"Huh? Oh."
Zane blinked dumbly at Ryan.
He did hear about his elder cousin's ruthlessness from third parties before -- mainly from the mouths of those who did not live to say it a second time -- but it was the first time he became a witness to one.
Not that there were not many vampires who drew pleasure from torturing human beings.
Zane had the opportunity to formulate his answer when one of the four men on the ground groaned loudly.
"Mis... Mr. Ryan Caldwell, you are not going to get away with this!" he cried. "I am going to go to the police with these wounds! I will tell them everything!"
Ryan cut him a sadistic smirk. He lifted a glass of fresh blood from a tray next to him and sipped it with delight.
"Oh, really? And will they even take black market peddlers like you seriously?"
"They will!" said the black market peddler insisted. "Whatever illegal occupation we do, we are still part of society!!! We deserve protection from the Law Of Three Races!"
Ryan scoffed.
