Chapter 104

stepped in, he looked around the illuminated room, and saw a man standing with a blindfolded eye, he looked at him.

"You are welcome"

Sylvester smiled and stepped away from the door, the door make a shuttling sound before a loud creaking sound and slammed shut, Sylvester smiled and walked forward ignoring the hostile look on his host.

He sat on a chair and looked at the man with just eyes, holding the double blades in both hands, he sensed his aura and didn't find anything extraordinary.

"You think, your marshal art could do anything to me?" he taunted, finding his furious look hilarious.

"Why don't we get started already, I have little time" he snapped, glaring at Sylvester, he chuckled and stood from the chair.

While the man holding the double blades opened his arms and placed a foot carefully forward.

Sylvester's fangs elongated and his eyes reddened.

"Vampire?" the man holding the double blades was stunned, Sylvester darted towards him swiftly.

He swung the blade towards him, but he caught it and threw it away, left with just a blade, he broke out in cold sweat, looking at his movement keenly.

Sylvester darted towards him swiftly once again, before he could do anything, he caught his arm and dug his fangs in it.

"aah!" he shrieked and let go of the blade, Sylvester gave him a kick, that made him fly away and landed with his tummy on the marbled floor.

Sylvester stood towering over him.

"Reveal who you are," Sylvester said, with a smile on his face.

The man holding double blades formerly, lifted his face and looked at him, he spat out black blood from his mouth, his lips curled up.

"if you say so"

Jeame ran into the wood, chasing after the heavy breaths, he paused suddenly when he heard heartbeats around the wood, he darted towards a tree swiftly and caught a man.

He snapped his neck.

Smack!

He fell to the ground, making a heavy thud sound, he moved swiftly once again and captured another one of them.

Snap!

He broke his neck, darted to another tree, and killed another, two pair of eyes was watching the whole scene in awe, the pair of eyes retreated into the darkness.

Jeame looked around and heard footfalls distancing from him, he decided against following it and turned around, headed to the tent.

Mr Bruce stared angrily at his son lying helpless on the bed, with so many life-supporting machines injected into his body, he clenched his fists and turned around.

"Did you get those who brought him?" he asked, feeling upset, the man by his side was silent.

He turned to him "did you?" he asked with an arched eyebrow.

"No, sir" he responded, shivering, Mr Bruce turned to his son, and his heart broke seeing him in that state, he stormed out of his ward.

His subordinate ran to him "I want those who did that to my son all dead before dawn" he