Luke's keen eye could notice that everyone's attention was on the four tall figures in the center of the dance floor.

Even when they talked to each other, their eyes did not take their eyes off them.

It wasn't until Luke's appearance that it attracted the attention of some people.

Luke didn't pay attention to these people, and walked steadily forward, walking to a table next to the dance floor: "Alexander, it's time for us to settle the score." ”

Alexander, who was sitting on the edge of the semi-circular sofa at the table, had a strange face: "You...... Who is it? ”

Luke laughed, this time with an African accent with a British accent: "You guy, you dare not sell me a suit!" Do I really scarce that you have torn the tailor's clothes? Die, bastard! ”

As he spoke, he pulled his left hand between his legs, and when he raised it, it was a shot.

Syllable!

Alexander didn't react, a bullet hole appeared in the middle of his head, and he collapsed on the couch.

And almost at the same time as Luke drew his gun, a figure pounced from Alexander's side.

Boom!

With a dull sound, the figure was kicked by Luke and flew back to the couch, clutching his face that had suddenly flattened a lot, and screaming in pain.

There was suddenly a bit of silence around.

Except for the still deafening sound of dance music, all other sounds were paused for a moment.

Then a number of people cried out.

"He killed Alexander!"

"Alexander is dead!"

"Kill him!"

It was the shouts of the onlookers.

"Ah~~~" This is the scream of the model.

Vanessa's three best friends remained silent, just slowly retreating away from this side.

The British-flavored African-American accent sounded again: "I'm only looking for trouble with Alexander." Don't mess with me, for I have a bad temper and will kill when I am angry. ”

In the audience, a voice suddenly spoke in disbelief: "Are you ...... Daywalker?! ”

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding crowd suddenly retreated in unison.

Many people are frightened and angry, but there is more fear in it, as if they have met a natural enemy.

Luke looked around and was stunned: what the hell, what daywalkers? I'll just casually flicker, you guys are on it, what are you hiding!

Fortunately, these people had no intention of letting him go.

After retreating some distance, the people around him gradually gathered around him, and walked slowly around him, like wolves looking for an opportunity to attack.

Luke breathed a sigh of relief: he finally didn't put himself on it! It seems that it is better to do things simply.

In his heart, he pulled out his right hand backhand, the long knife behind his back was unsheathed, and the silver blade flickered under the lights on the dance floor, which frightened the people around him into a commotion.

Looking at the people surrounding him, Luke became more and more strange: why did they seem to be scared away? That's not right, isn't it?

But the long knife in his hand did not hesitate, and with a flash of silver light, it slashed at a man a few meters away.

At the same time as the long knife slashed out, his figure followed the rapid forward, and instantly came to the man.

Poof!

The man just raised his hand in horror, and the silver light flashed diagonally through his neck, and a head flew up, and a column of blood spurted out of his neck.

Luke's figure was long gone, and the long knife he had chopped down was swept upward.

Poof!

A woman leaning forward slightly, her claws wide open, made an offensive gesture paused, and then her head fell off.

Several people around the dance floor shouted.

"It's him! That's him! ”

"He's a Daywalker!"

"He's Blade!"

At that moment, there was a loud bang on the door of the bar, and two doors were kicked in.

A swarthy figure walked in, scanned the field, and grinned to reveal the only white part: "Who's calling me?" ”

A bunch of people on the dance floor were stunned.

Even Luke, who had just killed the two men, stopped and looked at the visitor at the door with interest.

There was silence in the air again for a moment.

The heads of a bunch of people were almost all in the same vein—first at the door, then at Luke on the dance floor.

There are a few diligent people who even watch back and forth two or three times in a second.

Luke and the visitor also looked at each other.

On the dance floor, the bodies and heads of the two men and women who had just been beheaded by him exploded into a spark and disappeared.

Luke tilted his head and looked at the visitor, "Daywalker? Or is it a blade? ”

Visitor: "Both." Who are you? ”

Luke pondered for a moment and spoke, "A zealous crowd against racism? ”

Come:......

Four models: ......

Bar Crowd: ......

"Kill them, they're in a gang." Finally there was a cry in the bar.

Luke sideways: You don't seem to be sprinkling!

Although he and the newcomer were both armed with guns, a long knife, and one black and one gray-black, they were obviously two styles!

At least he's not a non-chief!

But the people in the bar didn't think so much, someone gave an order, and everyone moved.

Quite a few people pointed guns at the two of them.

Luke and the man raised their guns almost at the same time.

Bang Bang Bang!

Several of the bandits who raised their guns were killed immediately.

These are normal humans, but the ones who escort vampires here are not good people either.

Almost all of Luke's targets were headshots, and most of the targets were killed by indiscriminate gunfire.

After dealing with the gunmen, the two seemed to have a good heart, and took the center line of the dance floor as the boundary, killing both sides left and right.

The movements of the two are also extremely similar, both guns are inserted back, and long knives are raised.

Amid the intense music on the dance floor, the two stepped on the rhythm, long knives flying in their hands, slashing at a person who pounced.

Most of those who rushed forward were killed and turned into sparks and ashes, leaving behind a few corpses.

In less than a minute, the two stood opposite each other again.

This time, they were on the left and right of the dance floor, and there were only about twenty corpses of human bandits left on the dance floor.

The person who came pinched a person's neck in his hand and looked at the long knife in Luke's hand: "Your weapon is not good." ”

As he spoke, he plunged a knife into the back of the heart of the person he pinched, and the long knife passed through his body.

The man screamed and exploded into a spark.

"You need to use silver weapons, or concentrate garlic essence and ultraviolet rays, to effectively kill them." The visitor withdrew his empty left hand, and the long knife in his right hand danced a knife flower, and inserted the knife back into the scabbard behind his back.

Luke raised an eyebrow: "Thanks for the reminder, I'll pay attention next time." ”

The person who came grinned: "Next time?" ”

Luke also danced a knife flower in his hand, and the long knife was returned to its sheath, and the movement was almost the same as that of the person who came: "They provoked me." ”

The visitor was silent for a moment: "Don't be bitten by them, or I will kill you together." ”

As he spoke, he waved his hand, turned and left.

The black trench coat fluttered with his movements, revealing a dark red lining inside, like blood.

Luke watched him leave helplessly: Hey, you're too pretending! Why do you have to come and wash the floor every time?