After leaving the small grove, Ning Beichen did not go far. Instead, he began to track the attacker. He didn't have much time to play games with them, so he planned to counter-track and find the traces of the Blood Clan and the disciples of the Emblem.
The person who attacked Ning Beichen had no idea that Ning Beichen not only hadn't left but was silently tracking him. Moreover, with his abilities, it was impossible for them to detect Ning Beichen's presence.
"I failed. The Blood Key has already fallen into the hands of the Dark King."
As the attacker left, he made a phone call, reporting the incident at the library to his superiors.
After he finished the call, before he could react, a hand grabbed his neck from behind and dragged him to a secluded spot.
Soon, the person who had attacked Ning Beichen was horrified to find that he was paralyzed and unable to move. This only made him more terrified.
Because the one who had captured him was none other than Ning Beichen, the very person he had just attacked.
"Surprised?"
"Happy?"
Ning Beichen smiled at him provocatively.
"Dark King..."
When the attacker saw Ning Beichen standing before him, he knew he was finished.
Ning Beichen was unaware of the panic he had caused among the other Emblem disciples by eliminating half of their number.
Fear of the unknown was a powerful force. The Dark King was already a notorious and mysterious figure.
Previously, the Emblem disciples had no conflict with the Dark King and looked down on him.
However, after Ning Beichen had killed half of their disciples, they suddenly realized that the Dark King was not an ant in their eyes, but a formidable enemy.
Therefore, the Emblem disciples no longer dared to confront Ning Beichen as they had before and had gone into hiding.
However, Ning Beichen was also unaware that, in order to deal with him, the Emblem disciples had allied with the Blood Clan and brought in many experts, including some veteran and powerful hidden vampires.
"Take me to where you are hiding."
Ning Beichen showed no mercy. As he spoke, he extended a finger and poked the attacker.
A surge of energy, like an electric current, struck the attacker's heart, causing him to scream in agony.
Soon, his entire face turned pale, and beads of sweat dripped from his forehead. The pain was so intense that he rolled on the ground.
He clawed at the hard ground with his ten fingers, leaving bloody gouges. His once intact fingers were torn and bloody.
The saying "pain in the fingers is connected to the heart" was a form of torture, but Ning Beichen's single touch caused him to claw his own fingers until they were mangled, indicating that the pain from that touch was even greater than that of ten connected hearts.
Within ten minutes, the attacker could no longer bear the pain and begged Ning Beichen for mercy, agreeing to his demands.
Some people were not afraid of death, but they were afraid of a life worse than death.
Only then did Ning Beichen spare him and order him to lead the way.
The attacker dared not resist. Only by personally experiencing such pain could one truly understand its torment. He would rather die at the hands of his own people than endure that agony again.
Not long after, the attacker led Ning Beichen to an old, dilapidated building.
The building was large and looked like a factory.
Ning Beichen asked the attacker who had attacked him, and it turned out that it was indeed an old textile factory, but it was merely a facade to deceive outsiders. It was actually the headquarters of the Emblem disciples.
In reality, these old Western factions were similar to the ancient Eastern sects; they had lost their former glory and could only survive by integrating into modern society.
The Emblem disciples were no different, except that their actions in the shadows were mostly unknown.
Ning Beichen, with the attacker in tow, entered the ancient textile factory. Without the attacker needing to inform anyone, Ning Beichen was met with a barrage of attacks the moment he stepped inside.
After all, he, the Dark King, was a conspicuous figure. They wouldn't be foolish enough to think he was there for a tour. Coupled with the fact that their companion ahead was like a puppet, they knew their comrade had failed.
Dada da...
A volley of gunfire erupted, and countless bullets flew towards him. Ning Beichen remained unharmed, but the unlucky individual leading him was riddled with bullets like a honeycomb.
At this point, any sense of camaraderie was gone. Even if they were comrades, this one had betrayed them by leading the Dark King here, and even if Ning Beichen didn't kill him, they wouldn't have let him go.
The attacker, who had attacked Ning Beichen, fell into a pool of blood, his eyes wide open in a final, unseeing stare. Ning Beichen, however, had already vanished.
The interior of the ancient building was extremely complex. Ning Beichen could hide in any corner and evade their attacks.
The shooters, brandishing their weapons, slowly advanced. When they reached the position where their comrade's body lay,
Suddenly, the bullets from their slain comrade's body emerged and flew out in all directions.
Screams erupted, accompanied by chaotic gunfire, and then people began to fall.
Some who were walking behind their companions were lucky enough to escape, but they were terrified by what they had witnessed.
They had lost all courage to search for the Dark King and fled backward.
However, as they ran, something from behind them would catch up, and they would fall into pools of blood.
The one killing them was a bullet from Ning Beichen's hand.
These bullets were taken by Ning Beichen from the bodies of the deceased and used as projectiles.
With his current strength, Ning Beichen did not need firearms. The bullets he threw casually were more powerful than any gun and were silent.
Before long, all of them were dead at Ning Beichen's hands.
However, Ning Beichen did not encounter any Emblem disciples or vampires. The deceased were all ordinary humans, at most strong and robust.
Ning Beichen continued to search the ancient textile factory building, but after a long time, he found neither an Emblem disciple nor a vampire.
"Have they escaped?"
Ning Beichen frowned and pondered in his mind.