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"We're not doing this for fun. We just want to survive," Nissa said quietly. She had already lost hope in this conversation.
"They want to survive too," Zhou Yi said, raising his glass. His bright eyes stared at the humans who had been lured here—some already drained of blood, others still alive, but completely at the mercy of the vampires. They didn't dare make a sound, only looking at Zhou Yi with desperate, pleading eyes.
Zhou Yi understood that gaze. It was pure, primal survival instinct.
"We have an agreement with human authorities. These people are criminals, drug addicts, the ones who can't handle society. Their lives have already been discarded. No one cares about them," Nissa said coldly. She noticed the desperate looks but ignored them. What mattered was Zhou Yi's reaction. She had to convince him to walk away.
No one would make a fuss over the deaths of these lowlifes. That was why the human elite tolerated the existence of vampires. To them, vampires were like scavengers, cleaning up human waste.
"Step three of friendly negotiations," Zhou Yi muttered before downing his drink and standing up. "I think it's time I tell you what I really think."
"I don't care who's trash and who's not. The only thing that matters is whether I'm happy. And right now, I'm not."
His cold words sent chills down the spines of the vampires around him. They shrank back in fear, their monstrous faces twisting with terror.
"Creatures who can't even stand under the sun have no right to look at me—let alone decide who gets to live."
A sudden burst of light flickered in Zhou Yi's pupils. In the blink of an eye, beams of searing light shot out from his eyes, slicing through the darkness like a blade.
The vampires hit by the beams disintegrated instantly, reduced to ashes. Those caught in the scattered light burst into flames, screaming as they collapsed. Even the ones who weren't directly hit found themselves burning alive, reduced to dust within moments.
Only Nissa remained standing, protected by an invisible shield that blocked the deadly light.
In just seconds, the vampire-infested nightclub was emptied. The only ones left were Zhou Yi, Nissa, and a handful of confused, terrified humans who had no idea how they had been saved.
Nissa stared at Zhou Yi, her fear growing. She finally understood the instinctive dread she had felt. A man who controlled light, who wielded superhuman strength—he was the natural enemy of vampires. And facing your natural predator meant only one thing: terror.
Ignoring the stunned humans, Zhou Yi smiled at Nissa and said, "You're lucky you protected my sister. Otherwise, you wouldn't still be standing here." His voice dropped into a warning. "So, make sure I don't hear any rumors about me. Otherwise, I won't hesitate to wipe vampires off the map."
Nissa stiffly nodded. He wasn't just warning her—he was warning all of vampirekind and even the humans who worked with them. But one thing confused her. There were still plenty of humans here. Why was he only telling her to stay silent?
She quickly found out why.
A suffocating aura suddenly filled the room—ancient, holy, and overwhelmingly powerful. It wasn't just fear; it was pure, unshakable pressure, pressing into the soul.
As a pureblood vampire, Nissa felt her body freeze. Her muscles locked up, her brain felt sluggish, and her instincts screamed at her to flee.
For the humans, it was far worse. Their eyes rolled back, their mouths foamed, and they collapsed, unconscious.
This wasn't just intimidation—it was a mental assault, a divine presence Zhou Yi had mastered through Daoist cultivation. Under this power, the humans' minds would be scrambled. They wouldn't remember what happened. All they would recall was fear.
It wasn't a perfect solution, but it was better than killing them.
With everything taken care of, Zhou Yi waved a hand at Nissa and soared into the sky. A piercing sonic boom echoed across the city as he vanished into the night.
Nissa glanced around, then quickly disappeared into the shadows.
The unconscious humans were left behind, but for them, this was the best possible ending.
Minutes later, a squad of armed agents stormed the nightclub. Their movements were precise, covering every exit, sweeping the entire scene with specialized equipment. They carried the unconscious people onto stretchers, removing all evidence of what had happened.
A tall, middle-aged man in a suit entered, his receding hairline and calm smile giving him a distinguished air. As he walked in, a large, muscular Black agent approached him.
"Sir, we've secured the area. But it looks like we were too late. There's nothing here except some unconscious civilians, a pile of dust, and dried blood," the agent reported regretfully.
The man studied the scene before giving a simple order. "Collect some samples and send them to the lab. Treat the survivors and start interrogations."
He stopped at the bar, looking up at the massive hole in the ceiling.
"Any guesses on how that hole got there?" he asked.
The Black agent frowned, studying it. "Looks like a massive armor-piercing round punched through, sir."
The man clapped his shoulder with a chuckle. "You need to watch more sci-fi, my friend. Your imagination is seriously lacking."
With that, he moved past the agent, who awkwardly scratched the back of his head.
At the bar, he carefully examined his surroundings. Then his phone rang.
"Agent Coulson, any findings?" a cold female voice asked.
"Unfortunately, our Superman is long gone," Coulson replied. "But I've sent some samples to the lab."
"Phil, do your best to gather intel. Director Fury wants to see you."
"Understood, Hill." Coulson was about to hang up when something caught his eye.
"Phil? What's wrong?" Maria Hill asked, sensing his sudden change in tone.
Coulson carefully picked up a glass from the bar, studying the faint patterns left behind.
"I think I just found something useful."
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Meanwhile, on Long Island, Zhou Yi slowed his flight and landed quietly on his balcony.
Peeking into the living room, he saw Ororo standing there, angrily scolding Charise and the other two girls.
Making sure no one noticed him, Zhou Yi quickly changed out of his burnt, tattered clothes. This was an annoying problem—flying too fast created friction, which burned his outfit. He could protect himself with telekinesis, but it felt unnatural, like being wrapped in glass.
Sometimes, driving was just easier.
After changing, he grabbed a few bottles of milk from the fridge and walked into the living room.
"Ororo, they've had enough for one night. Cut them some slack," he said, placing the milk in front of the girls. Then he poured two glasses of whiskey, handing one to Ororo.
She accepted it but shot him a glare. "I still don't understand what happened. And you think I'm talking too much?"
Zhou Yi swirled his drink before answering. "I found them in a vampire nightclub. Luckily, they weren't hurt."
"Vampires?" Ororo's voice shot up an octave. She turned to the girls, suddenly serious. "Did any of you get bitten? Were you exposed to them in any way?"
The girls, still dazed from the lecture, hesitated before shaking their heads.
"We're fine, Ororo. No one touched us," Charise assured her.
"Good," Ororo said firmly. "But I still need to check you. We're going back to the school immediately."
"Should I open a portal?" Charise asked, trying to be helpful.
"No," Ororo said sharply, then turned to Zhou Yi. "We're driving."
Zhou Yi shrugged. "Keys are in the garage. But I really don't think they're infected."
"Better safe than sorry," Ororo insisted.
Zhou Yi sighed. "Fine. But give me two minutes. I need to talk to Charise."
Once outside, he ruffled her hair. "You did well."
"Really?" Charise blinked in surprise.
"But it wasn't enough," Zhou Yi continued. "You protected your friends. That was the right call. But you weren't strong enough to keep them safe."
"You have to remember tonight. When you make a choice, make sure you have the power to back it up."
Charise lowered her head, deep in thought. After a moment, she whispered, "I understand, Brother. But... what happened to the vampires?"
Zhou Yi smiled. "I let the woman go. The rest? I left none behind."