The inspector from the Celestial Registry knew the crisis was imminent, but he couldn't withdraw the blade in his hand in time, so he grits his teeth, abandons the blade, and quickly dodges to the side.
The long, fang-filled tongue grazes past his chest, and the sharp fangs upon it tear through his clothing.
Exposing a large expanse of flesh on his chest…
And some blood seeping out!
"Hss…" The inspector drew in a cold breath. Although it was just a superficial flesh wound, which might scab over and heal in a day or two, but…
The unexpectedly intense pain made him feel as if a red-hot branding iron had scorched him!
His chest burned fiercely.
It was excruciating!
He frantically tried to put some distance between himself and the tall and short figures, but just as the thought arose, the tall figure was already standing by his side.
"Not good!"
He hadn't even seen the other person's movement!
