American comics: The Savior Who Started with Vampires

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Chapter 105 Reinforcements Arrive

"Damn it, is this guy out of his mind?"

As Faso heard the roar of motorcycles coming from the street behind him, he knew that the person chasing him was none other than the Dark Knight of Gotham.

His gaze swept quickly to the wall, and in the next moment, his feet touched the ground, and he leaped up to the wall. His limbs gripped the wall like a nimble gecko, instantly scaling the tall building next to him, leaving claw marks on the wall.

At the same time, Bruce, who was speeding towards them, stopped his motorcycle to the side and quickly leaped up to grab the railing.

The two chased and fled, and the situation developed in an unpredictable direction.

boom!

He staggered and fell to the ground, but Faso stood up very naturally, as if he hadn't been shot at all. He gritted his teeth and looked at Batman behind him, who had actually fired the shot, with some annoyance.

"Are you kidding me?"

Looking down at the five-meter drop below, he leaped down. With the sound of bones cracking, he staggered to one side, attempting to use the height of the building to completely widen the distance between himself and Batman.

The sound of the cloak being blown by the cold wind rang out. Looking back, Batman was also seen leaping down from the high building. The cloak behind him seemed to have a certain cushioning effect, preventing his body from falling to the ground so quickly.

With a heavy thud as his feet struck the ground, Faso felt a slight pang in his heart. But what happened next terrified him even more: he felt a tingling, numb sensation spreading through his body.

"Fuck, the bullet is poisoned!"

He plunged two fingers into the bullet hole in his body and pulled out the blood-stained bullet, looking at the bullet's unique structure, which resembled shards of glass.

Faso's mind went blank for a moment.

Feeling a surge of powerlessness within him, he anxiously looked at his communicator, unaware that Batman, who had been following him, had disappeared.

Whoosh whoosh!

This was the first time Faso had felt exhausted since becoming a vampire. Gradually, he seemed to sense something was wrong and suddenly turned around.

Hmm? That guy...

The next moment, a vague sixth sense gripped his heart like shackles, and as he tried to jump aside, a hand reached out from around the corner and grabbed his neck.

A powerful force acted on his upper body, pressing him down with Batman's thick arms.

boom!

Faso was slammed heavily to the ground, bricks and stones shattered, the bluestone behind his head cracked instantly, and blood flowed out immediately. The intense dizziness made Faso's mind go into a daze.

"What are you doing?"

Faso, now fully conscious, cursed angrily, only to be met with a barrage of powerful punches.

After three punches, Faso screamed in agony.

Just as Bruce was about to try to knock him unconscious, a figure suddenly leaped down from a nearby high-rise building. Sensing something amiss, Bruce drew a dart from his waist and threw it at the newcomer.

A blurry black shadow flashed by, and the woman who had just missed the dart rushed in front of Bruce. Bruce, who had just blocked the woman's punch with his arms in front of his chest, was about to counterattack, but the woman was a step faster. Their fists collided, and Bruce's figure was instantly pushed back. He noticed two figures appearing on the other side.

With a roar, a man and a woman pounced on Bruce; they were both descendants of Faso.

However, the two men's fighting skills were far inferior to Bruce's, and they were defeated after only a brief moment of resistance. However, the vampires' super endurance and unparalleled resistance to injury made them fearless in the face of attacks.

Taking advantage of this brief moment, Faso, who had been lying on the ground, was helped up by the woman. Looking at the familiar face in front of him, a hint of embarrassment flashed across his face.

"Stop!"

A clear shout rang out from the building. At that moment, the two vampires who had been attacking Bruce Wayne quickly jumped away. Bruce instantly looked up and stared intently at the blurry figure on the building.

"Batman, you've got the wrong target."

Harley's face was full of smiles, her tone teasing, as two more female vampires appeared behind her.

"We are the same kind of people."

Faso couldn't help but shout angrily, clearly furious. First he was punished by Harley, and now he was defeated by Batman and made a fool of himself in front of Harley and the others. Tonight, Gotham City Center disgusted him!

"A type of person? I don't suck blood!"

A deep, resonant voice echoed through the neighborhood. Batman's gaze was fixed on the slender figure atop the building. He immediately guessed that the woman, whose face he couldn't see clearly, was the true leader among this group of vampires.

"Heh, so what if the power of justice is born from the blood of vampires and sinful blood?"

"You're not human, so how can you think about justice from a human perspective?"

Harley frowned briefly, then quickly relaxed her brows, an amused expression on her face as she gazed at the tall figure standing below.

"Lord Blood God instructed us not to clash with you, but if you insist on doing so, then I'd like to taste the blood of Gotham's infamous Dark Knight... what does it taste like?!"

He swung the stick in his hand in an instant and hurled it at Bruce!

boom!

With one hand gripping the baseball bat, Bruce glanced at Faso, who was being protected by three vampires. Knowing that today's efforts were doomed to be fruitless, he abruptly lifted his robe and then got on the motorcycle that was automatically approaching.

He disappeared before the eyes of the vampires.

"Fuck, this guy... but that motorcycle is pretty cool."

Faso couldn't help but curse, but Harley and the others ignored his mood and left with the girl.

At the exact moment the incident occurred, Harley received a mental prompting from the Blood God to come to her rescue. Now that the mission is complete, there is no need for her to linger in this place.

Soon, only Faso and his two blood relatives remained on the street.

We need more manpower!

Faso's eyes flashed with a scarlet light as he spoke in a low voice.

"The Blood God is already in slumber. If we rashly convert more people, how can we suppress their bloodlust?"

The innkeeper frowned and said with some concern that he and another female bloodline had to be taken by Faso to the Blood God to reduce their intense bloodlust!

Only those who have truly experienced it know how terrifying that uncontrollable hunger can be.

"I can't worry about that now. I believe the Blood God will understand. If I can't even guarantee my own safety, how can I uphold justice!"

His gaze was deep as he watched the direction Batman had left, a strange meaning lingering in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)