Chapter 53
The top floor of the Century Building was brightly lit even at night. Under the rooftop swimming pool, a group of elegantly dressed women—some in suits, others in revealing dresses and swimsuits—lined up with goblets filled with the fresh blood of eighteen-year-olds.
In the center of the party, a man in a white shirt with an open collar, revealing a tattoo, sat with a beautiful white woman on his lap. The atmosphere was one of luxurious indulgence, a typical blood party for the noble vampire clan.
Suddenly, the revelry was shattered by gunshots and explosions, jolting the vampires from their pleasure. Panic spread through the crowd.
The tattooed man stood up abruptly and roared to regain control. "Silence! Look at yourselves—flustered over such trivial matters. You've lost the elegance and composure of our noble clan!"
At that moment, hurried footsteps approached, and a vampire in a suit leaned in to Reddick and whispered, "Mr. Reddick, the building is under attack. There's only one intruder, but he's incredibly strong. Our blood servant warriors couldn't resist him; he's already made it to the 40th floor."
"Who is it? Could it be Blade?" Reddick's shock was evident. How could someone have breached forty floors so quickly? Was this person even human? Were his blood servants nothing more than helpless victims?
"No, from the appearance of the intruder, he seems to be Eastern European," the vampire said, pulling out a tablet. The screen showed real-time surveillance footage.
Nearby, several vampire men and women, who were friends of Reddick and belonged to the same social circle, approached. "Reddick, what's going on?" they asked, confused and concerned.
Reddick barely acknowledged them, his attention fixed on the surveillance screen. His eyes twitched with anxiety as he watched the footage.