Zhou Yi declined Susan's offer. He told her he wanted to see London at night, so he preferred to walk back to Zhou Lan's villa instead of taking the red sports car.
Susan couldn't stop a man's curiosity, let alone a man who used it as a pretext for his own hidden agenda. All she could do was tell him to be careful and stay safe before watching him vanish into the darkness.
This was the extent of what she could do. To move any closer, she would need to make an effort to earn a more intimate position. But as things stood, neither of them was willing to take the next step. Susan was waiting and watching, while Zhou Yi was determined to resist.
However, once a mistake has begun, it's not so easy to end. Zhou Yi wanted to put an end to this error, but reality was spiraling out of his control. No one knew what the future held. He couldn't master it, so he could only watch as the situation galloped away like a runaway horse.
He gave up trying to make any further progress in that direction and instead focused his attention on what he should be concerned with: the mysterious gang war.
To be honest, Zhou Yi didn't believe a word of the news reports. In the eyes of ordinary people, gangs might seem to wield immense power. But to people like him, so-called gangsters were nothing more than low-level thugs who couldn't even make a public appearance.
Their threats and violence were merely meant to intimidate civilians who lacked worldly experience. Anyone who truly understood the world's power dynamics would never take them seriously. Zhou Yi was one of those people, so he knew with absolute certainty that what was plaguing the London police was definitely not a gang problem.
After all, no gang could operate so brazenly under the surveillance of the state apparatus. Even less likely was it that they could leave no trace whatsoever after the country's Prime Minister had personally taken an interest. Unless they had all switched careers to become anti-government insurgents—and at the level of S.H.I.E.L.D. at that—they could never achieve such a feat against the power of the state.
Therefore, Zhou Yi was almost certain that this must be the aftermath left by some secret faction or supernatural organization. As for what the news media was reporting, he estimated it was most likely a smoke screen released by the British Government.
With the United States' unfortunate example as a precedent, the British had no desire to follow in their footsteps. It was best not to let the public know about these mysterious events. Unlike the United States, with its vast resources and influence, the declining Great Britain couldn't withstand a few major upheavals. Thus, concealment was naturally the best choice.
However, this kind of concealment had its limits. It could deceive most people, but it was impossible to hide from the group at the very top. Standing atop a building, Zhou Yi could already see numerous military personnel patrolling the streets below in police cars. Clearly, this was a government operation. The British Parliament was unwilling to let its capital become another Paris or New York. They wanted to nip everything in the bud before it even began.
It was a good idea, but unfortunately, so far, they still had no idea what they were truly facing.
Compared to those guys running around like headless chickens, Zhou Yi had already located their target. But he wasn't so kind as to run down and warn them. This was actually for their own good—compared to completing the mission, Zhou Yi felt that preserving his own life was a bit more important.
He didn't believe these soldiers would be any match for a pack of werewolves and vampires, especially after these supernatural beings had equipped themselves with advanced human weaponry.
Under Zhou Yi's deliberate search, a group of them engaged in a firefight was completely exposed. From their physiques and features, Zhou Yi recognized two very familiar races: vampires and werewolves.
These were two creatures that had always appeared in various modern fantasy literary works, and one of them had even dealt with Zhou Yi for a while. In his heart, Zhou Yi was very familiar with these things. They possessed strength far beyond that of ordinary people and had a larger population base than most supernatural beings.
This also explained the last doubt in Zhou Yi's heart. He had been wondering why the scene was cleaned up so thoroughly after the battle that even national forces couldn't find any clues. Now it seemed that if it were these two groups, everything could be explained.
Compared to the United States, with its relatively short history, Britain's past was far more ancient. This had given these creatures of the night ample time to infiltrate deeper and seize control of even greater factions. For them, operating right under the government's nose was likely no challenge at all. Pushing that thought further, even Parliament might be riddled with their spies.
S.H.I.E.L.D.'s main forces were concentrated in North America. In Europe, a region already in gradual decline, they had little interest or energy to hunt down these ancient hidden races and force them into signing treaties.
A completely different set of rules applied here, and it seemed these non-human races held all the cards.
He witnessed vampires clashing with werewolves, and even vampires fighting other vampires. Whenever casualties occurred, certain individuals would immediately destroy the bodies using weapons that appeared to be ultraviolet rays or high-efficiency incendiary bombs. It was then that Zhou Yi noticed a crucial detail.
He could guess that incendiary bombs would be effective against werewolves. But why use ultraviolet rays?
In his memory, vampires were supposed to turn to ash instantly upon receiving a fatal wound. But the current situation clearly contradicted this. He had seen numerous vampires leave behind corpses after death, completely defying their famously "eco-friendly" way of dying. Evidently, those UV lights were prepared specifically for the types that didn't follow this eco-friendly rule.
As Zhou Yi continued to observe, he noticed something else strange. For instance, only the vampires being ambushed by both vampires and werewolves left behind corpses when they died. Their opponents, on the other hand, almost instantly turned to ash the moment they took a vital hit.
It was obvious that there was a stark distinction between the battling vampires. Even without thinking, he could guess they must be two different species. However, he had no idea what they actually were. Although the late Nisha had once told him about vampire history, that general knowledge seemed completely useless against what was happening now.
So he decided to get closer, hoping to uncover something more. After all, just watching from a distance wasn't enough to understand what was happening. It was like watching a movie without subtitles.
Zhou Yi crept forward unnoticed. None of the three factions engaged in the battle paid him any mind. This was exactly what he had intended; he didn't want to disturb their "festivities," as doing so would hinder his efforts to understand the source of the conflict.
The moment he stepped into the fray, Zhou Yi realized the situation was far more intense than he had imagined. This wasn't a battle—strictly speaking, it was a massacre, a slaughter of the "non-environmentally friendly" vampires.
The perpetrators were their sworn enemies, the werewolves, and their own kin. It was both absurd and suspicious. What could possibly drive vampires to ally with their mortal enemies to massacre their own kind? He was genuinely curious now.
For the vampires being slaughtered, the situation was rapidly deteriorating. They had already lost most of their numbers in the previous skirmishes. The remaining forces were now just a fraction of their once-mighty clan.
And this last remaining force, when faced with the joint strangulation of vampires and werewolves, still appeared utterly powerless.
Selina, once the top hunter of her clan and a member of the Death Dealers, was now truly experiencing the terror of death.
Watching her former comrades fall one by one, then being turned to ash one by one, and seeing her enemies swarm in from all directions as if they were endless. Even though she had over a hundred years of combat experience, at this moment, she could only feel endless despair.
The overwhelming numerical advantage had completely driven them into a corner, and now they didn't even have the strength to resist. They could only sit and wait for death to arrive. It had to be said, this was an incredibly painful thing.
Why had things developed like this? Selina had no idea at all, and why were the werewolves with other vampire clans, she still had no idea at all. The only thing she knew now was that House Viktor was about to vanish, to be completely erased from the vampire race. And she didn't even know the reason why.
The irony of it all was almost laughable. She had never imagined her fate would end like this—not dying a glorious death in battle, but being slaughtered like livestock. In the past, she would have dismissed this as a nightmare. But now, the nightmare had become her reality.
Behind her, the desperate cries and sobs of the clan's last remaining women and children echoed through the air. They were no warriors, yet they were the clan's final hope. Selina and her comrades had been their shields, their last chance at survival. But that hope was about to be extinguished.
By the time she realized her gun was completely empty, the sounds of fighting around her had ceased. She was the last defender—a protector with no weapon.
*A single werewolf could probably kill me now,* Selina thought bitterly. She knew exactly how much combat effectiveness she had left without a gun, and she knew exactly how little that meant against their enemies.
Hope was gone. Death was already beckoning. A crushing sense of helplessness washed over her, and her fingers went limp. She let the gun clatter to the ground, closed her eyes, and waited for the end.
Soon, countless footsteps hurried past her. Some stopped in front of her, and she heard the sound of a gun being cocked.
"Just one shot, it won't hurt much," she silently consoled herself, but the shot never came. Just then, a man's voice sounded in her ear.
"Wait! Don't kill her yet!"
"But the Parliament's orders?" someone replied hesitantly, but the previous voice immediately shot back firmly.
"I'll handle the Parliament. This is just a secondary objective. Finding the item is our primary goal!"
Someone walked away reluctantly, and Selina, who had been waiting for death with her eyes closed, opened them to stare at the man before her.
He was an unkempt man, wild yet imposing. He looked at Selina with a peculiar gaze—one she couldn't decipher at all. But she didn't need to understand it, for she had already identified him by the scent on him.
"You disgusting werewolf, what do you want?"
PS: Since the Legend of the Night has already been mentioned, let's just gloss over it. I'll wrap up this plot point quickly, as it's time for the elements of the myth to take center stage.
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