Luke's sharp eyesight could notice that everyone's attention was on the four tall figures in the center of the dance floor.
Even as they talked to each other, their eyes never left them.
It wasn't until Luke showed up that he attracted some people's attention.
Luke ignored these people and walked forward steadily to a table next to the dance floor. “Alexander, it’s time for us to settle the accounts.”
Alexander, who was sitting on the edge of the semicircular sofa at the table, looked puzzled: "Who... are you?"
Luke laughed, and this time his accent was an African-American accent with a British accent. "How dare you not sell me a suit? Do you really think I care about the clothes made by your lousy tailor? Go to hell, bastard!"
As he said this, he stretched out his left hand between his legs, raised it and fired a shot.
Bang!
Alexander didn't react at all. There was a bullet hole in the middle of his forehead and he fell backwards on the sofa.
Almost at the same time Luke drew his gun, a figure rushed out from beside Alexander.
Bang!
With a dull sound, the figure was kicked by Luke and flew back onto the sofa. He covered his face, which had suddenly become much smoother, and screamed in pain.
It suddenly became a little quiet around here.
Except for the still deafening dance music, all other sounds paused for a moment.
Then, many people shouted.
"He killed Alexander!"
"Alexander is dead!"
"Kill him!"
This is the cry of the onlookers.
"Ah~~~" This was the model's scream.
Vanessa's three best friends remained silent, but slowly backed away from here.
The African-American accent with a British accent sounded again: "I only cause trouble for Alexander. Don't mess with me, because I have a bad temper and I will kill people when I get angry."
Suddenly, a voice in the audience asked in doubt: "You are... a daywalker?!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd around them suddenly stepped back.
Many people had expressions of shock and anger, but there was more fear among them, as if they had met their natural enemy.
Luke looked around, stunned: What the hell, what is a daywalker? I just said a few words, why don't you just come on, why are you hiding!
Fortunately, these people had no intention of letting him go.
After he retreated some distance, the people around him gradually gathered around him and walked slowly around him, like a pack of wolves looking for an opportunity to attack.
Luke heaved a sigh of relief: At least I didn't put myself on the line! It seems that it is better to do things in a straightforward manner.
As soon as he thought of it, he pulled out the long sword behind him with his right hand. The silver blade flashed under the lights of the dance floor, scaring the people around him and causing another commotion.
Looking at the people surrounding him, Luke felt more and more puzzled: Why do they seem to be scared away? This is not right!
But the long sword in his hand did not hesitate, and with a flash of silver light, it chopped towards a man a few meters away.
As the long sword swung out, his figure rushed forward rapidly and instantly arrived in front of the man.
Phew!
The man just raised his hand with horror on his face, and a silver light flashed across his neck. His head flew up and a column of blood spurted out of his neck.
Luke's figure had already moved away, and the long sword that had been chopped down was turned back.
Phew!
A woman who was leaning forward slightly with her claws wide open in an attacking posture paused, and then her head fell off.
Several people around the dance floor shouted.
"It's him! It's him!"
"He's a daywalker!"
"He's the Blade!"
Just then, the bar door slammed loudly and two doors were kicked in.
A dark figure walked in, glanced around the scene, and grinned, revealing the only white part of his face: "Who's calling me?"
Everyone on the dance floor was stunned.
Even Luke, who had just killed two people, stopped and looked at the person coming to the door with interest.
There was silence in the air again for a moment.
A bunch of people's heads made almost the same movement, first looking at the person coming at the door, and then looking at Luke on the dance floor.
Some diligent people even looked back and forth two or three times in one second.
Luke and the newcomer also made eye contact.
In the dance floor, the bodies and heads of the two men and women whose heads he had just chopped off exploded in sparks and disappeared.
Luke tilted his head and looked at the person: "Daywalker? Or Blade?"
Visitor: "All of them. Who are you?"
Luke hesitated for a moment and said, "An enthusiastic person who opposes racial discrimination?"
Visitor: …
Four models:…
Everyone in the bar: …
"Kill them, they are in the same group." Someone finally spoke in the bar.
Luke glanced sideways: You look funny!
Although he and the daywalker who had just arrived both carried guns and had a long knife, and their clothes were one black and one gray-black, they were obviously in two different styles!
At least he is not a non-African!
But the people in the bar didn’t think so much. Once someone gave the order, everyone started moving.
Many people pointed guns at the two men.
Luke and the man raised their guns almost at the same time.
Bang bang bang!
Several gangsters with guns were shot dead immediately.
These are all normal humans, but those who protect the vampires here are not good people either.
Luke's targets were almost always shot in the head, while the incoming targets were mostly killed by random gunfire.
After dealing with the armed robber, the two men seemed to be in sync with each other. They used the center line of the dance floor as the boundary and attacked to the left and right.
The two men's movements were extremely similar, both inserting the gun back and swinging the long sword.
Amid the loud music on the dance floor, the two men stepped to the rhythm, their long swords flying, slashing at those who rushed over.
Most of those who rushed forward were killed and turned into sparks and ashes, while a few left their bodies behind.
In less than a minute, the two stood facing each other again.
This time, they were scattered on both sides of the dance floor, leaving only more than twenty bodies of human bandits on the dance floor.
The man grabbed a man's neck and looked at the long knife in Luke's hand: "Your weapon is useless."
As he spoke, he stabbed the man he had held in the back with his knife, and the long knife went through the body.
The man screamed and exploded into sparks.
“We need silver weapons, or concentrated garlic essence and ultraviolet rays to kill them effectively.” The man retracted his empty left hand, danced with the long sword in his right hand, and put the sword back into the scabbard behind him.
Luke raised his eyebrows: "Thanks for the reminder, I will pay attention next time."
The visitor grinned: "Next time?"
Luke also danced with his sword, sheathing his long sword, his movements were almost identical to the newcomer: "They pissed me off."
The visitor was silent for a moment: "Don't let them bite you, otherwise I will kill you too."
Having said that, he waved his hand, turned and left.
The black windbreaker fluttered with his movements, revealing the dark red lining underneath, like blood.
Luke watched him leave helplessly: Hey, you are so pretentious! Why do you always ask me to clean the floor