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Night falls.

A cocktail party was being held in a manor on the outskirts of Bacheng.

Around the swimming pool, gentlemen in suits and ties and sexy women in evening gowns gathered in groups, drinking, talking and laughing.

There was an old man and a handsome young man standing on the second floor terrace of the villa.

The young man whispered: "Dear Mr. Howard, Mr. Chen is still alive. What should we do next?"

The old man frowned and shook the crystal goblet gently. The scarlet liquid in the glass rippled, exuding not the aroma of wine, but the smell of blood.

The handsome young man smelled the smell of blood and couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

The old man raised his wine glass, took a sip of the red liquid in the glass, closed his eyes with enjoyment, and said: "Tell Chen Hao that if he dares to attack any member of the Saint Clan, the Saint Clan will use any means to retaliate, including attacking his family and women. , friends, subordinates.”

"Kill to stop killing..."

The young man murmured, then nodded, and was about to turn around and leave, when a sudden and shrill scream came into the manor.

The old man and the young man were stunned for a moment.

Hundreds of glamorous men and women around the swimming pool stared in surprise.

Not long after, more than a dozen men in black who were guarding the manor retreated again and again, approaching the swimming pool. However, they faced only one person, Chen Hao.

The corners of Chen Hao's windbreaker were fluttering in the wind. He put one hand in his trouser pocket and dragged a man in black with the other like a dog.

At the same time, dozens of black shadows approached Chen Hao from all directions at extremely fast speeds, like phantoms.

"Chen Hao..."

The young man recognized the uninvited guest and his expression suddenly changed.

The old man also looked a little solemn.

The manor is located deep in the forest with many traps and hidden sentries. It is difficult for even him to sneak into the manor without being discovered.

"who are you?!"

By the swimming pool, a handsome middle-aged man in a tuxedo stared at Chen Hao and asked.

Chen Hao glanced at the handsome middle-aged man casually, and exerted force with his right hand, causing the head of the man in black he was dragging to explode.

Onlookers were either surprised or angry.

"I, Chen Hao."

Chen Hao announced his name, took out a tissue from his trouser pocket, and slowly wiped away a trace of blood on his hands.

Chen Hao?

Some men and women are confused.

There were also some men and women whose faces changed drastically.

The old man and young man standing on the terrace on the second floor of the villa looked at each other, but they didn't expect Chen Hao to arrive so quickly.

The manor guards surrounded Chen Hao, gnashing their teeth, but no one took action rashly.

After the old man and the young man looked at each other, his eyes fell on Chen Hao and said coldly: "You broke in here and it seems that you are determined to be the enemy of the entire Saint Clan."

"I'm afraid only elites like you are left in the entire Saint Clan. If you die, the so-called Saint Clan will basically be destroyed."

Chen Hao responded to the old man casually, looking at hundreds of well-dressed men and women.

The old man frowned.

"Submit or perish, you choose for yourself." Before Chen Hao finished speaking, the handsome middle-aged man in a tuxedo became furious.

He is the new leader of the Sunwalkers, Michaels.

Sunwalkers refer to powerful people who can appear openly and perform tasks everywhere. Except for senior leaders and Sunwalkers, other members of the Saint Clan must strictly abide by the rules of escaping from the world and avoid contact with ordinary people as much as possible.

The leader of a strong man is naturally arrogant.

Chen Hao, he has heard of it.

Seeing is believing, he sneered at some of the legends about Chen Hao, and the strong men in the Saint Clan who truly understood Chen Hao's strength, except for Nasha, were all dead.

"you wanna die!"

As Mike spoke, he entered Chen Hao as quickly as a ghost, and his right hand was like a steel claw, grabbing at the vital part of Chen Hao's heart.

Pong!

The five fingers of Michael's right hand poked Chen Hao's heart, like an ordinary person's hand poking a hard wooden stake.

Chen Hao remained motionless and stared at Michaelis coldly.

Michaels looked shocked.

"That's it?"

Chen Hao's momentum burst out before he finished speaking.

Michael's hair stood on end, he concluded that danger was coming, and retreated hurriedly.

boom!

A loud bang.

The air around Chen Hao seemed to explode, overturning the turf.

Mud and broken grass were flying.

Michael's right arm was shattered in an instant, and he vomited blood and flew over twenty meters. He fell into the swimming pool, and a trace of blood spread in the clear water.

Others were stunned.

"Saint clan..."

Chen Hao slowly shook his head.

More than a hundred saint clan elites dared not speak out in anger, let alone act rashly.

Chen Hao moved forward step by step.

The manor guards and saint elites who faced Chen Hao kept retreating.

On the terrace on the second floor of the villa, the old man holding a crystal goblet looked ugly. He gritted his teeth, jumped up, and almost disappeared into thin air.

The next second, the old man stood in front of Chen Hao, still holding the goblet, and drank up the red liquid that smelled of blood in the cup.

Blood!

Chen Hao was sure what the old man was drinking and was not surprised at all.

The saints are bloodthirsty.

Nasha told him this secret five years ago.

The Saints, who control huge resources through the GJ Council, have many secret channels and ways to obtain blood.

They don't have to hurt or kill anyone to do it.

So Chen Hao decided to conquer them rather than destroy them.

In Chen Hao's view, the title "blood clan" is more suitable for these glamorous men and women in front of him.

Vampires, vampires, Chen Hao has seen many movies, TV series, and novels related to this in his previous life.

Before meeting Nasha, he never thought that he would meet a real vampire.

So much so that he once doubted that this world was still not the world before he was reborn.

In the end, he believed that the level he was in in his previous life was too low and too weak to be able to contact the magical side of this world.

However, the Saint Clan is somewhat different from the Vampire Clan in movies, TV series, and novels.

If exposed to the sun for a long time, they will not die, but will only become weak and bloodthirsty.

Species with strong bloodline or unique genes.

Chen Hao's definition of the Saint Race even believes that they are a branch of human beings that have undergone a series of special evolutions.

The members of the Holy Clan have strong bloodlines, but it is difficult to find descendants.

Chen Hao thought of Liu Mengmeng.

To be chosen by the Saint Clan, her physique is absolutely special. Unfortunately, she was too self-righteous and made one mistake after another, which cost her her life.

Snapped!

The goblet in the old man's hand burst into pieces, his eyes became scarlet and scary, and he said to Chen Hao: "Aren't you afraid of our retaliation and harming your family, friends, and subordinates if you mess around here tonight?"

"You can try it."

Chen Hao stared at the old man with a half-smile.

The old man did not show weakness and looked at Chen Hao.

The others looked at the two of them with fear.

After a while, the old man became timid and said, "Can you give us three days to consider and discuss it?"

"Three days..."

Chen Hao smiled, nodded and said: "Then I will give you three days, but I remind you that this place has been closely monitored by my people using various means. If anyone tries to escape within three days, this place will be devastated. "

The old man's expression changed, he was silent for a few seconds, and nodded helplessly.