Midnight, Yin Shi.
The tired city was shrouded in blood-colored moonlight, and the dimming of street lights made people particularly drowsy.
For most people, they have been sleeping soundly for a long time, but for a small group of people, the blood moon shining brightly in the early morning is a signal for them to have a wanton carnival!
They use alcohol to vent, they use alcohol to go crazy, they use alcohol to anesthetize, and they use alcohol to forget!
And the late-night tavern, hidden in a dark corner where even the moonlight doesn't shine, is where these drunkards are received.
Is there no silk and bamboo in the middle of the night? Is there no meat and wine in the tavern? ! Late-night pubs understand the needs of these late-night customers very well:
Explosive!
Stimulate!
The smell of hookah and alcohol is inhaled in the lungs, the beat of the bard's silk and bamboo orchestra is lingering in the ears, and the dancers of all races are twisting gracefully on the stage in the eyes. How can it not be exciting? ? ! How could it not be exciting? !
The pulsation of the heartbeat roared in the blood vessels, the greasy sweat kept dilating the pores, the pupils kept enlarging and shrinking as the curve danced up and down, and the increasingly heavy and excited snoring was the response of the males in the audience to those on the stage. The highest compliment from dancers!
However, beside those drunken dance floors, there was an extremely burly tauren. He just sat quietly on the bar, pouring strong drinks into his mouth, his eyes full of depression. and annoyance, as if the colorful lights on the stage were not worth paying attention to!
"Boss, give me another bottle of Devil's Ice Tea!"
"Okay, Mr. Inspector! You are extra generous today!"
"Don't call me patrol, you idiot! I don't want you to ruin my rare rest time!"
"At your command, Lord Karistan!"
The tauren patrolman Karistan in front of him is a regular customer. The tavern owner naturally knows him, so he does not dare to delay in serving the wine. At the same time, the tavern owner also prays from the bottom of his heart for this troublesome master. Finish your drink quickly, lest other blind customers provoke this powerful patrolman.
There is a saying that Karistan is indeed a rare good patrolman. Under his protection, the crime rate in this neighborhood has been significantly reduced. However, the tavern owner knows very well that this is a tavern and the customers here are a mixed bag. He I don’t want any stupid fool to be suddenly picked up by Karistan and taught a lesson!
Tons tons tons tons...
Karistan didn't care what the tavern owner thought. He just kept drinking. As soon as he put down the bottle, he suddenly raised his head again. The bottle in his hand was already drunk before he could warm it. Everything turned upside down!
Which bottle is this?
Twenty bottles?
Forty bottles?
In normal times,
How many bottles can you drink at most?
I can’t remember this kind of thing for a long time!
Karistan vaguely remembered that his butt had been nailed to a stool in this late-night tavern since the midnight shift. He had been pouring strong alcohol into his intestines from the beginning. After drinking for so many hours, he felt that It’s so drunk!
"Hiccup...Boss, this is the money for the drink! Take me to the back door, I'm going to relieve myself! Hiccup...Boss, you don't want me to take out a gun here, do you? I'm very confident in my size, hahahaha !”
"Come on, come on, don't take out your big dick here. I'm worried that these innocent girls will jump directly from the dance floor! This way, I will lead you!"
The god of plague is finally leaving!
After hearing the news that Karistan was leaving, the tavern owner finally breathed a sigh of relief. The tauren patrolman in front of him was obviously drunk. He was shaking his head and taking serpentine steps. The owner of the tavern took small steps all the way, supported him fearfully, and left the tavern through the back door.
As soon as he went out, Karistan saw two gangsters who came from nowhere in the back streets and alleys in the corner, picking up the body of a drunk dancer——
Stealing money and sex from others while they are drunk is commonly known as picking up corpses.
"You scumbags, get out of here!"
"Oops, it's Karistan, run!"
Even though his consciousness was a little blurry and his feet kept swaying, Karistan stood up immediately and shouted angrily at the two gangsters. They were so frightened that they even retracted their balls and had no time to lift their pants. He even crawled away from the crime scene.
Damn it, can I just watch these scum act recklessly? !
Sighing quietly in his heart, Karistan carefully picked up the drunk dancer, straightened her sleeves, and handed her over to the owner of the tavern to take care of her.
There are state laws and regulations, and there are rules!
Rights and obligations are opposites. Why wouldn't this tauren patrolman with a sense of justice not want to arrest these two gangsters on the spot? The reason why he didn't do this was not because he was drunk. With Karistan's explosive power, he could catch up in the blink of an eye, but he couldn't do that. After taking off his golden armor and laying down his ax, he was just an ordinary citizen. He had to stop him. Duty to commit a crime, but no power to arrest the offender.
What's worse is that even if they are wearing a suit of golden armor, how many scum are there in this city that are within sight but beyond their power, playing with the loopholes of the empire's laws and doing whatever they want, but they cannot be judged by law and justice? !
Watching the tavern owner return to the tavern with the dancer, Karistan sighed, turned around and was about to find a place to relieve himself. However, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the two scumbags at the end of his sight. They stood there motionless in a running posture, but their figures seemed to be half thinner than before?
Is it because you haven't sobered up yet?
The tauren patrolman narrowed his eyes and looked forward carefully, but in the next second, the biting chill that ran through his body made him take a few steps back, and his nerves numbed by alcohol woke up instantly!
Snapped!
Snapped!
Snapped!
Crisp applause sounded from behind, and there was no room for any hesitation. The fighting nerves cultivated by being on the front line for many years pulled the muscles of Karistan's body and punched behind him with all his strength!
boom!
The air waves surged and the sound was loud!
However, such a fierce punch was easily received by a slender and pale palm! The veins on Karistan's arms, as thick as iron pillars, were all visible, and there was no possibility of taking even half a step forward!
This pale skin, these evil blood pupils, this strange power...
vampire!
The opponent is very strong!
As if Kalistan's conjecture was verified, the next moment, the body of the tauren patrol seemed to finally react belatedly. The wounds all over the body split open, and in the blink of an eye, blood overflowed like a spring. , and then all of them were sucked into the body by the vampires in front of them!
"You are worthy of being a tauren patrolman. His body is so strong. It will be a great supplement to drink all your blood!"
"Damn vampire, if you dare to make trouble in the devil's capital, aren't you afraid that the imperial army will hunt you down?!"
"Haha, as long as you don't get discovered!"
Facing Karistan's threat, the vampire in front of him just licked his lips and seemed not afraid at all.
"Well... Karistan... used to live in the Tauren Labyrinth near the City of Violence. He was driven away by the sudden arrival of the Crusaders about three years ago and wandered in several areas until he settled here... Young Tauren Patrol, how many years have you been patrolling here? I have been in the Devil's City for more than ten years, and I am more familiar with the Medusa shooter's eye distribution and the patrol route than you are!"
"I've long heard that vampires can read the enemy's memories from their blood. It seems that they are well-deserved. Punch me!"
Excessive blood loss made Karistan's eyelids heavier and heavier. Every time he swung his fist, almost all the strength in his body was drained. Karistan clearly knew that without the first move, he had no chance of defeating his opponent. The more violently he resists, the closer he is to death!
However, courage, responsibility, and the pride of being a patrolman made Karistan continue to wave his fists instead of turning around and running away!
until……
"Stop, Gul'dan, don't go too far!"
What's wrong?
Why did I hear an inexplicably familiar voice...
The figure in front of me...
Could it be? !
"Hey, sir, this is the third time we have met today!"
Foreigner, Qiao Qiao? !
"George, you actually caught up with me! You took away my status, you took away my freedom, you took away my patriarchal fire, and now, do you still want to take away my food?!"
After stopping Gul'dan, George turned his attention to treating the tauren Karistan, which made Gul'dan's incompetent rage even more intense, and his mental shock like a barking dog continued to provoke George!
"Face me, bastard! You are a rebellious villain, a low-grade product mixed with despicable human blood..."
The next second, Gul'dan saw a pair of eyes, a pair of eyes as sharp as thousands of blades!
Gul'dan had no doubt that if he continued to provoke, the half-vampire opposite would kill him without hesitation!
But, so what, instead of becoming a blood dependent of this despicable half-blood clan, it would be better to die in a vigorous battle here!
"There are still ten minutes until the next round of patrols in this area. Come on, George, if you have the guts, come and fight me to the death. I will end this with you!"
"The secret technique of the blood clan, the dragnet and the earthly net!"
