“Eh?”
Hearing this, Chris was momentarily stunned.
Lightning, the dignified chief inspector of the East Coast Police Department, being hunted down? Was this some kind of joke?
Chris looked up and saw several cars approaching in the distance.
“Get out, I’ll drive!” Chris said to Lightning.
Without hesitation, Lightning slid into the passenger seat.
As Chris took the driver’s seat, he asked curiously, “Lightning, you’re the chief inspector of the East Coast Police Department. Why would anyone want to kill you?”
Lightning’s face turned awkward. Being a chief inspector and getting hunted down was indeed a humiliating situation.
“Mr. Shelby, it’s a long story. Let’s just keep moving for now!” Lightning replied hastily.
Suddenly, the cars behind them caught up.
Lightning noticed something strange-Chris’s hands weren’t on the steering wheel.
“Mr. Shelby, where are your hands?” Lightning exclaimed in shock as he glanced at Chris.
Chris replied calmly, “Don’t overreact. I may not have hands, but that doesn’t affect my driving.”
“I… I…” Lightning was at a loss for words.
To him, Chris wasn’t just anyone-he was the King of the East Coast, Amerosia’s Primus. Yet, here he was, without arms. What on earth had happened to him?
Lightning recovered quickly and asked, still startled, “Mr. Shelby, without hands, how are you driving?”
With a thunderous roar, the car sped off.
Lightning suddenly regretted letting Chris take the wheel.
Chris chuckled. “Never seen a disabled person drive before?”
Lightning was speechless. He truly had never seen a man without arms driving a car.
“Mr. Shelby, stop joking around-” Lightning began, but before he could finish, he noticed the steering wheel turning on its own.
Lightning was dumbfounded. Was he seeing things?
Behind them, the cars continued their relentless pursuit, and the two sides were locked in a high-speed chase on the highway.
Fortunately, the police car was an automatic. If it had been manual, they would’ve been in trouble-Chris’s current soul power wasn’t enough to manage both steering and shifting gears at the same time.
Chris maneuvered the car through several sharp turns with ease.
Lightning was utterly shocked. If it were a normal driver, this might have been expected, but for someone without hands to drive like this? It was unbelievable.
He looked at Chris like he was staring at a monster.
Finally, Lightning couldn’t help but ask, “Mr. Shelby, are you even human?”
As a chief inspector, Lightning had seen many bizarre things. Anyone else might have already been screaming in terror.
Suddenly, the car shook violently.
Lightning turned to see one of the pursuing cars ramming into them.
Chris let out a sigh.
Though he was using soul power to control the steering wheel, it still wasn’t as convenient as using actual hands.
Seeing no other choice, Chris pulled the car over to the side of the road.
As soon as the car stopped, several vehicles surrounded them.
From the cars emerged over a dozen men in black suits, all wearing dark sunglasses. Their foreign features made it clear they were not locals.
Chris stepped out of the vehicle, his face calm. “Who are you?”
“We’re here to kill you,” one of the men replied.
As soon as the words left his mouth, the men in suits drew their weapons and aimed them at Chris.
Lightning stepped forward. “I’m the one you’re after. He has nothing to do with this!”
“Enough talk. Both of you are dying today!”
The man raised his weapon, ready to fire.
Suddenly, a scream pierced the air. The gun fell from his hand, and he clutched his arm in pain.
“Kill him!” another man shouted.
The others opened fire instantly.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bullets tore through the air, but as they approached Chris, something strange happened-they stopped in midair, as if hitting an invisible barrier, and then dropped harmlessly to the ground.
The men in suits froze, stunned by what they had just witnessed.
Before they could react, Chris dashed forward.
His speed was incredible, too fast for them to respond.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
In a series of brutal blows, the men in suits collapsed to the ground.
But just as they fell, something horrifying occurred.
The men let out bestial roars, their eyes turning blood-red. Fangs protruded from their mouths, long and sharp like those of a predator.
Chris frowned. “Blood Clan? Vampires?”
Their appearance reminded him of the vampires from movies.
The Blood Clan, as they were called, were a dark race that survived by feeding on human blood.
Chris’s curiosity was piqued. Vampires were supposed to be fictional creatures. Why were they here, on the East Coast?
But there was no time to ponder. Chris summoned his weapon, the Dragon Slayer.
With a swift motion, the blade slashed through the air.
Heads rolled as the vampires fell one after another.
Within moments, the dozen vampires lay lifeless in pools of blood.
Chris turned to Lightning. “Now, tell me. What’s going on? Why are there vampires on the East Coast?”
Lightning sighed deeply. “Mr. Shelby, here’s what happened…”
He explained that several bizarre murders had recently occurred on the East Coast. The victims had all been drained of their blood, leaving the city in a state of panic.
As the chief inspector, Lightning decided to investigate personally. His inquiries led him to suspect these foreigners, but before he could gather enough evidence, they discovered him.
With no other choice, Lightning fled. Luckily, he encountered Chris during his escape. Otherwise, he would have been dead by now.
After hearing Lightning’s account, Chris’s expression darkened.
The Blood Clan was a shadowy race that thrived in darkness. For them to show up in Amerosia meant something far from ordinary was happening.