Rationally, he could understand that the higher-ups' actions were not without reason. Yet, understanding was one thing; at this moment, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.
At this moment, he suddenly felt the urge to retire to the mountains and live in seclusion.
「England.」
Still caught in a whirlwind of slaughter, Qin Fan had no idea he had been sold out. Even if he had known, he would have merely laughed it off without a second thought.
Sold out? Could they even sell him? Did he need to care?
It just meant that after this, any semblance of loyalty between them was gone. Even if they hadn't dropped all pretenses, a cycle of "if you're cruel, then I'll be unjust" was now inevitable.
In the seven hours after obliterating the twelve Blood Kings, Qin Fan traveled through several more cities in England. At his relentless pace of slaughter, hardly any Vampire remnants were left on the island of Great Britain.
