed, tossing and turning.

So thirsty.

Can't sleep.

He took a bag of blood out of his backpack with his right hand and told himself that this was the last bag.

Even after the backpack was completely empty, the restlessness still surged up to my head.

He felt as if he were being roasted over a fire, his reason being stripped away bit by bit.

I want to go out.

I want blood.

Fresh, warm blood gushing from the carotid artery.

Wen Yubai breathed heavily and bit her arm hard, using the pain to suppress her crazy thoughts.

He vaguely heard a knock on the door, but he no longer had the energy to respond.

After a while, the sound of a window being opened was heard, followed by a mocking laugh.

"Mixed-race people really do have less self-control."

The cold blood bag gently patted his face.

"Drink it, consider it pity on you."

The man chuckled and prepared to let go.

Lost in confusion, Wen Yubai suddenly grabbed the other person's wrist and bit down.

He was more interested in the pale blue veins on the wrist than the cold blood bag.

Before I could even inhale, I was violently thrown away by a strong force.

"Damian, are you looking for death?"

Lien covered his wound, a few drops of blood seeped out, but it quickly healed.

But how dare this mixed-race person covet his blood?

Unforgivable.

Lien looked up angrily, but was momentarily stunned by the other person's aggressive gaze.

In that instant, Wen Yubai pounced on him and pinned him to the ground.

He pressed his knee into his lower body and gripped his wrist with his palm.

Leon struggled belatedly.

"You dare touch me! The Vantro family won't let you get away with this—"

Before he could finish speaking, his neck was bitten.

Lien froze.

"Gurgle, gurgle."

The traveler in the desert found a water source.

In the quiet room, only the urgent yet clear sound of swallowing could be heard.

Lien felt his blood being drained.

Reason told him that he should tear this mixed-race person apart.

The tingling sensation spreads along the blood vessels, like an electric current coursing through the whole body.

It soaks every nerve in addictive honey.

"asshole…"

His curses turned into suppressed gasps, his head tilted back uncontrollably, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

So this is what it feels like to be sucked blood.

Each time blood is drawn, it's like shattering reason while climbing a new peak.

Lien closed his eyes, letting the waves engulf him, not even noticing when the warning light on his family bracelet lit up.

The higher-ups of the Vancho family received a warning that their pride was showing signs of excessive blood loss.

Who bullied their young master?!

Count Vandro immediately contacted the nearest descendant of the Vandro family to check on the situation.

After Wen Yubai regained his senses from losing control, before he could even figure out the current situation, a group of people broke down the door.

"?!"

A group of vampires dressed in uniforms with family crests printed on their cuffs burst through the door and were met with a scene of debauchery in the room.

The disheveled man, with bloodstains at the corner of his mouth and a smug look on his face, stood in stark contrast to the young master below, whose neck was a bloody mess.

"Take him down!"

Wen Yubai glanced at Lien beside him, then at the murderous-looking Vanjo tribesmen.

My heart skipped a beat.

Oh no, I've messed up.