Two days later, at noon, inside a repair shop filled with various materials, a white-haired old man was polishing a silver dagger.
The angle grinder spun rapidly, turning what should have been a mere art piece into a weapon capable of hunting monsters in the old man's hands.
Soon after, the old man turned off the angle grinder and began to examine his work.
Testing the feel, the old man nodded with satisfaction, "Not bad, it's worth the client's price."
Just then, a muscular man wearing a long black leather coat with a special bulletproof vest underneath walked over.
"You're in good form today, Blade." The white-haired old man looked up slightly, sheathing the newly made dagger before speaking to the man in black:
"I need your help to deliver this knife to where it needs to go."
"Delivery? That's not a common request." The man known as Blade showed a curious expression.
Blade is a Vampire hunter. Because his mother was bitten by a Vampire while pregnant, he gained half of a Vampire's physique, becoming an extremely rare Daywalker. He possesses the strength of a Vampire but is not afraid of sunlight, and his need for blood is also very low.
When Blade was very young, he was adopted by the Vampire hunter Whistler and taught skills, becoming the Daywalker feared by Vampires.
"Don't worry about it too much for now, just deliver the goods." Whistler pulled a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a deep drag, easing his nerves before telling Blade:
"And don't think about providing after-sales service to the boss. The fact that he knows my phone number and that I can make silver weapons means he's got some capabilities."
"I understand." Blade nodded, then set off with the goods.
… … … …
As evening approached, in a dimly lit alley in New York, the details of the depths were unclear.
Blade followed Whistler's instructions, placing the goods next to a trash can deep in the alley, then found the money box behind a bag of trash.
"Looks like a guy who isn't short on money," Blade remarked after counting the banknotes.
Without doing anything else unnecessary, Blade left the alley after delivering the goods.
An hour later, night had fallen.
It wasn't until then that Ailer rode his motorcycle into the alley, finding what he wanted at the agreed-upon spot.
This was a silver dagger, twenty-seven centimeters in total length. Its special crafting made it a sharp blade for piercing Vampire hearts.
"Truly excellent." Ailer re-sheathed the dagger, then left the alley with it, heading to another location.
The motorcycle sped through the city. After navigating through streets and alleys, Ailer arrived in front of a bar with exceptionally dazzling neon lights.
This was the bar Kaitel had frequented recently; that Vampire was hidden inside.
Ailer didn't enter through the main door. Instead, he hid in the shadows and took out his Spider Phone from his dimensional pocket.
The Spider Phone is a high-tech mobile terminal used by Kamen Rider Geats in "Kamen Rider Geats," capable of functions a regular phone cannot.
For example, transforming into a spider to infiltrate enemy territory, or hacking into surveillance systems to find enemy intelligence.
After waiting for a while, the Spider Phone returned to Ailer's side and transformed back into a phone.
Gazing at the bar's interior displayed on the screen, Ailer knew he had grasped the enemy's internal movements.
Following the route planned by the Spider Phone, Ailer infiltrated the bar.
At the same time, in the top-floor VIP room of this bar, a two-meter-tall White man was furious.
"You're saying the kid I was looking after got killed?"
The White man wore a studded jacket, his thick arms exposed. His short blonde hair stood up like needles. He sat sprawled on the sofa chair, with two heavily made-up women beside him.
In front of the White man, a gang subordinate was nervously reporting.
"We haven't been able to contact Kaitel for several days. He's very likely been taken out by a Vampire hunter."
"He's truly a troublesome kid," the White man grumbled.
When a Vampire is killed, he turns into a pile of ashes, and with a gust of wind, there's nothing left, making it difficult even to find his remains.
At this point, the gang subordinate added, "Boss, Kaitel only joined us recently. Logically, no Vampire hunter should be targeting him. I think…"
"You think what? Keep talking!" The White man glared at his subordinate.
"Yes!" The subordinate trembled and continued, "I think it might be our rival gang, or someone Kaitel had a conflict with…"
He stopped there, not daring to continue, as he could feel his boss's gaze had changed. This feeling was like a top predator lurking in the darkness, seeing him as prey to be slaughtered… The subordinate's back was already soaked with cold sweat.
However, the White man didn't strike his subordinate. He patted the thigh of the woman beside him and said:
"I remember Kaitel told me that the first thing he would do after becoming a Bloodkin was to seek revenge on a kid named Ailer Hestia. Go investigate this guy first. Tell the people below not to rush into action. If he really could make Kaitel disappear, then he's not someone you guys can deal with."
"Understood, Boss." After receiving the order, the gang subordinate exited the VIP room, leaving the space to the boss and his companions.
'Ring, ring'
Just as the White man was about to enjoy himself, his phone in his pocket rang. He took out the phone, looked at the caller, and answered.
"Hello, Quinn, is something wrong?"
"Deacon asked me about the status of the goods." The person on the other end spoke somewhat flippantly, "You know, brother Mark, that matter concerns our future."
"Don't worry. Since you entrusted it to me, I won't disappoint you, nor will our great endeavor fail," Mark replied firmly.
"With your promise, I feel much more at ease, brother. I'll come to pick up the goods myself tomorrow night. Have a wonderful evening, goodbye."
"Goodbye."
After hanging up the phone, Mark suddenly felt a sense of unease.
"Mark, let us entertain you," the heavily made-up woman whispered softly.
However, the gentle call couldn't alleviate Mark's unease; his eyelids twitched constantly.
"What exactly is going on? Why do I feel this way?" Mark pressed his heart. Just then, the VIP room door shattered, and debris and rebar flew towards Mark and the other Vampires.