From this name, one knew that Lawrence was the divine whip of the Holy Father. His objective was to root out the world of all evils. For example… like the 200 years of the eight Crusades a thousand years ago, he, the Holy Whip, forcefully pushed for a continuation of this advance. Apart from Vatican City and certain times, his position was even above other bishops!

Vanessa shot a terribly unwilling glance at Xu Yangyi. Today, she wasn’t able to kill him. Next time, he would be even more careful. Furthermore, luring him to fly up or leave New York would be even harder! Still, she wasn’t extremely worried. After all, the House of Dracul had already operated in New York for over a century.

“Good,” she said coldly. Unusually, Richard didn’t refute her. “Today, the Dracul shall agree to your request. But… the Dracul’s sentiment must be returned.”

The woman didn’t reply.

“Let’s go!” Richard shouted, the nest of fire in his heart reaching extreme heights. His bat wings spread wide, and over a dozen pairs of green eyes suddenly lit up in the darkness, transforming into black smoke and drifting away.

Xu Yangyi’s gaze flickered. These green dots… he actually hadn’t detected them!

They were soundless and auraless, like demons in the night.

“Night Bats?” The woman’s...