As the second most powerful vampire force in New York, Fisch is the second most powerful among the pure-blooded elders. It is naturally very early to learn about these "blood hunters".

The news about the man who could transform into a brown bear and the Asian woman who could perform magic made him feel even more uneasy. He expected that he would quickly issue a "warning order" to vampires in the city, and began to shrink the power of those underground dance halls, and countless vampires thugs took guns and began to be alert.

...

At the entrance of an underground dance hall, several high-end cars stopped. Some beautiful black-clothed blood tribes came out of the car one after another. There were obviously many guns and ammunition hidden under their bulging coats.

After saying a few words to the two thugs at the door, the more than ten people quickly flocked to the dance hall.

And what they didn't notice was... In the darkness above their heads, a bat was silently watching all this.

If the raid was just now, Zhang Wang was 80% sure to kill all these vampires that were only equivalent to low-level blood clans.

But after carefully measuring the pros and cons, Zhang Wang no longer had the idea of ​​being the one who stood out at this time!

Killing an ordinary vampire only has 50 gods coins.

If you had just taken action, you might have to face more than a dozen guns! With such a fierce battle and the possibility of being hit on the head and being killed directly, Zhang Wangke was unwilling to take this risk.

On the contrary... In this world, even if you have 10 days of survival, you can still get 1,000 god coins.

This is equivalent to the harvest of killing 20 vampires.

And... who said that you will stay honestly in the past ten days? The industry of these blood clan Presbyterians is hard bone... Are those ordinary blood clans still hard bones?

If you were to idling around the remote alleys of New York City for a few times at this time, it would be no problem to find one or two lonely vampires in one night.

In this way, if there is no unexpected gain, you can get about 1,000 god coins in the case of 10 days.

The Gods Space is not an elite training space that desperately stimulates people's evolution. If you don't enter, you will die, and if you don't advance, you will die.

Although Zhang Wang didn't know what the "gods" who created this space wanted at this time.

But the experience of the eight missions so far has allowed him to roughly understand many of the rules of this God-space mission - for example, in most tasks, the God-space gives the God-Selected Person a flexible choice.

Just like the world of "Blade Warrior" today.

Except for being tricked by the identity of the "Vampire Hunter", everyone can choose two ways to spend this mission.

First, find a place to hide, not to mention those seniors with strong strength. Even some more alert and smart newcomers can complete it.

In most cases, the Gods Space will not make any strange plot changes to make people ‘evolve’.

The second is to face Fis like the Blade Warrior. Or prepare to fight Fis with the Blade in the altar transformed by the Blood God ceremony with Fis. Or simply go and deal with him while Fis has not yet been transformed into the Blood God!

Anyway, both the blood-deified Fisch and the ordinary Fisch have 2,000 god coins to get.

This is 40 times that of an ordinary vampire!

but……

Zhang Wang did not choose either route to complete the task.

In his heart, he had already drawn up a "route" that suited him shortly after entering the Blade Warrior.

...

Sichuan Palace.

Underneath the name is an inconspicuous small Chinese restaurant living in a dilapidated city.

Although time is the time for American friends to have a party and have dinner, the business in Sichuan Palace is not good and is even a little deserted.

Squeak-!

The gate of Sichuan Palace was pushed open, and the waiter who was resting against the door post cheered up: "Welcome~~" at the same time, looking at the financial owner who entered the hotel.

He is an Asian young man, the smile on the waiter's face suddenly dropped by 30%.

It’s not that he discriminates against Asians, he is also a Chinese. But based on his experience, Asians...even native Americans have a low chance of tipping.

Moreover, he has never seen some of the clothes on this young man. It is very likely that they are popular in other countries, right?

Although it is likely that there is no tip or only a small tip, for an international student like him who is in financial difficulties, this job that a Sichuan fellow villager asked someone to find should not be careless.

He cheered up and enthusiastically led the young man to a relatively close table in the hall in English with a Sichuan accent, and handed the menu.

"Kung Pao chicken, boiled fish... and another honey pork chop and a bowl of rice." Zhang Wang glanced at the menu and said.

"Sir, don't you bring some drinks?" the waiter asked habitually.

"Haha, I'm used to drinking after a meal." Zhang Wang smiled, revealing a row of white teeth.

Because of the lack of customers, the efficiency of Sichuan Palace Back Kitchen is naturally extremely high. In a short while, the steaming food was brought up.

As a vampire, Zhang Wang's requirements for food are almost gone.

In fact, as long as there is blood, it can provide him with all the nutrition.

But as he has just changed his role, he still cares about the delicious food.

If you really give up all kinds of delicious food today because the body does not need it, and tomorrow you will not care about warmth and coldness because of your own evolution...

Then maybe in the near future, I will gradually become an inhuman monster.

Although living is not for enjoyment.

But living without enjoyment is too boring, right?

This is Zhang Wang’s idea.

So, whether it is out of a preference for delicious food, living is a preservation of past habits. Zhang Wang always takes some time to eat.

Zhang Wang had a very slow meal. As time went by, the few customers in the Sichuan Palace gradually checked out and left. Just when the cashier in the Sichuan Palace was worried that this kid would be a smuggler who came to eat the King's meal, Zhang Wang waved: "There are no other customers, right? I want to talk to Mr. Song."

"Do you know our boss?"

"That's right. Tell him, I'm a doctor." Zhang Wang smiled - of course he didn't choose to come to a small restaurant like Sichuan Palace for no reason to have a meal!

But before he came, he had already obtained some information about Chinese Americans through some channels.

Among them, information about Boss Song of the Sichuan Palace attracted Zhang Wang's attention.

Boss Song is a generation of immigrants. After immigrating, he once opened a martial arts school to teach his apprenticeship. His fierce and violent Bajiquan made Boss Song's reputation gradually rise.

His apprentices gradually increased.

But the good times didn't last long.

Because he offended the American gangster who had been collecting protection fees on the edge of Chinatown for a long time, a bullet hit Boss Song's lumbar spine in an attack.

From then on, the famous Baji Song became the "paraly Song" in Chinatown.

Because of his straightforward and irritable personality, Baji Song has never had many friends. In this paralysis, those unreliable people scattered directly.

If Baji Song's two daughters had not worked hard to manage the Sichuan Palace, Baji Song might have fallen to the streets to get relief funds to make a living!
Chapter completed!