American comics: The Savior Who Started with Vampires

Chapter 91 The Masked Company Flees to the East District

"Fuck, why did we come to this place? Don't those damned guys know there's a Tribunal here?"

"The Trial Council...could it be an organization with that Blood God? I saw that video, that wasn't even human!"

"Alright, alright, stop talking! We've been keeping a lot of a low profile these past few days, even secretly doing some bad things, and they haven't even shown their face. I think they've probably already left Gotham!"

In a messy inn, the innkeeper lay trembling on the floor, five fruit knives stuck in his back, staring desperately at the thin figure lying on the other side.

boom!

His body trembled violently, and the man wearing the dog-head mask seemed to be trampling on an animal.

He slowly pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and threw it directly at the innkeeper.

"When will this ever end?"

"Yeah, that damn Batman, running around everywhere, forcing us to come all the way to the East Side!"

"Yeah, have you guys ever wondered why Batman doesn't come to the East End? I suspect that guy doesn't dare face the Inquisition Council. Does he really think he's a good guy? Ha~"

A burly man wearing a pig's head mask curled his lip and slowly walked towards the thin figure lying on the ground. It was a boy with long blond hair, whose face was pale and whose condition looked extremely bad. He was a little worried.

He gently lifted the little boy with one hand, looking at his pale face.

Snapped!

Unable to resist, he slapped his companion hard across the face as he walked up behind him.

Why the hell did you hit me?!

"Damn it, this guy's dead. Didn't I tell you not to kill people randomly? Don't kill people randomly! What if tomorrow that newspaper that's been reporting how safe the East District is all the time has this murder record on it, and it attracts the judges?"

Seemingly still not satisfied, the burly man pounced on his accomplice wearing the dog-head mask, slamming his fist, as big as a sandbag, into the mask. The other men quickly helped him up.

He was spewing profanities and cursing the dog-masked man relentlessly. Even after being pulled away, he couldn't help but kick the dog-masked man hard in the chest.

"..."

The man in the dog-head mask seemed to realize the stupidity of his actions, and his face turned extremely ugly.

"What do we do? That damned idiot, he actually killed the child!"

"...I just wanted to strangle him until he passed out, who would have thought he would actually die!"

The man in the dog-head mask seemed about to explain, but the next moment he was glared at fiercely by the man in the pig-head mask.

Jingle Bell!

As the doorbell rang softly, the five members of the Masked Company instantly trembled and turned their heads toward the shop door.

The next moment, the fear in their eyes vanished, replaced by anger.

A gaunt man dressed in luxurious clothes slowly walked into the shop, his eyes glazed over, as if he had been drinking.

"Damn it, I thought the Blood God had smelled blood and came over. You scared the hell out of me!"

The man in the dog-head mask angrily picked up a bottle from the side and smashed it on the display stand. Looking at the extremely sharp glass rim, he grinned and walked directly towards the man. Behind him, several accomplices watched this scene indifferently, seemingly approving of the man's actions.

puff!

The glass bottle with hard, angular edges in his hand pierced the man's abdomen in an instant. The man in the dog-head mask stared at the man with a ferocious expression, but the expression hidden under the mask suddenly froze.

Without screams or expressions of pain, Faso's lips curved into a wide smile, a hint of crimson flashing in his eyes as he coldly stared at the man before him.

The next moment, he opened his mouth and his scarlet fangs instantly bit into the neck of the dog-headed masked man.

"what……"

The man in the dog-head mask froze on the spot the moment he screamed.

The astonishing change before their eyes startled the four members of the Masked Company behind them, who staggered backward, looking at the man who was now biting and nibbling at their partner with some suspicion.

"Fuck!"

Thinking he was a lunatic, the pig-headed masked man gritted his teeth and charged forward. However, the next moment, the dog-headed masked man was sent flying backward, knocking him to the ground.

The scene before them, which was beyond human control, instantly terrified the other three, who were frantically trying to escape through the back door of the inn.

With a surge of powerful energy emanating from his body, Faso moved at high speed, a sinister grin on his face, and charged toward the three.

Accompanied by screams and sounds of flesh colliding.

Five minutes later, he slowly threw a man with a broken neck onto the ground, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

Fearing that he might infect these criminals and turn them into vampires, he went to the men he had bitten and broke their necks one by one.

A strange noise in the inn caught his attention. Turning around, he saw a pale-faced man covered in blood, with five sharp blades stuck in his back, lying in front of a small, thin child, crying incessantly.

With a slight sigh, Faso approached the hotel owner.

Do you hate them?

Looking at his son's lifeless face, the middle-aged man nodded hard, looking gratefully at Faso, whose mouth was still slowly dripping blood and who looked somewhat frightening.

"I am a bloodline under the Blood God, a member of the Judgment Council. Evil breeds in darkness, and light must also emerge from darkness. Now, we need more people to join this action to destroy the darkness..."

I have been granted the right by the Blood God to seek out warriors. I can transform you into an being like me. From now on, you will fight evil in the darkness and slumber in the light. Are you willing?

Faso said seriously that he had long ago discovered that he seemed to be extremely sensitive to sunlight. He had tried it during the day and felt as if he had been burned by flames. He understood what the Blood God meant by fearing the light, but he did not feel that it caused him any trouble.

He considers himself a night owl, and he can't find the same joy in the night as during the day.

"I abhor all evil, and I will be its enemy. Please give me this chance!"

Tears streamed down the middle-aged man's cheeks; his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked as if he were mortal enemies with evil.

Faso, somewhat satisfied with the man's condition, nodded. The next moment, he suddenly rushed in front of the man, baring his scarlet fangs and biting into the man's neck.

"Well!"

The man let out an unconscious groan. After a long while, he felt his body begin to tremble and his muscles begin to spasm. Faso slowly released him.

He, who had been feeling somewhat depressed due to anemia, instantly regained his senses.

He pulled out the five sharp blades from their backs and, under Faso's knowing gaze, pounced on the five dead members of the Masked Society, sucking their remaining blood one by one.

Roar!

A low growl echoed through the deserted inn...

(End of this chapter)