The vampire, crimson blood still lingering on the corners of its mouth, looked at the bullet hole in its chest and let out a piercing howl.
Jessica, standing nearby, watched with a rather indifferent gaze as the vampire at her feet slowly turned to ash.
"Boss, how many is that for you now?"
Jefferson burst out from the side, a pitch-black iron rod inscribed with Mystic Runes in hand, and sidled up to Jessica. Moments before, that very iron rod in his hand had crushed a vampire to ash.
Jessica barely glanced at Jefferson beside her. Instead of answering, she shifted her gaze to the surrounding rooms, calculating which ones had been cleared.
Unsurprised by the lack of a response, Jefferson continued, unfazed, "It's a shame those Eastern merchants aren't buying vampires anymore. Otherwise, we could've made a killing this time! Tsk tsk tsk... A single vampire could mean a double US dollar payout!"
Jefferson shook his head, his face a mask of regret.
