Just as Song Fan asked-

The door was suddenly pushed open.

Count Dybala, walked in from the outside.

"Wang, you call me?"

As soon as Count Dybala walked in, he was stunned.

Because he noticed a figure that shouldn't have been here.

"Song Fan!Why are you here!?"

Count Dybala, surprised.

Although he had already heard that a group of people from the east had come to trouble him.

But what kind of place is the city that never sleeps, there should be someone who can solve these problems without waiting for himself to come forward.

But Count Dybala, he never expected that Song Fan would appear in the conference room safe and sound!

What kind of place is this-

Only the head of the blood clan can appear in the conference room.

This guy is sitting there in a grand manner!

There is no one who has raised their voices to disagree!?

"Dybala. Apologize to Mr. Song!" The masked man said in a deep voice, "Apologize for what you did last time!"

As soon as these words came out, Count Dybala was stunned.

"Wang ...... What do you say!?"

"I-apologize to this kid!?"

Count Dybala, though, didn't know what had happened before. But it seems that you can guess it!

Song Fan was able to do this, obviously it would not be normal.

In this way, everyone present has a fear or jealousy of this person!?

No way!

Count Dybala denied such thoughts.

Even if everyone else is afraid of that kid.

The king of the blood clan, how could he be afraid of a mere Oriental boy?

Just when Count Dybala, in shock.

The Night Sword in Song Fan's hand suddenly lit up!

"I don't need your apology!"

Song Fan traveled thousands of miles and rushed here. It's not a useless apology!

"I just need your blood to pay for it!"

Swish!!!

As soon as the words fell!

The Night Sword had already pierced Count Dybala's chest.

Bang!!!

Count Dybala's body exploded suddenly.

Once again, it turned into a mist of blood, filling the air.

This is one of his abilities for self-preservation.

"What the hell is going on!?"

Dybala's voice, from the air, came again.

"You're not going to help me!? Do you want to watch me get killed by that kid?"

Count Dybala was anxious and annoyed, and did not know what was going on!

"This is a misfortune of your own accord. We've also lost Sammy for this!How can you let us help you!?" said the masked man coldly.

"Sammy!?" Upon hearing this, Count Dybala was shocked again. "Sammy was ...... by that kid"

Before he could finish speaking, Count Dybala noticed the head on the conference table!

In fact, from the moment he entered, Count Dybala, he noticed the head.

I just didn't expect that it would be Sammy's head!

Count Dybala couldn't help but gasp.

You must know that the strength of Count Dybala is on par with Count Sammy.

Sammy died at the hands of that boy.

So—

I'm afraid that I will be more than lucky!

After all, the current Count Dybala is still in the recovery period.

Last time, he was seriously injured by Song Fan and has not fully recovered.

Count Dybala, originally had no fear. I feel that there are so many strong friends here. Naturally, I have peace of mind.

But I never thought that-

At this time, Count Dybala had a kind of heartache of being abandoned.

'Bloodline...... Are you going to give up on yourself?'

Count Dybala, unwilling to believe, this cruel truth.

Bang!!!

It's too late, it's too soon!

Just as Count Dybala, distracted.

The sword aura in the sky shrouded every drop of blood mist.

Crush it and crush it.

Everywhere in Dybala's doppelganger was destroyed.

"——!!!No," said Count Dybala, roaring angrily.

He is unwilling, he resents.

But more than that, it's the fear of death!

This conference room is made of special materials.

The isolation effect is excellent.

Once the outside door is closed.

It's like opening up a small space, a small world. Everything from the outside world is disconnected.

So much so, Count Dybala, the pervasive blood mist, had no way to escape.

Under normal circumstances, Count Dybala, even if he can't fight Song Fan, can escape through tens of millions of incarnations.

But in the city that never sleeps, in this airtight building.

But it became an obstacle for Count Dybala.

By mistake, Song Fan benefited from this!

"Ahh!!h

However, the masked man at the head was unmoved. As if he didn't know the person who was killed!

And the high-ranking people of the other blood clans had a sense of sadness for the death of a rabbit and a fox.

Seeing that Dybala was killed on the spot, he had the heart to save him, but on the one hand, he was a little powerless, and on the other hand, he didn't dare to instigate.

'Count Dybala, it's planted today!' the crowd shook their heads. And don't overdo it.

Bang!!!

When the last drop of blood mist was penetrated by Song Fan's sword qi and completely crushed-

The breath of Count Dybala was completely gone.

This means that he has been completely wiped out by Song Fan from this world!

At the scene, there was a burst of exclamations one after another!

The high-ranking members of the blood clan looked at each other, their faces pale.

"Mr. Song, is this satisfying?" The masked man remained indifferent.

It wasn't until Song Fan completely killed Count Dybala that he spoke.

stabbed the enemy, but Song Fan had a sense of emptiness.

Everything went well.

But speaking of which, whether it is Song Fan or Fan Yong, they all feel that this is inevitably too smooth!

I couldn't even believe it.

"You haven't answered my question yet!"

Song Fan brought up the old matter again. Follow-up asked, if Shen Zihan was infected with blood.

"There have been infected people who have used exchange transfusion. The masked man spoke, continuing. "But I'm afraid it won't work well. Exchange blood may be able to solve the problem for a while, but over time, the infected blood will still resurface!"

Song Fan frowned and asked, "Then there is no way?"

"At this stage, there really is no way. Our blood, which is relatively unique, cannot be completely isolated. Unless, even the whole body, is replaced. ”

"It's easy to change blood, but it's easy to change body, I'm afraid no one can do it except God!"

Seeing this, Song Fan was very disappointed.

Slowly getting up, Song Fan and his party of three said goodbye and left.

"Light!" the masked man nodded, not stopping or showing any malice.

When Song Fan and the three of them, after leaving the conference room.

Suddenly, all the people of the blood clan exploded!

"King, do you just watch as Count Dybala is slain by that kid?"

"I'm so disappointed in you, King!"

Everyone questioned what the masked man had just done.

"Count Dybala, naturally he won't die in vain!" the masked man smiled grimly. "I have already figured out the number and strength of that Song Fan!"

"And that new female vampire next to him!"

"Night is coming—next, it's our time!"