The half-man, half-bat creature swung wildly, its two machetes savagely tearing through the concrete wall as debris exploded and dust filled the air. Two arcs of cold light rushed forward.
CLANG—
The sound of clashing metal echoed through the corridor. The bone blade of the Triangular Bone Tipped Spear, descending from above, blocked the machete's edge, creating rice-grain-sized notches and spiderweb-like cracks on the steel blade, visible to the naked eye.
Li Ang gripped the spear handle with both hands and dragged it backward. The jagged spine of the bone blade scraped across the machete's edge like a saw, tearing the rice-grain-sized notch into a crack that spanned the width of the blade. This caused the entire machete blade to snap violently into two pieces, which then fell to the ground.
With his dual blades broken, Paul, who was on the other side of the wall, released his grip on the handles. His muscular, veined thighs kicked open the door. He then used the soundproof, explosion-proof door as a Shield, holding it in front of him as he rushed into the narrow corridor.
Paul lowered his head, holding his breath and concentrating. His massive frame shrunk behind the door panel, feet stomping the ground as he began a ferocious charge.
Li Ang leaped back, creating distance before he suddenly thrust the Triangular Bone Tipped Spear forward.
The spear's blade pierced effortlessly through the heavy door. Its momentum undiminished, it aimed straight for Paul's heart on the other side. The half-man, half-bat monster only managed to twist its body hastily, narrowly avoiding the strike to its heart. However, the bone blade still penetrated his left shoulder. When it retracted, it tore his entire arm from his body.
Blood gushed out like a fountain, splattering wantonly across the opulent nightclub walls. Under the intense pain, Paul, a Blood Slave, couldn't help but falter. His body shivered, and his charge was abruptly halted.
The Triangular Bone Tipped Spear retracted its blade and stabbed out again, this time hitting his right arm and tearing it off as well.
This time, the half-man, half-bat creature could no longer hold the door panel Shield. Its knees weakened, and it knelt on the ground, its hideous, ugly face losing all expression and vitality as it fell completely into shock.
Li Ang withdrew the spear. With a THUD, he kicked the door panel, sending it flying over Paul's head and down the corridor.
Big guy, but not strong enough.
Li Ang glanced at Paul, who was kneeling on the ground, seemingly unconscious. He shook the spear in his hand and slapped Paul's head with the flat of its blade, snapping his neck to a ninety-degree angle.
The half-man, half-bat creature collapsed to the ground, and the entire corridor seemed to tremble for a moment.
Li Ang stepped forward, severed the corpse's spine with his spear, and stowed the body and its two detached arms into his inventory.
Such creatures with the Bloodline of The Blood Clan might be no match for Li Ang, a Player, but they were still exceedingly powerful against ordinary people. A physique stronger than a champion bodybuilder's, skin covered in black fur capable of resisting small-caliber pistol shots, and resilience akin to a cockroach—these traits allowed even the lowest-ranking Blood Slave to contend with an unprofessional team of gunmen in complex terrain.
The only problem is that they're too ugly. Li Ang muttered. Aren't all members of the Blood Clan supposed to be handsome men and beautiful women, with looks surpassing entertainment stars? Why do they look like giant humanoid bats? Or is it just Blood Slaves who look like this? Do higher-ranking members of the Blood Clan maintain their human forms even when transformed?
His thoughts drifted. Perhaps all members of the Blood Clan, when seeking an initiate, only chose vibrant young men and women. Over generations, the Blood Clan's genetic pool was optimized, leading to the legend that 'all Blood Clan members are handsome men and beautiful women.' That's truly disheartening. Ugly people don't even qualify to be bitten...
Li Ang's thoughts were still drifting, but his feet never stopped moving. He crossed the pool of blood and entered the private room Felix had just occupied, following the faint scent of alcohol in the air to an already closed secret door. His modified nose could clearly distinguish most smells.
The club's secret escape passage was a long corridor hidden within a crevice in the wall. The passage was pitch-black without emergency lighting, and it was very cold and damp.
The Blood Clan members, possessing night vision, navigated the stairs and ran quickly through the darkness, while the rich young masters who followed them stumbled frequently.
These few rich kids, their faces bruised and swollen, struggled forward, leaning on the walls. They were gradually falling behind the bodyguard team ahead but dared not make a sound or ask Felix's bodyguards to help them down.
In a life-or-death crisis, their fathers' wealth and power meant nothing in this corridor. If Felix weren't reluctant to face a scolding from his elders after escaping, he probably would have ordered his subordinates to break the limbs of these so-called 'friends' right then and there. He would have left them in the corridor to attract the attention of the enemy behind and delay their pursuit.
After several turns, the downward-slanting corridor finally reached its end—a metal door cast from alloy. Its inward-facing handle was shaped like a ship's helm.
A suited bodyguard stepped forward and turned the handle with a bit of effort.
As soon as the metal door opened, a foul stench assailed their nostrils. Ahead, in the darkness, the gurgling sound of flowing water could be heard.
This escape door led to the dense maze of Frankfurt City's underground sewer system.
Frankfurt City had been established for over three hundred years, and its sewer system had undergone more than twenty reconstructions and improvements. It contained countless pipes and hidden tunnels from various eras; even the city's Urban Planning Department was completely unaware of its full layout.
Once inside, they could shake off any pursuers by navigating just a few turns.
Felix, as a member of the Blood Clan, possessed a sense of smell far keener than that of ordinary people. The strong scent of ammonia and various other indescribable stenches hung in the air, feeling like octopus tentacles extending into his throat, scratching back and forth.
Felix's handsome, delicate face contorted. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he nearly vomited.
Two suited bodyguards jumped down into the escape passage without hesitation. Felix's expression was grim and uncertain, but his actions were swift. He too jumped down, allowing his high-end leather boots, with their fine breathable pores, to be submerged in the murky, dark-green sewer water.
The slimy, disgusting sensation of sewage seeping over the tops of his feet, and the suspicious, long, brown objects floating in the water that bumped against his boots, made Felix—who had grown up sheltered like a flower in a greenhouse—clench his fists and nearly scream aloud.
So disgusting!
"Young Master, this way," a bodyguard's voice interrupted Felix's spiraling thoughts. The group of Blood Clan members didn't wait for the rich young masters to jump down from the escape passage, instead dashing off into the darkness.
The rich kids realized they had been abandoned. Just as they were about to cry out for help, they heard the sound of rapid, heavy footsteps approaching from the narrow, dark corridor behind them.
"Don't run! You're all surrounded by me!" Li Ang, carrying his long spear, bounded down the corridor, taking two or three steps at a time. He shouted as he ran, "Hey, why does it stink so much? Did you guys find something good to eat in the sewers and not tell me?"