Unwilling to back down, Wolfric stepped forward and met the two vampires in battle.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
As soon as both parties came face to face, fierce combat ensued.
The relentless exchange of blows resulted in a series of deafening booms as the tables, chairs, and the like in the office shattered.
In the beginning, Wolfric could still match the two vampire marquises.
As time ticked by, however, he gradually started losing momentum.
Bam!
In a moment of inattention, he took a punch from Shimon.
Despite being a super-soldier with extraordinarily powerful physiques, he still grunted in pain from the blow, and blood trickled out the corner of his mouth.
On the heels of that, the figure in front of him blurred.
In the next heartbeat, Eva appeared in front of Wolfric and swung her leg at his head at lightning speed.
Bam!
Feeling as though he had been hit by a sledgehammer, Wolfric went flying backward diagonally. With a loud bang, he hit the wall and created a massive dent before falling heavily onto the ground.
He propped his hands on the ground to struggle back to his feet, but unbidden, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Wael scoffed, “Haha, there's nothing impressive about the God of War of Ariarica, after all! You're still far from matching my brother!”
Meanwhile, Shimon and Eva walked toward Wolfric in concert, their faces devoid of expression.
By then, their fangs had silently popped out.
It was clear as day that they planned on biting Wolfric and infusing him with the vampires' ancestral blood, forcibly turning him into a vampire.
Heavily injured, Wolfric was deathly pale. He could only watch the two vampires stalk increasingly closer to him, powerless to resist. A sense of despair inexorably deluged him.
At that precise moment, someone casually pushed open the office door that had splintered during the fight from the outside.
Wael and the others gaped at Nathan with shock and terror written all over their faces.
They knew all too well the significance of the man having barged in without any alarms blaring.
But there are a thousand armed forces standing guard outside. How did they get in without causing any commotion?
When Nathan noticed everyone looking at him, he snagged a damaged chair at the side over and sat down. Taking out a packet of cigarettes, he lit one and took a puff. He then flashed Wael and the others a smile before he pointed at Wolfric a near distance away.
“I don't really know him, so carry on.”
Wolfric's face went as black as thunder. If he were not severely injured right then, he would likely shoot to his feet and curse the man out.
A bodyguard whispered in Wael's ear, “Things don't look right, Mr. Wael. Why don't we escort you out from the secret passage first?”
Nodding, Wael made to leave through the secret door with his bodyguards.
Before doing so, he ordered Shimon and Eva beside him, “I'll be leaving these uninvited guests here in your hands.”
Shimon and Eva exchanged a glance. Without a word, they started toward Nathan with murderous intent radiating off them.
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