After dealing with the guards at the back door, Liam Price kicked the entrance wide open, sending the heavy back door flying.
The thumping bass and blaring music from the front of the club drowned out the boom.
Not a single vampire noticed their nest’s back door had been breached.
Of course, even if they had noticed, it wouldn’t have mattered.
With Liam Price’s Agility attribute pushing nearly 50 points, sprinting at full speed left behind nothing more than an afterimage.
Sprinting into the club, he didn’t head straight to the dance floor to start a massacre.
Instead, he put on his power level scouter and dashed up the stairs, weaving through the building’s various rooms.
Whenever he encountered a living creature that wasn’t a total pushover, regardless of skin color or gender, Liam Price simply flung a ki blast at them.
A back-and-forth battle?
That didn’t exist here.
In fact, the vast majority of vampires Liam Price blew up were fortunate enough to die without even feeling pain, instantly vaporized into piles of black ash.
In just a dozen seconds, Liam Price swept through several floors of vampires, arriving at the club’s topmost ultra-VIP room.
Although this floor had special soundproofing, Liam Price’s superhuman senses allowed him to hear faint cries and sobs.
Among them were women, and children too.
*BOOM!* The thick, anti-riot steel door was bent by a single punch from Liam Price, ripped out of the wall together with its frame.
An unlucky vampire failed to dodge in time and was squashed under the steel door, turned into splattered squid with a sickening *squelch*.
The lighting in this top-tier VIP lounge was a dark, blood-red hue.
Seven or eight disheveled vampires were holding women, engaging in a degenerate, wild party.
Those women were clearly not there by choice.
Aside from them, several corpses of women and young men lay scattered around, completely drained of blood, their faces frozen in uncanny expressions.
In addition to being drained of blood, chunks of flesh were missing from parts of their bodies.
This room had clearly been the stage for scenes straight out of an R-rated horror movie.
What infuriated Liam Price even more was that, inside this room, he actually saw over a dozen completely naked infants lined up neatly on a dining table.
They were being treated as dessert by these vampires!
One vampire, who seemed to have finished his main meal, stood by the table wearing only a bath towel around his waist, reaching his claw toward one of the babies.
[Ding!
Host has located the second child available for adoption.
Please…] Liam Price didn’t hear a word of the system’s remaining notification, as his hair stood on end from sheer rage.
He wasn’t a Saiyan, and anger couldn’t turn him into a Super Saiyan, but Liam Price’s combat power spiked to a whole new height regardless.
“Filthy beasts!” He had been relying on ki blasts before, but now he didn’t care about dirtying his hands—he went straight for brutally physical close combat.
As if teleporting, his figure blurred across a distance of over ten meters, appearing directly before the vampire standing by the table.
With a shrieking chop of his hand, the arm reaching toward the child on the table was severed at the shoulder.
Yet the creature didn’t even get the chance to scream.
Because while severing the arm, Liam Price’s hands had already clamped onto its head, ripping the head—along with the spine—straight out of its body.
With its vocal cords torn out, the vampire might still be technically alive, but it certainly wasn’t screaming.
Liam Price tossed the skull to the floor and turned his gaze toward the other stunned vampires.
“None of you get a quick death.” Liam Price pronounced their ultimate fate.
“Who the hell are you?!” One vampire exposed his sharp fangs, only for both of his eyes to pop out in the very next second.
Popped out in the literal, physical sense.
Because right as he uttered those words, his entire torso between his neck and legs was obliterated by a single punch from Liam Price closing the distance in an instant.
“Boss Deacon!” “Oh god!
He’s a demon!” “Run…” The guy who got blown to pieces was Deacon Frost, the leader of this vampire coven.
Seeing their boss obliterated so gruesomely, the remaining vampires lost all courage to stay and scrambled to flee.
They regretted everything.
First, they regretted that their parents had only given them two legs.
Second, they regretted that this top-floor VIP suite had been specially modified—its windows welded shut with iron plates to block out daylight.
Before they could even reach the doorway, the fastest runner took a wrathful ki blast directly to his back.
The result, naturally, was being reduced to less than ash.
The remaining vampires were utterly paralyzed with terror.
Fortunately, Liam Price was a kindhearted man—within seconds, he relieved them all of their numbness by pulling their heads out of their chests with his bare hands.
Just as Liam Price prepared to charge straight down to the main club hall to wipe out the low-level minions who were partying with their lured “food” while waiting for a midnight snack, a loud crash echoed from downstairs.
A burly Black man had arrived outside, driving a heavily reinforced custom car, and crashed straight through the nightclub’s main entrance.
Dressed in a black leather trench coat and wearing dark sunglasses in the middle of the night, the Black man pressed a button inside the car before stepping out.
Instantly, a bank of ultraviolet spotlights mounted on the roof flared to life, aimed directly at the club entrance.
Next, the giant Black man pulled a hose from his vehicle, lifted a storm drain grate, and shoved the hose down into the sewer.
*Gurgle, gurgle…* A white gas reeking of garlic surged into the drainage system, completely sealing off all escape routes for the vampires inside the building.
Having completed his preparations, Blade, the “Daywalker”—Eric Brooks—charged into the screaming, chaotic nightclub clad in silver-plated weapons designed specifically for hunting vampires.
However, after the legendary vampire hunter cleared out the first-floor lobby and drove out the living humans intended as “food,” he headed up the stairs to purge the remaining floors, only to find that someone had already cleaned house above.
Inside the top-floor VIP suite, Blade saw only the babies lined up on the table and several surviving women.
Upon questioning the women, he learned that a man had burst through the door moments earlier and unleashed a brutal massacre upon the vampires.
“That man descended like a god, slaughtered those vampires, and took their wicked heads!” A woman who was clearly bordering on insanity knelt on the floor, pointing up at a massive hole in the ceiling as she declared fervently to Blade.
She paid no mind to her complete nakedness, her eyes burning with unmatched devotion, while a large wet patch pooled beneath her on the carpet.