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In a restaurant, Shasha rested her chin on her hand, watching the cheerful girl in front of her as she enjoyed her meal.
Although the girl was a stranger to her, it was just a meal, and Shasha didn't mind being generous.
"Where is your home?" Shasha asked, implying that she intended to take the girl back.
However, when the girl heard the word "home," her right hand, which held the fork, paused noticeably. Even her eyes, like Black Pearls, revealed a hint of sadness.
This girl had a story. Remembering how she had been performing alone on the street earlier, it was likely that her parents were no longer around.
After a moment of silence, the girl suddenly smiled brightly and said, "Me? I'm an orphan, wandering everywhere. Wherever I go is home."
Shasha stared at the girl in surprise. How could she not see that this was just a forced smile? With a sigh in her heart, her initial intention to send the girl away faded. She turned her head toward the glass window, looking at the scenery outside with a distracted tone. "If you want to find a place to stay, I can help you."
The girl's face instantly lit up with a mischievous smile. "That would be really helpful!"
Shasha didn't intend to involve the girl in her future plans, so she gave her the address in New York and told her to come back in a week. When dinner was over, they finally parted ways.
Back at the repair shop, Whistler hadn't cast any spells yet. The three of them ate the dinner Shasha had brought back while chatting.
"Be careful tonight; your actions last night clearly alerted Daken. If you continue to go to that Slaughterhouse nightclub tonight, you might face a lot of resistance."
Yes, a lot of resistance. Whistler didn’t think those guys would pose any trouble for Blade and Shasha.
"My only target is Quinn; only that guy can lead me to Daken," Blade said calmly.
Shasha remained silent. Even if the plot had changed, he felt no surprise; after all, with his presence as a variable in this world, he understood the butterfly effect.
That night, just before they were about to set off, Whistler tossed Shasha a new weapon that resembled Blade's long knife. Although it looked like a samurai sword, its design was more akin to a Tang dynasty saber.
"This is for you; pay me after the world ends."
Shasha swung it a few times and found it felt great in her hands. A smile spread across her face. "Thanks, Whistler."
"You're welcome; just make sure you pay," Whistler replied nonchalantly, appearing as if he only cared about money.
If it weren't for knowing his personality, Shasha might have thought that this old guy was only interested in money. He didn't point it out, instead smiling and shaking his head. After putting on his gear, he followed Blade to Daken's private nightclub.
The so-called nightclub exclusively for vampires was actually a place that supplied fresh blood. Many unfortunate souls, having been bitten by vampires, gathered here, writhing in ecstasy as they welcomed the baptism of blood.
They drained the blood from human corpses and stored it in tanks, controlling the flow with timed sprays.
As Shasha and Blade crouched at the back door, watching the vampires bathing in blood, their expressions turned peculiar. Suddenly, Blade broke the silence with a joke, "If I were to go out now and interrupt their enjoyment, do you think they would want to kill me?"
"Even if you don't go out now, they would still want to kill you," Shasha chuckled.
"That's true, so I've decided to go out now." With that, Blade abruptly stepped through the back door.
Seeing this, Shasha naturally followed him outside, and soon he could not suppress the commotion that ensued.
Blade was notorious among the blood clan. When those vampires saw him, their eyes flickered with hatred and fear, yet no one dared to move.
"I'm sorry to interrupt your enjoyment, but we're here looking for someone." Pushing through the crowd, his gaze landed on a bearded man surrounded by several female vampires on a couch in the corner. A cold smile spread across Blade's face. "Good to see you again, Quinn."
Upon seeing Blade, Quinn's expression confirmed his expectations. In the next moment, he coldly waved his hand, and armed blood slaves surged in from all directions.
As one vampire in the dance floor drew a gun, the battle began.
The sound of two shotguns roared through the air as one vampire turned to ash.
Even alone, Blade was not afraid of these guys; with Shasha by his side, they were an unstoppable force.
After expending the shotgun shells, he wielded two long knives. Under the flashing blade light, more vampires turned to ash.
Meanwhile, those vampires shooting from a distance were quickly dealt with by the duo using throwing darts during brief openings.
Before long, there were no standing figures left at the scene—only blood remained—and Quinn was nowhere to be seen.
But that was fine; Blade would be able to find that guy.
With a whoosh, a Silver Spike pinned a vampire attempting to ambush against the wall.
Shasha looked over; the Silver Spike had avoided the heart on the right side, and the person pinned was none other than Quinn.
Blade stepped forward and pulled out another Silver Spike, driving it harshly through Quinn's hand. As Quinn screamed in agony, Blade coldly remarked, "I've been hacking at you until my hand is sore. Now, I want the information I seek."
Quinn remained silent, clearly unwilling to cooperate.
"This time, let's try a different method—burning." Blade tossed a gasoline-soaked lighter onto Quinn.
Soon, Quinn was engulfed in flames, his screams gradually fading away with time.
At that moment, the two had already left because the police had arrived on the scene.
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