As Stick Brother discovered the identity of the other party, the distressed female vampire calling for help also recognized the identity of Happy Stick.
His massive blood wings were simply the best identity card, allowing vampires to recognize at a glance that he was a member of the Blood Vulture Clan.
"You! Stay away from me!"
The miserable girl tensely jumped up, shielding the unconscious woman in her arms behind her, but the shackles on her wrist and her blood-stained and scarred body suggested she had definitely not had a good time over the past few days.
She was an escapee, a prisoner!
Stick Brother narrowed his eyes as he looked at the obviously nervous and fearful, weak vampire before him, then glanced at the other woman lying on the ground whose fate was unknown.
Her situation was even more tragic, with bloodied cloth over her eyes, she was clearly maliciously blinded.
Tsk tsk, how pitiful.
"Did you run away from the camp?"
