A calm and composed expression, fluent movements, peace after killing.
The remaining thugs, having seen Qian Cangyi's actions just now, started to hesitate in their hearts, but whether it was the dignity of being a vampire, the need to silence the witness, or their disdain for the thin and small thug, all made them stay. After all, the other side had not shown any peculiar abilities.
Compared to the mid-level vampires they had seen before, the common person before them was nothing.
The two thugs looked at each other and after exchanging glances, they charged forward together.
Qian Cangyi held his breath and focused, observing the actions of the two men. Although they charged together, the stronger one was actually falling behind intentionally.
Seeing this, he concentrated all his attention on the lower-level vampire in front, who was holding a baseball bat with his eyes focused on Qian Cangyi's skull.
