Chapter 107: The Bloodthirsty Man in the White Coat

Following the line of sight from the black leather shoes, the workers saw a man in a white lab coat. His face was framed by a pair of frameless glasses, which reflected a faint glint in the darkness. 

"Uh, Professor, why are you still on campus so late at night?" one of the slightly drunken men asked. 

It hadn't occurred to him that this was the long-abandoned old dormitory. Even if a professor were still on campus, there was no way they'd be here. 

But the man's white coat and glasses, symbols of academia, made it easy to mistake him for a faculty member. 

Hearing their companion's words, the other two workers also turned to look at the "professor." Sure enough, they saw a man dressed like a professor standing there. But the door was clearly closed—how had he gotten in? And why was his movement so eerily silent? It was downright unnerving. 

All three pairs of eyes focused on the suddenly appearing "professor." Then, they watched as the man in the white coat suddenly grinned, his smile unnervingly sinister. 

In the next moment, a flash of silver streaked across one worker's vision. Before he could cry out, his eyes widened in horror, his face contorted in agony, and a torrent of blood gushed from his neck… 

The man in the white coat lunged forward, his mouth wide open, descending upon the victim! 

"Ah—help! Someone, help!" 

Panicked screams erupted as one worker scrambled to escape, crawling and stumbling toward the exit. The other was paralyzed with fear, watching in terror as the man in the white coat feasted on their companion's blood. 

Disturbed by the screams, the bloodthirsty man's head snapped up. In a blur of white, he appeared behind the fleeing worker. Another flash of silver, and the man who'd just pushed open the door let out a bloodcurdling scream as his own blood sprayed everywhere… 

Witnessing this scene again, the third worker, already petrified, fainted on the spot. 

But the man in the white coat wasn't done. After draining the first two victims, he turned his attention to the unconscious man. In his left hand, he held a silver scalpel, its blade gleaming as he expertly slit the worker's carotid artery… 

That night, the security guards at St. Celestine Academy were on their usual patrol. 

In the eerie silence of the night, the piercing screams echoed through the air. The two guards exchanged a glance before grabbing their weapons and rushing toward the old dormitory. 

One of them was even armed with a gun. 

In truth, many of the security guards at St. Celestine Academy were former soldiers who had followed Zhang Muzhi to Rosewood Town. After a series of student disappearances on campus, they had been issued weapons for self-defense. 

As the two guards raced toward the old dormitory, they saw a man in a white coat running toward them. His lab coat was stained with blood, and one of his glasses' lenses was shattered, making him look like a victim himself. 

One of the guards shouted, "Hey, was that you screaming? What's going on?" 

But the man in the white coat didn't stop. He kept running until he was just a few steps away. That's when the guard realized the man's face was smeared with blood… 

Before the guard could swing his baton, a flash of silver shot past him. The other guard, seeing this, quickly raised his gun and chambered a bullet. 

With a deafening "Bang!" he fired a shot in the man's direction… 

Meanwhile, a long-haired man in black had just arrived at the entrance of St. Celestine Academy. Hearing the gunshot, he sighed softly. 

"Ah, I'm too late."