At that thought, Witte's red wings behind him fluttered, and he suddenly lunged towards Lin Jiahui.
Lin Jiahui had just mutated and wasn't able to use his supernatural abilities yet.
He was fiercely tackled by Witte, hitting the ground with a thump, as Witte grabbed his arm and pressed him down hard.
Everyone else was stunned, and the members of the motorcycle gang who had come with Lin Jiahui cried out, "Baron Witt, what are you doing?"
Luordan had also successfully mutated at this moment, with the lowest rank of black wings springing from his back, and he bellowed at Witte, "Baron Witt, do you intend to kill one of your own kind?"
Baron Witt laughed arrogantly, "Kindred? What a joke. You're nothing but servants to the Blood Clan, and this Oriental has malicious intentions. This Baron intends to eradicate this calamity for the Blood Clan in advance!"
His hand reached down, and with a swoosh he drew forth a silver longsword.
The blade shook off, surrounded by black mist.
