Luke's keen eyesight could notice that everyone's attention was on the four tall figures in the center of the dance floor.
Even when talking to each other, they never took their eyes off of them.
It wasn't until Luke's appearance that he attracted some people's attention.
Luke didn't pay attention to these people, and stepped forward steadily, walking to a table next to the dance floor: "Alexander, it's time for us to settle the score."
Alexander, who was sitting on the edge of the semicircular sofa, had a strange expression on his face: "Who are you...?"
Luke laughed hehehe, this time his accent was an African-American accent with a British accent: "You guy, how dare you not sell me a suit! Do I really care about the clothes made by your shabby tailor? Go Die, bastard!"
As he spoke, he pulled his left hand between his legs, and when he raised it, he shot.
Snapped!
Alexander didn't respond, a bullet hole appeared in the middle of his forehead, and he fell back on the sofa.
And almost at the same time as Luke drew his gun, a figure jumped out from Alexander.
Boom!
Amidst the dull sound, the figure was kicked by Luke and flew back onto the sofa, covering his face that had suddenly flattened a lot, screaming in pain.
It was suddenly a little quiet around.
Except for the still deafening dance music, all other sounds paused for an instant.
Then, several people cried out.
"He killed Alexander!"
"Alexander is dead!"
"Get rid of him!"
This is the cry of those onlookers.
"Ah~" This is the scream of the model.
Vanessa's three girlfriends were silent, they just backed away slowly, away from here.
The British-style African-American accent sounded again: "I only want to trouble Alexander. Don't mess with me, because I have a very bad temper and will kill when I get angry."
In the audience, a voice suddenly said in surprise: "Are you... a Sunwalker?!"
As soon as these words came out, the surrounding crowd suddenly retreated in unison.
Many people have mixed expressions of shock and anger, but there is more fear in them, as if they have met a natural enemy.
Luke looked around, stunned: What the hell, what Sunwalker? I'll just say a few words casually, you guys should hurry up, why hide!
Fortunately, these people did not intend to let him go.
After retreating some distance, the people around gradually gathered around him and walked slowly around him, like a pack of wolves looking for an opportunity to attack.
Luke breathed a sigh of relief: Finally, he didn't set himself up! It seems that it is better to do things simply.
When his heart moved, he pulled out his right hand backhand, and the long knife behind his back was unsheathed. The silver blade shone under the lights of the dance floor, scaring the surrounding people into commotion again.
Looking at the people surrounding him, Luke became more and more surprised: Why do they seem to be scared away? This situation is not right!
But the long knife in his hand did not hesitate, and with a flash of silver light, it slashed at a man a few meters away.
At the same time as the long knife was slashing out, his figure rushed forward and came to the man in an instant.
Pooh!
The man just raised his hand in horror, and a silver light flashed across his neck, a head flew up, and a column of blood spurted out from his neck.
Luke's figure was already far away, and the long knife that was cut down came up against the trend.
Pooh!
A woman who bent forward slightly, her claws spread wide, and made an aggressive posture paused, and then her head fell off.
Several people around the dance floor shouted.
"It's him! It's him!"
"He's a Sunwalker!"
"He's the blade!"
At this moment, the door of the bar slammed loudly, and two doors were kicked and flew in.
A black figure walked in, scanned the field, and grinned to reveal the only white part: "Who is calling me?"
A bunch of people on the dance floor were stunned.
Even Luke, who had just killed two people, stopped and looked at the person coming at the door with great interest.
There was another moment of silence in the air.
The heads of a group of people are almost the same. They first glance at the person coming at the door, and then at Luke on the dance floor.
Some diligent people even looked back and forth two or three times in one second.
Luke and the visitor also met their eyes.
On the dance floor, sparks exploded from the bodies and heads of the two men and women whose heads he had just beheaded, and then disappeared.
Luke tilted his head and looked at the person coming: "Sunwalker? Or Blade?"
The visitor: "It's all. Who are you?"
Luke pondered for a moment, then said, "An enthusiastic crowd against racial discrimination?"
visitor: ...
Four models:…
Everyone in the bar: …
"Kill them, they are in the same group." Finally someone in the bar spoke up.
Luke looked sideways: You seem to be sprinkled!
Although both he and the daywalker who just arrived were carrying guns and a long knife, one was dressed in black and the other was gray and black, but they were obviously in two styles, okay
At least he is not an African chieftain!
But the people in the bar didn't think so much, someone gave an order, and everyone started to move.
Many people pointed guns at the two of them.
Luke and the visitor raised their guns almost at the same time.
Clap clap!
The gangsters who raised their guns were killed immediately.
These are normal humans, but the people who escort the vampires here are not good people.
Luke's target was almost always shot in the head, and most of the targets who came were shot to death.
To get rid of the gunmen, the two seemed to have a tacit understanding, and they used the center line of the dance floor as the boundary to kill from left to right.
The movements of the two are also very similar, they both thrust their guns back and swung their long knives.
Amidst the strong music on the dance floor, the two stepped on the rhythm, flying long knives in their hands, and slashed at a person who rushed forward.
Most of these people who rushed forward were killed and dissipated into sparks and ashes, and a few left their bodies.
In less than a minute, the two stood facing each other again.
This time, they were separated on the left and right sides of the dance floor, leaving only the corpses of more than 20 human bandits on the dance floor.
The visitor pinched a man's neck and looked at the long knife in Luke's hand: "Your weapon is not good."
As he said that, he stabbed his knife into the back of the person he was pinching, and the long knife passed through the body.
The man screamed and turned into a burst of sparks.
"You need to use silver weapons, or concentrated garlic essence and ultraviolet rays, to effectively kill them." The visitor withdrew his empty left hand, swung a long knife in his right hand, and inserted the knife back into the scabbard behind him.
Luke raised his eyebrows: "Thank you for reminding me, I will pay attention next time."
The visitor grinned: "Next time?"
Luke also danced a sword flower in his hand, and the long sword was sheathed, and the movement was almost the same as that of the visitor: "They messed with me."
The visitor was silent for a moment: "Don't be bitten by them, or I will kill you together."
With that said, he waved his hand, turned around and left.
The black windbreaker fluttered up with his movements, revealing the dark red lining inside, like blood.
Luke watched him leave helplessly: Hey, you are too pretentious! Why do I have to wash the floor every time